Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
As touching that matter, I will no man blame Now farewell father, most heartily for the same. Farewell my Son, depart in God's name. Rome I say room, let me be gone My father if he list, shall tarry alone. Now at the last I do myself consider How great grief it is and heaviness, To every man, that is a Father. To suffer his child to follow wantonness, If I might live a hundred years longer And should have sons and daughters many Yet for this Boy's sake, I will not suffer, One of them all at home with me to tarry, They should not be kept thus under my wing And have all that which they desire, For why it is but their only undoing And after the Proverb, we put oil to the fire. Wherefore we Parents must have a regard, Our Children in time for to subdue Or else we shall have them ever untoward, Yea, spiteful, disdainful, naught, and untrue. And let us them chruste alway to the School Whereby at their Books they may be kept under: And so we shall shortly their courage cool, And bring them to honesty, virtue and Nurture. But alas now a days (the more is the pity) Science and learning is so little regarded, That none of us all doth muse or study To see our children well taught and instructed. We deck them, we trim them with gorgeous array We pampre and fede them, and keep them so gay That in the end of all this, they be out foes. We base them, kiss them, we look round about We marvel and wonder to see them so leave We ever anon do invent and seek out, To make them go tricksy, gallant, and clean. Which is nothing else, but the very provoking To all unthriftiness, vice, and Iniquity, It pucteth them up, it is an alluting Their fathers and mothers at length to defy. Which thing mine own Son doth plainly declare Whom I always entirely have loved, He was so my joy, he was so my care That now of the same I am despised. And now he is hence from me departed, He hath no delight with me to devil, He is not merry until he be married, He hath of knavetye took such a smell. But yet seeing that he is my Son, He doth me constrain bitterly to weep, I am not (me think) well, till I be gone For this place I can no longer keep. NAke haste Blaunche Blab it out, & come a way For we have enough to do all this whole day, Why Blaunche blab it out, wilt thou not come And knowest what business there is to be done? If thou may be set with the pot at thy nose Thou carest not how other matters goes, Come a way I did thee, and tarry no longer To trust to thy help, I am much the better.
seed 43: T48 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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¶ As touchynge that matter, I wyll no man blame Now farewell father, moſt hartely for the ſame. ¶ Farewell my Sonne, departe in Goddes name. ¶ Rome I ſaye rome, let me be gone My father if he lyſt, ſhall tarye alone. NOwe at the laſt I do my ſelfe conſyder Howe great griefe it is and heuynes, To euery man, that is a Father. To ſuffre his chylde to folowe wantonnes, If I myght lyue a hundred yeares longer And ſhoulde haue ſonnes and daughters many Yet for this Boyes ſake, I wyll not ſuffer, One of them all at home with me to tarye, They ſhoulde not be kept thus vnder my wynge And haue all that which they deſyre, For why it is but theyr onely vndoynge And after the Prouerbe, we put oyle to the fyre. Wherfore we Parentes muſt haue a regarde, Our Chyldren in time for to ſubdue Or els we ſhall haue them euer vntowarde, Yea, ſpytefull, diſdaynfull, nought, and vntrue. And let vs them chruſte alwaye to the Schole Wherby at their Bookes they maye be kept vnder: And ſo we ſhall ſhortely their courage coole, And brynge them to honeſtie, vertue and Nurture. But alas now a dayes (the more is the pytye) Science and learnynge is ſo lytell regarded, That none of vs all doth muſe or ſtudye To ſee our chyldren well taught and inſtructed. We decke them, we trym them with gorgious araye We pampre and fede them, and kepe them ſo gaye That in the ende of all this, they be out foes. We baſſe them, kyſſe them, we looke rounde about We merualle and wonder to ſee them ſo leaue We euer anone doe inuent and ſeke out, To make them goe trickſie, gallaunt, and cleane. Which is nothyng els, but the very prouokynge To all vnthriftynes, vice, and Iniquitie, It pucteth them vp, it is an allutynge Their fathers and mothers at lengthe to defye. Which thing myne owne Sonne doth playnely declare Whom I alwayes intierly haue loued, He was ſo my Ioye, he was ſo my care That now of the ſame I am deſpiſed. And now he is hence from me departed, He hath no delyght with me to dwell, He is not merye vntyll he be maryed, He hath of knauetye tooke ſuch a ſmell. But yet ſeynge that he is my Sonne, He doth me conſtrayne ytterly to weepe, I am not (me thynke) well, tyll I be gone For this place I can no leger keepe. NAke haſt Blaunche Blabbe it out, & come a waye For we haue ynought to do all this whole daye, Why Blaunche blabbe it out, wilt thou not come And knoweſt what buſynes there is to be done? If thou maye be ſet with the pot at thy noſe Thou careſt not how other matters goes, Come a waye I dyd the, and tarye no longer To truſt to thy helpe, I am much the better.