Linguistic DNA - Concept Modelling Demonstrator

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
book_n	good_a	read_v	write_v	2,874	5	5.1956	4	true

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04841	An halfe-penny-worth of vvit, in a penny-worth of paper. Or, The hermites tale	King, Humphrey.	1613 (1613)	STC 14973; ESTC S109260	12,208	48

AN Halfe-penny-worth of Wit in a Penny-worth of Paper OR The Hermites Tale. The third Impression LONDON Printed for Thomas Thorp by the Assignement of Edw Blount 1613. To the Right Honourable the Countesse of Sussex IN times of former ages honourable faire Lady I haue often heard that Vsury Lying and Flattery were worse excommunicate out of Court and Common-wealth then thred-bare cloakes or greasie bootes out of the Presence O they were vertuous men in those daies would giue the deuill his due if it were but in wearing deuils breeches Surely I am growne into such infinite amours of their honest packe-staffe plainenesse that sincerely and verily I do meane as it were to imitate it First for Vsury I hate it worse then any empty purse and you shal haue none of mee I beseech God to inspire mee but with halfe so many good wordes as may counteruaile the hundreth part of the principal of your gracious fauors towards me Next for lying in no line of this Booke shall you find me lyable if I be not condeÌ„ned for too much speaking the troth I care not and to make you know that I am old Tom-tel-troth indeed I will giue you a tast whereby you may iudge of the rest Item I say I am no Scholler if that be a lie I referre me to the iudgement of the learned who if they but pose me in the petigree of a Noune and Pronoune I straight crosse and blesse my selfe thinke they begin to coniure Againe I affirme that thus being no Scholler but a simple honest Dunce as I am that caÌ„not say B to a Battledore it is very presumptuously done of me to offer to hey-passe and repasse it in Print so when my Ancestors scarse euer heard of a Pen Inke-horne much more presumptuously it being such a course home-spun linsey woolsey webbe of wit as it is to shroude it vnder the protection of so high a personage who are more worthy to patronize the deuine Muse of Apollo or the thundring spirit of Homer then this Countrey dance of the worlds end or harsh Lancashire Horne-pipe Taxe me who dare or who can that herein my tongue doubles one sillable Marry some excuse wold do well for this my Eagle-soaring and too too foreward attempting and yet I need not neither for out of your owne super-abounding good nature you would supply it though I let it alone yet I will not let it alone but throw some light vaile of spotlesse pretended wel-meaning ouer it to huke mask it from publicke shame obloquy Faith no more but this I see my inferiours in the gifts of learning wisedome vnderstanding torment the Print daily with lighter trifles and Iiggalorums then my russet Hermit is which hath made me the bolder to shoulder in amongst theÌ„ They clap a paire of French spurres on the heeles of Vice to rowell ope the wombe of that resty Iade Iniquity let all the loath-some guts garbidge of his panch issue out to putrifie and infect the fresh aire of Pauls Church-yard I curbe sin with a double snaffle of reprehensioÌ„ turne wind him with my smart wand of correctioÌ„ to what vertuous manage I please Therefore for my good meaning not Art am I to bee seene allowed For my insolence in presenting this homely bundle of Hermits wands to so sacred a Madam vnder this couert barron it shall march that weak houses require the strongest props and the poore must pay their fines to their Lord or Lady whatsoeuer be it but in pepper-cornes or single halfe-pence My Booke I entitle A halfe-peny worth of wit in a peny-worth of paper whereby it drawes somewhat nere to the matter the purpose If you accept it well there is no man that will accept it ill and except you stray from the worlds ordinary custome that take Vintners leaden halfe-peny tokens for sound payment you cannot accept of it amisse Imagine this one of theÌ„ for either it will passe for a half-peny or nothing But soft I haue let passe my last relique of antiquity which is there horrible and terrible detestatioÌ„ of flattery my religious coÌ„formation therunto I haue proued my selfe guiltles of lying vsury if my Book will not saue me froÌ„ being haltred for flatery I wold it were treason to write read or Gal Gum Copperis wherof Inke is made were held more odious theÌ„ poisoÌ„ all the flattery that I wil vse if it be flattery to speak truth shal be to pronounce that you are truly vertuous faire wise honorable so I leaue you desiring pardon for my boldnes and praying for your encrease of felicity to your dying day Your Honours most zealous deuoted humble Seruant Humphrey King To all his Honourable Friends or Honest dispersed Wel-wishers whereso-euer IT would well become a deuote Hermite to begin with Grace and Peace vnto you but that I hold friuolous since if you want Grace go by Ieronimo you are no friends for me and if you be not men of Peace it is not my Hermites Staffe and my little bucker-clapdish that will appease you wherefore Shokkatorum that which will bee shall bee If you will bee quiet and leaue your mocking tongue you may if not floute on by leaue the more sport it breeds you the gladder I am as the Scotchman saies that I haue it for you Cunning Lawyers vpon the false mistaking of a T. or an N. or putting in a dash ouer-plus if the Debtor bee rich and able roundly to fee them will make a Writ of Error of any thing doe not so by mee I beseech you for I am a very bad writer of Orthography and can scarce spell my Abcie if it were laid before mee The Printer may helpe mee to deliuer to you true English but as I am a true man to God and the King hee findes it not in my Coppy I meane well that I am sure and if I had better meanes to expresse I would make you better vnderstand it in the meane time what is but meane take it in as good part as if it were the highest treble that the cleerest Poetical warbling throate could shrill or quauer forth Dangerous misinterpreting I feare not Since Enuy that blacke venom'd To ad swolne Elfe Nere slanders a cleere conscience to it selfe Onely if you could a little dispence here and there with a hard Rime or two in which yet you shall not say but there is some reason and my verses that are like Cheaters false Dice of high-men and low-men one while eights now tennes another while foure-teenes and sometimes sixes I will number you though I keepe no numbers in the fore-most ranke of my benefactors and fauourers Me thinks a King by birth as I am should not debase himselfe to intreate so much And yet I remember an old schoole-boyes game of King by your leaue euer since I was a boy my selfe and so I am afraid you will cry King by your leaue we are to

Preach in heart with one accord That they may neuer laugh for feare they do offend the Lord Then starteth vp a brother straight vpon a wicker Chayre And talkes of sinne and how it raignes amongst vs euery where How euery state is discontent How many sinne how few repent What May-poles and what Whitson-ales What ringing and what old-wiues tales Are now beleeu'd to be the way To saue vs all another day My son these men will nere endure the touch They know too little and they speake too much Their lookes are smoth like Siluer purifide They will proue Copper when they shall be tri'd I neuer heard of these which seeme so pure Which for Christs sake wold Martirdom endure And yet no doubt as long as peace remaines Their conscience will endure any paines But if the God of warre abroad should range And catch these men that long to see a change You then should see them all within one day For very feare of death to turne Turke-way But come my sonne sit downe and let vs eate These homely cates in steed of better meate And leaue these men that enuy so the state To die like dogs that can do nought but prate I 'le tell you Father of a Tale that is in Skeltons rime A foolish Tale but yet a Tale to driue away the time Of a very pleasant lad my Tale I must beginne That came into a house by chaunce where Sectaries did Inne And being in their company not knowing what they were He was as merry as a Pie still skypping here and there Till at the last a ciuill Sire came mildly towards him And like a man of God rebuk'd this yong-man for his sinne This merry Lad mus'd at the man as one loath to offend Saying if he had done amisse he would be glad to mend Night drew on Supper came in they all with one consent Desir'd this yong-mans company and he was well content He sadly sate all Supper while and not a word he said And as they did so would he do They after supper prayed And Chapters read and sung a Psalme all to instruct the youth What great delight he ought to haue in reading of the truth VVhen that the Lord was serued thus they cald a reckning presently And would not let this yong man pay but thank'd him for his company This pleasant Lad muz'd at the men yet being farre from scorning Intreated them to breake their fast with him the next day morning They thank'd him all with one consent but especially Maister Powes Desired him to bestow no cost but onely Beefe and Browes You shall haue nothing ese quoth he welcome shall be your chiefe And so good-night vntill we meete all at a peece of biefe The morning came there they met the boy that knew his time Set them downe to breakefast straight and then began his rime You are welcome heartily vnto lusty Humphrey VVelcome here must be your chiefe To a friendly peece of Biefe Such as was vs'd in ancient time VVhen house-keeping was in prime VVhen the Biefe and Brewes flourisht VVhen the silly soules were nourisht Then 't was a wonder to the poore To see a Porter keepe the doore Then were silly harmelesse folkes Plaine chimneyes then were full of smoakes Euery table then was spred And furnisht out with Biefe and bread Euery man then tooke a pleasure In his house to spend his treasure Who was then the Gentries Guest The Widdow poore that 's oft opprest The Souldiers with their wounds and skarres Bleeding for their Countries warres Then in the Country dwelt true pitty Now Christmas is but for the Citty A Gentleman of small reuenew Had then the poore for his retinew Wast not then a merry time When thy neighbour came to mine Canst thou lend me twenty pound For to buy a peece of ground Without statute or a bond Their word as good as any hand Then men of ancient calling Loued no pride for feare of falling Country Russet was their wearing And Kendall greene for feare of tearing The Clothier scarce the Mercer knew Now Silke-wormes make the Sheepe to rue The Plough-man liu'd sweete was his paine The Taylor now sweepes vp his gaine If any now do take compassion 'T is to checke the oldest fashion Yet paying for new fashions gold In spight of all the new is old But what meane I to runne so farre My foolish words may breed a skarre Let vs talke of Robin Hoode And little Iohn in merry Shirewood Of Poet Skelton with his pen And many other merry men Of May-game Lords and Sommer Queenes With Milke-maides dancing o're the Greenes Of merry Tarlton in our time Whose conceite was very fine Whom Death hath wounded with his Dart That lou'd a May-pole with his heart His humour was to please all them That seeme no Gods but mortall men For saith he in these our daies The Cobler now his Last downe laies And if he can but reade God wot Hee talkes and prates he knowes not what Of May-poles and of merriments That haue no spot of ill pretence But I wonder now and then To see the wise and learned men VVith countenance grim and many a frowne Cries Maisters plucke the May-pole downe To heare this newes the Milke-maide cries To see the sight the Plough-man dies 'T is a iest to see when they beginne For to plucke downe such wodden sinne Foolish men and faith-lesse too That still professe and nothing do The Sectaries were in a rage and knew not what to say They spit and chafd and stampt amaine and would haue gone away This merry Lad began to laugh and to them thus replide You see it stands not with my youth from pleasure to be tide I loue to sit and laugh not to offend the wise I care not for their company that honest mirth despise Those that be Saints abroad whose substance shadowes bee Let them go seeke Precisian-sects they are no mates for mee And when you are at home thinke of this prouerbe told The Tree is still knowne by his fruite if it be nere so old The poore men went away all discontent in minde And had no pleasure to their meate but left it all behind Now Father be you iudge who plaid the better part They with their zeale or else the boy that spoke with all his heart In sadnesse my good sonne I neuer yet did heare A Tale to that effect so much to please mine eare My iudgement I will stay vntill our better leisure I 'le show thee heere a booke my sonne wherein thou maist take pleasure Heere shalt thou reade my sonne a volume of dispaire The death of many a conquering king their liues and what they were The wisedome of this world the frailty of our age Our present time now acting sinne like Players on a stage I writ it with this hand that once could guide a pen And set my Launce into my rest as well as other men But oh those daies are past and now I wish

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