Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
How glad am I, that my journey is ended, Which I was about this whole dare? My Horse to stand still I never suffered, Because I would come to the end of my way, But yet I am sorry that I can not find, My loving Father at home at his place: That unto him I may break my mind, And let him know my miserable case. I have been wild, I have been wanton, I have ever followed my fancy and will: I have been to my Father a froward Son And from day to day continued still. I have always proudly disdained those That in my madness gave me good counsel I counted them most my mortal foes, And stoutly against them did rebel. The thing that was good, I greatly hated As one which lacked both wit and reason, The thing that was evil I ever loved Which now I see is my confusion. I could not abide of the School to hear Masters and teachers my heart abhorred, We thought the Book was not fit gear, For my tender fingers to have handled, I counted it a pleasure to be daintily fed And to be clothed to costly artaye: I would most commonly slug in my bed, Until it were very far forth day. And to be short, anon after this, There came such fancies in my brain: That to have a wife whom I might kiss I reckoned to be the greatest gain. But yet alas I was quite deceived The thing itself doth easily appear: I would alas I had been buryeb, When to my Father, I gave not ear. That which I had, I have clean spent, And kept so much riot with the same: That now I am fain, a Coat that is rend At as to wear for very shame. I have not a cross left in my purse, To help myself now in my need: That well I am worthy of God's curse, And of my Father to have small meed. But except m●●e eyes do we beguile, That man is my Father, whom I do see: And now that he comes, without craft or wile, To him I will hende on either knee. Ah Father, Father, my Father most dear, Ah mine own child, with the what there? All such sayings as in my mind, At the first time ye studied to sattell, Most true alas, I do them find, As though they were written in the Gospel. Those words my Son, I have almost forgotten, Stand up therefore, and kneel no longer: And what it was I spoke so often, At two or there words, recite to thy Father. If that ye be Father well remembered As the same I believe ye can not forget: You said that so soon as I were married, Much pain and trouble thereby I should get.
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HOwe glad am I, that my iourney is ended, Which I was about this whole dare? ⸬ ⸬ My Horſe to ſtande ſtyll I neuer ſufferd, Becauſe I woulde come to the ende of my waye, But yet I am ſorye that I can not fynde, My louynge Father at home at hys place: That vnto hym I maye breake my mynde, And let hym knowe my myſerable caſe. ¶ I haue ben wylde, I haue ben wanton, I haue euer folowed my fancye and wyll: I haue ben to my Father a frowarde Sonne And from daye to daye contynued ſtyll. I haue alwayes proudlye dyſdayned thoſe That in my madnes gaue me good counſell I counted them moſt my mortall foes, And ſtowtely agaynſt them dyd rebell. The thynge that was good, I greatly hated As one which lacked both wytte and reaſon, The thyng that was euyll I euer loued Which now I ſee is my confuſyon. I coulde not abyde of the Schole to heare Mayſters and teachers my harte abborred, We thought the Booke was not fyt geare, For my tendeer fyngers to haue handled, I counted it a pleaſure to be daintely fed And to be clothed to coſtly artaye: I woulde moſt cōmonly ſlugge in my bed, Vntyll it were verye farre forth daye. And to be ſhorte, anone after this, Ther came ſuch fanſies in my brayne: That to haue a wyfe whom I might kyſſe I rekened to be the greateſt gaine. But yet alas I was quyte deceyued The thynge it ſelfe doth eaſely appeare: I woulde alas I had ben buryeb, When to my Father, I gaue not eare. That which I had, I haue cleane ſpent, And kept ſo much ryot with the ſame: That now I am fayne, a Cote that is rent At as to weare for verye ſhame. I haue not a croſſe lefte in my purſe, To helpe my ſelfe nowe in my nede: That well I am worthye of Goddes curſe, And of my Father to haue ſmall mede. But excepte me eyes do we beguyle, That man is my Father, whom I do ſee: And now that he comes, without crafte or wyle, To hym I will hende on eyther knee. Ah Father, Father, my Father moſt dere, ¶ Ah myne owne chylde, with the what there? ¶ All ſuch ſayinges as in my mynde, At the fyrſt tyme ye ſtudied to ſattell, Moſt true alas, I do them fynde, As thoughe they were written in the Goſpell. ¶ Thoſe wordes my Sonne, I haue almoſt forgotten, Stande vp therfore, and kneele no longer: And what it was I ſpake ſo often, At two or there wordes, recyte to thy Father. ¶ If that ye be Father well remembred As the ſame I beleue ye can not forget: You ſayde that ſo ſoone as I were maryed, Much payne and trouble therby I ſhoulde get.