Anonymous · published 1570 · first performed or written 1568 [before 1569] (Annals) moral · Children of Paul's (first)(?) unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
O woeful wretch to whom shall I complain, What salve may serve to salve my sore, or to redress my pain. Nay I can tell the more: remember how, Thou was subdued of Tediousness right now. Remember with what crakes thou went unto his den, Against the good advise, and Counsel of thy men, What Recreation did for thee, in these thy rueful haps, And how the second time, thou fell into the lap. A shame come to thee. O let me breathe a while, and hold thy heavy hand, My grievous faults with shame enough I understand. Take ruth and pity on my plaint, or else I am forlorn, Let not the world continued thus, in laughing me to scorn. Madam if I be he, to whom you once were bent, With whom to spend your time, sometime you were content. If any hope be left, if any recompense, Be able to recover this for passed negligence. O help me now poor wretch in this most heavy plight, And furnish me yet once again, with Tediousness to fight. Father be good to these young tender years, See how he doth bewail his folly passed with tears. Hold slave take thou his coat for thy labour, We are content at her request, to take you to our favour. Come in and devil with us, till time shall serve: And from Instruction rule, look that thou never swerve Within we shall provide, to set you up once more, This scourge hath taught you, what default was in you heretofore Once in my life I have, an odd half hour to spare: To ease myself of all, my travail and my care. I stood not still so long this xx. days I ween, But ever more sent forth on messages I have been. Such trudging and such toil, by the mass was never seen, My body is worn out, and spent with labour clean. And this it is that makes me look so lean. That lets my growth, and makes me seen a squall, What then although my stature be not tall. Yet I am as proper as you, so neat and clenlye, And have my joints at commandment full of actevitie, What should a servant do, with all this flesh and bones, That makes them run with leaden heels, & stur themself like stones Give me a proper squire much after my pitch And mark how he from place, to place will squitch. Fair or foul, thick or thin, mire or dusty, Clouds or rain, light or dark, clear or misty. Ride or run, to or fro, bad or good, A neat little fellow, on his business will scud. These great labores are neither active nor wise, That feed till they sleep, and sleep out their eyes. So heavy, so dull, so untoward in their doing, That it is a good sight, to see them leave working. But all this while, while I stand prating here, I see not my master, I left him snorting here,
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O woofull wretch to whom shall I complaine, What saue may serue to salue my fore, or to redresse my payne. Naye I an tell the more: remember howe, Thou was subdued of Tediousnes right nowe. Remember with what rakes thou went vnto hys denne, Against the good aduise, and Counsell of thy men, What Recreacion did for the, in these thy rufull happes, And howe the second tyme, thou fell into the lappe. A shame come to thee. O let me breath a whyle, and hold thy heauy hand, My greuouse faultes with shame enoughe I vnderstande. Take ruthe and pittie on my playnt, or els I am forlorne, Let not the world continue thus, in laughing mee to scorne. Madame if I be hee, to whom you once were bente, With whom to spend your time, sometime you were content. If any hope be left, if any recompence, Be able to recouer this for passed negligence. O helpe mee now poore wretche in this most heauy plight, And furnishe me yet once agayne, wyth Tediousnes to fyght. Father be good to these yonge tender yeares, See howe he doth bewayle his folly past with teares Hould slaue take thou his Coofe for thy labor, We are content at her request, to take you to our fauor. Come in and dwell with vs, til time shall serue: And from Instruction rule, loke that thou neuer swerue Wythin we shall prouide, to set you vp once more, This scourge hath taught you, what defaulte was in you heretofore Once in my life I haue, an od haulfe hower to spare: To ease my selfe of all, my trauaile and my care. I stoode not still so longe this xx. dayes I weene, But euer more sent forth on messages I haue bene. Such trudging and such toyle, by the masse was neuer seene, My body is worne out, and spent with labor cleane. And this it is that makes me loke so leane. That lettes my groth, and makes me seene a squall, What then althoughe my stature be not all. Yet I am as proper as you, so neate and clenlye, And haue my ioyntes at commaundement full of acteuitie, What should a seruaunt do, wyth all this fleshe and bones, That makes them runne with leaden heeles, & stur them self like stoones Giue me a proper squier much after my pitche And marke howe he from place, to place will squitee. Fayre or foule, thicke or thinne, mire or dusty, Clouds or rayne, light or darke, cleare or mystie. Ride or runne, to or froe, badde or good, A neate litle fellowe, on his busynes wyll scud. These great labores are neyther actiue nor wyse, That féede till they slepe, and sleape out their eyes. So heauy, so dul, so vntoward in their doinge, That it is a good sight, to see them leaue working. But all this while, while I stand prating here, I sée not my mayster, I left hym snorting here,