Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
O My sweet wife, my pretty Conye. O my Husband, as pleasant as Honey. O Lord wath pleasures and great commodity, Are heaped together in matrimony? How vehement, how strong a thing love is? How many smyrkes, and dulsome kisses? What smiling: what laughing? What sport, pastime, and playing? What tickling: what toying, What dalyenge, what ioyenge? The man with the wife is wholly delighted And with many causes to laughter enforced. When they two drink, they drink together They never eat, but one with another. Sometimes to their Garden forth they walk And into the fields sometimes they go, With merry tricks, and gestures they talk As they do move their feet to and fro. Sometimes they ride into the Country Passing the time with mirth and sport, And when with their friends, they have been merry▪ Home to their own house they do resort. Sometimes abroad they go, to see plays, And other trim sights, for to be hold: When often they meet in the high ways Much of their acquaintance they knew of old. Sometimes to the Church, they do repair To here the Sermon that shallbe made: Though it to remember, they have small care, For why? they be now, but few of that trade. Sometimes at home, at cards they play Sometimes at this game sometimes at that They need not with sadness to pass the day Nor yet to sit still, or stand in one plat. And as for us wives, occasions do moan, Sometimes with our gossips to make good cheer Or else we did not, as did us behove, For certain days and weeks in the years. I think that a man might spend a whole day Declaring the joys, and endless bliss: Which married persons receive alway, If they love faithfully, as meet it is. wives can not choose, but love earnestly If that their Husbands do all things well Or eyes my sweet heart, we shall espy, That in quietness they can not devil. If they do not, it may be a shame For I love you heartily I you assure: Or else I were truly greatly to blame You are so loving, so kind, and demure. I trust that with neither hand or foot, You shall see any occasion by me: But that I love you even from the heart root And during my life so intend to be, Who then merry Marriage can discommend And will not with Aristotle in his Ethics agreed▪ But will say, that misery is the end When otherwise I find it to be: A politic man will marye a wife As the Philosopher makes declaration, Not only to have children by his life, But also for living, help, & sustentation.
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O My ſweete wyfe, my pretye Conye. ¶ O my Huſbande, as pleaſaunte as Honnye. ¶ O Lorde wath pleaſures and great commodytie, Are heaped togyther in Matrimonye? ¶ Howe vehement, howe ſtronge a thynge loue is? Howe many ſmyrkes, and dulſome kyſſes? ¶ What ſmylynge: what laughyng? What ſporte, paſtyme, and playenge? ¶ What ticklynge: what toyinge, What dalyenge, what ioyenge? ¶ The man with the wyfe is wholly delyghted And with many cauſes to laughter enforced. ¶ Whan they two drynke, they drynke togyther They neuer eate, but one wyth another. ¶ Somtymes to their Garden foorth they walke And into the fyeldes ſomtymes they go, With mery trickes, and geſtures they talke As they do moue their feete to and fro. ¶ Somtymes they ryde into the Countrey Paſſynge the tyme wyth mirth and ſporte, And when with their fryndes, they haue ben merye▪ Home to their owne houſe they do reſorte. ¶ Somtymes abrode they go, to ſee playes, And other trym ſyghtes, for to be holde: When often they meete in the hye wayes Muche of their aquaintaunce they knewe of olde. ¶ Sometymes to the Churche, they do repayre To here the Sermon that ſhalbe made: Thoughe it to remembre, they haue ſmall care, For why? they be now, but fewe of that trade. ¶ Somtymes at home, at cardes they playe Somtymes at this game ſomtymes at that They nede not with ſadnes to paſſe the daye Nor yet to ſyt ſtyll, or ſtande in one plat. ¶ And as for vs wyfes, occaſions do mone, Somtymes with our Goſſyppes to make good cheare Or els we dyd not, as dyd vs behoue, For certayne daies and weekes in the years. ¶ I thynke that a man might ſpende a whole daye Declarynge the Ioyes, and endles blys: Which maryed perſones receyue alwaye, If they loue faythfullye, as meete it is. ¶ Wyues can not chooſe, but loue earneſtlye If that their Huſbandes do all thynges well Or eies my ſweete harte, we ſhall eſpye, That in quietnes they can not dwell. ¶ If they do not, it maye be a ſhame For I loue you hartele I you aſſure: Or els I were truely greatly to blame Ye are ſo louynge, ſo kynde, and demure. ¶ I truſt that with neither hande or foote, Ye ſhall ſee any occaſion by mee: But that I loue you euen from the harte roote And durynge my lyfe ſo intende to be, ¶ Who then merye Maryage can diſcōmende And wyll not with Ariſtotle in his Ethickes agree▪ But wyll ſaye, that myſerye is the ende When otherwyſe I fynde it to be: A polytque man wyll marye a wyfe As the Phyloſopher makes declaration, Not onely to haue chyldren by his lyfe, But alſo for lyuynge, helpe, & ſuſtentacion.