Selected quad for the lemma: truth_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	know_v	speak_v	word_n	9,131	5	4.2861	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11143	A crevv of kind gossips, all met to be merrie complayning of their husbands, with their husbands ansvveres in their owne defence. Written, and newly inlarged by S.R.; Whole crew of kind gossips, all met to be merry	Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630?	1613 (1613)	STC 21414; ESTC S110530	18,162	39

our Wiues in print Yet haue been silent it appeares too long The world may censure we haue done them wrong Because with silence it hath past away But Gentlemen now giue vs leaue I pray To vse Apologie and by no meanes Giue credit to such cunning crafty Queanes For they haue s●andred vs vpon our liues The case may be your owne if you haue wiues And therefore be not partially inclin'd But heare the matter with indifferent minde A Tauerne for their parly they did chuse And there forsooth as pra●ling Gossips vse Like Catoes wife they presently be led To vtter all that comes into their head And first my Ione a very prating Dame Of sparing and of hardnesse doth me blame She wanteth Money as she sayes to spend Sirs can a man get Coyne vnto that end My Purse she sayes is slowly comming out But her Hand is too nimble thereabout Shee le set it going she can make it flye And if I speake she answeres What care I I le be maintayned Gentle-woman like Then bendes her fist as if she meant to strike That sometime I am glad to speake her faire For quietnesse and t is an honest care To haue commaund onely by manly carriage For I doe know the ciuill warres of Marriage Too well by diuers of my Neighbours liues That are ore-matcht in combat with their Wiues Blowes therefore we doe neuer put in vre But a Shrowes tongue I daily doe indure Giue mee some Money Money is her song She loues to be a spending all day long Housholders iudge if all thinges be not deare She g●● me not a Penny in a yeare And pen●es me pounds a weeke yet still complaines That neuer taketh any other paines But st●●ch a Ruffe and sit and pricke a clout Then walke abroad this worke she goes about Shall I maintaine an ydle Huswife so There 's not an honest man but will say no. Hee that doth let his wife haue what she will Being a Foole shee le keepe him Woodcocke still No I le be Head my title I le not lose Shee 's well maintaind as all my Neighbours knowes Nay I le be sworne it makes my Purse-strings cracke To ruffle her in her pride and gowne her backe She hath six Gownes for wearing ne're the worse I would I had fiue of them in my purse But t is her humour and it must be thus Pride pleaseth them how ere it pincheth vs There 's not a new-found toy if once they craue it Poore Husbands shall not rest vntill they haue it The Second Gossips Complaint NExt to the first a second neate one sat Which tooke a cup of Wine dranke vp that Then filling it vnto another sayd Ah wish I could that I were yet a Mayde We are so forward in our youth you know When past a dozen yeares we once doe grow We long and wish and looke and dayly thinke For you know what Cupid is meate and drinke Vnto our hungry thoughts his prayse we sing Forsooth a Husband is your onely thing Poore foolish Girles we know not what we doe But take a pride when Fellowes come to woe I le tell you one thing but no words I le haue I know I speake it to the wise and graue VVhen I was Mayde with Chalke behind our doore Some fiue and fourty Sutors I did score And I would vse the Fooles alike all kinde For which continuall fauours I did finde I le tell you trueth the Gloues which some did giue Are more then I can weare out while I liue Each was resolu'd he did my loue possesse For like a crafty queane I must confesse I gaue kind words and smiles and kisses too And thinges that shal be namelesse I did doo Which shall be left to youth 't is gone and past I haue not bin the first nor shall be last Of waggish Wenches for when we are gone There 's little ones new bred are growing on But in good sadnesse I am plagued now For all my knauery I le tell you how Of all my choyse for fourty fiue was plenty I tooke a Clowne the very worst of twenty Indeed he doth allow me Coyne at will For to belve the Diuell it is ill But heere 's his fault hee 'le crosse me many a way When I would haue my humour he sayes nay Let mee bid one doe this hee sayes doe that My wife talkes often-times she knowes not what Yea when that many strangers are in place Hee 's not asham'd to offer this disgrace For which we two haue often fallings out And sometimes at the ●●sts we haue about I care not greatly whosoere it know If he strike mee I le match him blow for blow For though he be my head as people talke About his pate my fist sometimes doth walke He shall haue euen as good as he doth bring I will not dye in 's debt for any thing Vnto my parents I do seeme the liker For well ● wo● my Mother was a striker And I haue seene her take my Father downe That he was euen affraid to see her frowne He would sometime come wrangling in a dore But when my Mother with a cudgell swore And sayd but to him Richard shall I com● Why present he had not a word but Mum. I noting this vnto my selfe would say That same tricke will I haue another day For if I meet with one that 's like my Father I le take no blowes I le see him hanged rather Indeed I finde my Husband but a bragger His humour is he will a little swagger And seemes as if he were Knight of the Sunne But let me stand to him and he hath done At first indeed he put me in a feare When as I heard him but begin to sweare Then spake I faire and to him was right kinde Thinking to put him in a better minde I tride him thus a while but t' was a wonder How he would dominiere and keeke me vnder Nay then quoth I I le try my Mothers tricke And valiantly tooke vp a Faggot-sticke For he had giuen me a blowe or twaine But as he likes it let him strike againe The blood ran downe about his eares apace I brake his head and all bescratch't his face Then got him downe and with my very fist I did bepommell him vntill he pist So from that houre vnto this present day He neuer ●●st begin another fray But is content to let all fighting cease A Faggot-sticke hath bound him to the peace The Second Husbands Answere MAisters you heare my Huswife wantes her will She tels her Gossips I doe vse her ill And yet she doth confesse that I am kinde In letting her haue Mony to her minde Yet that 's not all the Gentle womans longing There 's other matters to her humours wronging She would be Maister to command in all Doe what she list checke mee ma●ry and shall She sayes I crosse her but she crosses mee In my affayres still busie she will be I must yeeld her account