Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jan 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 454 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Or poring through a multiplying glass, Upon a captived crab-louse, or a cheese-mite To be dissected, as the sports of nature, With a neat Spanish needle! Speculations That do become the age, I do confess! As measuring an aunt's eggs, with the Silkworms, By a fantastic instrument of thread, Shall give you their just difference, to a hair! Or else recovering o'dead flies, with crumbs! (Another quaint conclusion i'the physics) Which I ha' seen you busy at, through the keyhole- But never had the fate to see a fly— Alive i'your cups, or once heard, drink mine host, Or such a cheerful chirping charm come from you. What's that? what's that? A buzzing of mine About a fly! a murmur that he has. Sir I am telling your Stote here, Monsieur Ferret, host For that I hear's his name) and dare tell you, Sir, f you haue a minde to be melancholy, and musty, There's footman's Inn, at the town's end, the stocks, Or carrier's Place, at sign o'the broken Wain, Mansions of State! Take up your harbour there; There are both flies and fleas, and all variety Of vermin, for inspection, or dissection. We ha' set our rest up here, Sir, i'your Heart. Sir set your heart at rest, you shall not do it: unless you can be jovial. Brain o'man, e iouiall first, and drinke, and dance, and drinke. Your lodging here, and wi'your daily dumps, s a mere libell 'gayn' my house and me; And, then, your scandalous commons. How mine host? Sir, they do scandal me, upo'the road, here A poor quotidian rack o'mutton, roasted, dry, to be grated! and that driven down With bear, and buttermilk, mingled together, Or clarified whey, instead of Claret! It is against my freehold, my inheritance, My Magna charta, Cour laetificat, To drink such balderdash, or bonny clabbee! Gi'me good wine, or catholic, or christian, Wine is the word, that glads the heart of man: And mine's the house of wine, Sack, says my bush, Be merry, and drink Sherry; that's my poesy! For I shall never joy i'my light heart, So long as I conceive a sullen guest, Or any thing that's earthy! Humorous Host. I care not if I be. But airy also, Not to defraud you of your rights, or trench Vpo'your privileges, or great charter, (For those are every ostler's language now) Say, you were borne beneath those smiling stars, Have made you Lord, and owner of the Heart, Of the Light Heart in Barnet; suffer v Who are more Saturnine, t'enjoy the shade Of your round roof yet. Sir I keep no shades Nor shelters, I: for either Owls or reremice. He'll make you a bird of night, Sir.
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Or poring through a multiplying glasse, Vpon a captiu'd crab-louse, or a cheese-mite To be dissected, as the sports of nature, With a neat Spanish needle! Speculations That doe become the age, I doe consesse! As measuring an Ants egges, with the Silke-wormes, By a phantallique instrument of thred, Shall giue you their iust difference, to a haire! Or else recouering o'dead flyes, with crums! (Another queint conclusion i'the physicks) Which I ha seene you busie at, through the key-hole- But neuer had the fate to see a fle— Aliue i'your cups, or once heard, drinke mine host, Or such a chearfull chirping charme come from you. What's that? what's that? A buzzing of mine About a flye! a murmure that he has. Sir I am telling your Stote here, Monsieur Ferret, host For that I heare's his name) and dare tell you, Sir, f you haue a minde to be melancholy, and musty, There's Footmans Inne, at the townes end, the stockes, Or Carriers Place, at signe o'the broken Waine, Mansions of State! Take vp your harbour there; There are both flyes and fleas, and all variety Of vermine, for inspection, or dissection. We ha set our rest vp here, Sir, 'your Heart. Sir set your heart at rest, you shall not doe it: nlesse you can be iouiall. Brayne o'man, e iouiall first, and drinke, and dance, and drinke. Your lodging here, and wi'your daily dumps, s a mere libell 'gayn' my house and me; And, then, your sandalous commons. How mine host? Sir, they doe scandall me, vpo'the road, here A poore quotidian rack o'mutton, roasted, rie, to be grated! and that driuen downe VVith beare, and butter-milke, mingled together, Or clarified whey, instead of Claret! It is against my free-hold, my inheritance, My Magna charta, Cor laetificat, To drinke such balder dash, or bonny clabbee! Gi'me good wine, or catholique, or christian, Wine is the word, that glads the heart of man: And mine's the house of wine, Sack, say's my bush, Be merry, and drinke Sherry; that's my posie! For I shall neuer ioy i'my light heart, So long as I conceiue a sullen ghest, Or any thing that's earthy! Humerous Host. I care not if I be. But airy also, Not to defraud you of your rights, or trench Vpo'your priviledges, or great charter, (For those are euery hostlers language now) Say, you were borne beneath those smiling starres, Haue made you Lord, and owner of the Heart, Of the Light Heart in Barnet; suffer v Who are more Saturnine, t'enioy the shade Of your round roofe yet. Sir I keepe no shades Nor shelters, I: for either Owles or Rere-mise. He'll make you a bird of night, Sir.