Selected quad for the lemma: father_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
father_n	husband_n	mother_n	sister_n	13,459	5	11.1008	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03168	A dialogue conteinyng the nomber in effect of all the prouerbes in the englishe tongue compacte in a matter concernyng two maner of mariages, made and set foorth by Iohn̄ Heywood.	Heywood, John, 1497?-1580?	1546 (1546)	STC 13291; ESTC S106104	47,672	94

nought Nor nought haue we nor no waie ought can we get Sauyng by borowyng tyll we be in det So far that no man any more will vs lende Wherby for lacke we bothe be at our witts ende Wherof no wonder sens the ende of our good And begynnyng of our charge to gither stood But wyt is neuer good tyll it be bought Howbeit whan bought wits to best price be brought Yet is one good forewyt worth two after wits This payth me home lo and full my foly hyts For had I lookt afore with indifferent eye Though haste had made my thurst neuer so drye Yet to drown this drought this must I nedes thynk As I wolde nedes brewe so must I nedes drynk The drynke of my bride cup I shulde haue forborne Tyll temperance had tempred the taste beforne I se nowe and shall see whyle I am alyue Who wedth or he be wise shall dye er he thryue He that will selle lawne er he can folde it He shall repent hym er he haue solde it I reckned my weddyng a suger sweete spice But reckners without their host must recken twice And all though it were sweete for a weeke or twayne Swete meate wil haue sowre sauce I se now playne Continuall penurie whyche I must take Telth me better eye out than alwaie ake Boldly and blyndly I ventred on this How be it who so bolde as blynde bayard is And herein to blame any man than shulde I raue For I dyd it my selfe and selfe do selfe haue But a daie after the fayre comth this remors For relefe for though it be a good hors That neuer stumbleth what praise can that auouche To iades y e breke their necks at first tryp or touche And before this my first foile or breakneck fall Subtilly lyke a shepe thought I I shall Cut my cote after my cloth Whan I haue her But now I can smell nothyng hath no sauer I am taught to know in more haste thā good speede How iudicare came into the Creede My carefull wife in one corner wepeth in care And I in an other the purse is threde bare This corner of our care quoth he I you tell To craue therin your comfortable counsell ¶ The nynthe chapiter I Am sory quoth I of your pouertee And more sory that I can nat succourye If ye stur your nede myne almesse to stur Than of trouth ye beg at a wrong mans dur There is nothyng more vayne as your selfe tell can Than to beg a breeche of a bare arst man I come to beg nothyng of you quoth he Saue your aduise whiche maie my best waie be How to wyn present salue for this present sore I am like thyll surgeon saied I without ●●ore Of good plasters Howbeit suche as they are Ye shall haue the best I haue But fyrst declare Where your your wiues riche kynsfolke do dwell Enuyronned about vs quoth he which shewth well The nere to the churche the ferther from god Most parte of theim dwell within a thousand rod. And yet shall we catche a hare with a taber As soone as catche ought of them and rather Ye plaie coleprophet quoth I who takth in hande To knowe his answere before he doo his errande What shulde I to them quoth he flyng or flyt An vnbidden geast knoweth not where to syt Shame drawth me backe beyng thus forsaken Tushe man quoth I shame is as it is taken And shame take him y e shame thinkth ye thinke none Vnmynded vnmoned go make your mone Well quoth he if I shall nede this viage make With as good will as a beare goth to the stake I will streight waie anker and hoise vp saile And thitherward hie me in haste like a snaile And home agayne hitherward quicke as a bee Nowe for good lucke cast an olde shoe after mee And fyrst to myne vncle brother to my father By suite I will assaie to wyn some fauer Who brought me vp and tyll my weddyng was don Loued me not as his nephew but as his son And his heyre had I been had not this chaunced Of lādes gooddes which shuld me much auanced Trudge quoth I to hym and on your marybones Crouche to the grounde and not so ofte as ones Speake any one worde hym to contrary I can not tell that quoth he by seynt Mary I knowe not howe I shall be pryckt to speake Well quoth I better is to bowe than breake Sens ye can nought wyn yf ye can not please Best is to suffer For of suffrance comth ease Cause causeth quoth he and as cause causeth me So will I doo And with this awaie went he Yet whether his wyfe should go with hym or no He sent hir to me to knowe er he wolde go Wherto I saied I thought best he went alone And you quoth I to go streight as he is gone Among your kynsfolke likewise if they dwell ny Yes quoth she all round about euen here by Namely an aunte my mothers syster who well Sens my mother died brought me vp frō the shell And much wold haue giuē me had mi weddīg grown Vpon hir fansy as it grewe vpon myne own And in likewise myne vncle her husband was A father to me Well quoth I let pas And if your husband will his assent graunte Go he to his vncle and you to your aunte Yes this assent he graunteth before quoth she For he or this thought this the best waie to be But of these two thynges he wolde determyne none Without aide For two hedds are better than one With this we departed she to her husband And I to dyner to theim on thother hande ¶ The tenth chapiter VVhan dyner was doon I cam home agayne To attende on the returne of these twayne And er three houres to ende were fully tryde Home came she fyrst welcom quoth I and wel hyde Ye a shorte horse is soone corryd quoth shee But the weaker hath the worse we all daie see After our last partyng my husband and I Departed eche to place agreed formerly Myne vncle and aunte on me dyd loure and glome Bothe bad me god spede but none bad me welcome Their folkes glomd on me to by whiche it appereth The yong cocke croweth as he the olde hereth At dyner they were and made for maners sake A kynswoman of ours me to table take A false flattryng fylth and if that be good None better to beare two faces in a hood She speaketh as she wolde crepe into your bosome And whan the meale mouth hath won the bottome Of your stomake than will the pikthanke it tell To your moste enmies you to bie and sell There is no mo suche tytifils in Englands grounde To holde with the hare and run with the hounde Fyre in the tone hande and water in the tother The makebate bereth betwene brother and brother She can wynk on the yew and wery the lam She maketh ernest matters of euery flymflam She must haue an ore in euery mans