Marmion, Shackerley · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [Dec] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
GEntle spectators, that with graceful eye Come to behold the muse's Colony, New planted in this soil; forsook of late By the Inhabitants, since made fortunate By more propitious stars; though on each hand To overtop us, two great Laurels stand; The one, when she shall please to spread her train, The vastness of the Globe cannot contain; Th'other so high, the Phoenix does aspire To build in, and takes new life from the fire Bright Poesy creates; yet we partake The Influence they boast of, which does make Our bays to flourish, and the leaves to spring, That on our branches now new Poets sing; And when with joy he shall see this resort, Phoebus shall not disdain to style't his Court. WHat Snarl, my dear Democritus, how is't? You are a Courtier grown, I hear. No Sir: That's too deep a mystery for me to profess. I spend my own revenues, only I have An itching humour to see fashions. And what have you observed, since you came hither? Why they do hold here the same Maxim still; That to dissemble, is the way to live: But promotion hangs all upon one chain, And that's of gold; he that intends to climb, Must get up by the links; and those are tied Together, with the thread of my Lords favour. So Sir. And all desire to live long, and healthy; But ambition and luxury will not permit it. I hope you do not share in their desires. There is other preposterous dealing too; For nature cannot find herself amongst them, There's such effeminacy in both sexes, They cannot be distinguished asunder; And for your times and seasons of all ages; Your best ginger cannot discern them, Not Spring from Autumn; you shall have a Lady, Whose cheek is like a screw, and every wrinkle Would look like a furrow, yet with a garnish Is so filled up and plastered, that it looks As fresh as a new painted tavern only Hold there, you'll run yourself out of breath else: And now resolve me of the Lord Philautus: Is all that true that is reported of him? Who, he? the most besotted on his beauty; He studies nothing but to court himself; No Music but the harmony of his limbs; No work of art but his own symmetry, Allures his sense to admiration. And then he comes forth so bathed in perfumes, Had you no sense to guide you, but your nose, You'd think him a musk-cat, he smells as rank, As th'extreme unction of two funerals. My sense will note be able to endure him. Such men as smell so, I suspect their favour. Is none his friend to tell him of his faults? There want not some, that seek to flatter him; For great men's vices are esteemed as virtues.
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GEntle ſpectators, that with gracefull eye Come to behold the Muſes Colonie, New planted in this ſoyle; forſooke of late By the Inhabitants, ſince made fortunate By more propitious ſtarres; though on each hand To over-top us, two great Lawrels ſtand; The one, when ſhe ſhall pleaſe to ſpread her traine, The vastneſſe of the Globe cannot containe; Th'other ſo high, the Phoenix does aſpire To build in, and takes new life from the fire Bright Poeſie creates; yet we partake The Influence they boaſt of, which does make Our Bayes to flouriſh, and the leaves to ſpring, That on our branches now new Poets ſing; And when with ioy hee ſhall ſee this reſort, Phoebus ſhall not diſdaine to ſtile't his Court. WHat Snarle, my deare Democritus, how is't? You are a Courtier growne, I heare. No Sir: Thats too deepe a myſtery for me to profeſſe. I ſpend my owne revenewes, onely I have An itching humour to ſee faſhions. And what haue you obſeru'd, ſince you came hither? Why they doe hold here the ſame Maxime ſtill; That to diſſemble, is the way to live: But promotion hangs all vpon one chaine, And thats of gold; he that intends to climbe, Muſt get up by the linkes; and thoſe are tyed Together, with the thread of my Lords favor. So Sir. And all deſire to live long, and healthy; But ambition and luxury will not permit it. I hope you doe not ſhare in their deſires. There is other prepoſterous dealing too; Fornature cannot finde her ſelfe amongſt them, There's ſuch effeminacy in both ſexes, They cannot be diſtinguiſhed aſunder; And for your times and ſeaſons of all ages; Your beſt Aſtrologer cannot diſcerne them, Not Spring from Autumne; you ſhall have a Lady, Whoſe cheeke is like a ſcrue, and every rinkle Would looke like a furrow, yet with a garniſh Is ſo fild up and plaitred, that it lookes As freſh as a new painted taverne onely Hold there, you'll run your ſelf out of breath elſe: And now reſolve me of the Lord Philautus: Is all that true that is reported of him? Who, he? the moſt beſotted on his beauty; He ſtudies nothing but to court himſelfe; No Muſicke but the harmony of his limbes; No worke of art but his owne ſymmetry, Allures his ſenſe to admiration. And then he comes forth ſo bath'd in perfumes, Had you no ſenſe to guide you, but your noſe, You'd thinke him a Muske-cat, he ſmels as ranke, As th'extreame unction of two funerals. My ſence will note be able to endure him. Such men as ſmell ſo, I ſuſpect their favour. Is none his friend to tell him of his faults? There want not ſome, that ſeeke to flatter him; For great mens vices are eſteem'd as vertues.