Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
HOV Monster horrible! vnder whose vgly doome, Downe in Eternities perpetuall night, Mans temporall sinnes beare torments infinite: For change of desolation, must I come To tempt the earth, and to prophane the light; From mournefull silence, where paine dares not rore With libertie; to multiplie it more, Nor from the lothsome puddle Acheron, Made foule with common sinnes, whose filthie dampes Feed Lethes sinke, forgetting all but mone: Nor from that fowle infernall shaddowed Lampe, Which lighteth Sisiphus to rowle his stone: These be but bodies plagues, the skirts of hell; I come from whence deathes seate doth death excell. A place there is vpon no centre placed, Deepe vnder depthes, as farre as is the skie Aboue the earth; darke, infinitely spaced: Pluto the King, the Kingdome, miserie. The Chrystall may Gods glorious seate resemble; Horror it selfe these horrors but dissemble. Priuation would raigne there, by God not made; But creature of vncreated sinne, Whose being is all beings to inuade, To haue no ending though it did beginne: And so of past, things present, and to come, To giue depriuing, not tormenting doome, But horror, in the vnderstanding mixt; And memorie, by Eternities seale wrought; Vnto the bodies of the euill fixt, And into reason by our passion brought, Here rackt, torne, and exil'd from vnitie; Though come from nothing, must for euer be. The sinnes that enter here are capitall: Atheisme, where creatures their Creator lose; Vnthankfull Pride, nature, and graces fall; Mate of Mankinde, in Man vnnaturall; Hypocrites, which bodies leaue, and shadowes chose. The persons, either Kings by fortune blest, Or men by nature made Kings of the rest. Here Tyrants that corrupt authoritie, Councell'd out of the feares of wickednesse, Cunning in mischiefe, prowd in crueltie, Are furies made, to plague the weaker ghosts, Whose soules, entising pleasure only lost. The weaker Kings, whose more vnconstant vice Their States vnto their humors made a prey; For suffering more then Kings to Tyrannise, Are damn'd; though here to be, yet not to stay: For backe they goe, to tempt with euery sinne, As easiest it the world may enter in. My selfe sometimes was such; Ormus my state. I bare the name; yet did my Basshas raigne: Trusts to few windowes are vnfortunate; For Subiects growing full is Princes wane. Loe; all misdeeds procure their owne misfate; For by my trusted Basshas was I slaine: Now sent to teare downe my posteritie, That haue their sinnes inheritance from me. My first charge is, the ruine of mine owne, Hell keeping knowledge still of earthlinesse, None coming there but spirits ouergrowne, And more embodied into wickednesse: The bodie by the spirit liuing euer; The spirit in the body ioying neuer: In heauen perchance no such affections be; Those Angell-soules in flesh imprisoned, Like strangers liuing in Mortalitie, Still more, and more, themselues enspirited, Refining Nature to Eternity; By being maids in earths adulterous bed: And idly forget all here below, Where we our parents, but to plague them, know.
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HOV Monster horrible! vnder whose vgly doome, Downe in Eternities perpetuall night, Mans temporall sinnes beare torments infinite: For change of desolation, must I come To tempt the earth, and to prophane the light; From mournefull silence, where paine dares not rore With libertie; to multiplie it more, Nor from the lothsome puddle Acheron, Made foule with common sinnes, whose filthie dampes Feed Lethes sinke, forgetting all but mone: Nor from that fowle infernall shaddowed Lampe, Which lighteth Sisiphus to rowle his stone: These be but bodies plagues, the skirts of hell; I come from whence deathes seate doth death excell. A place there is vpon no centre placed, Deepe vnder depthes, as farre as is the skie Aboue the earth; darke, infinitely spaced: Pluto the King, the Kingdome, miserie. The Chrystall may Gods glorious seate resemble; Horror it selfe these horrors but dissemble. Priuation would raigne there, by God not made; But creature of vncreated sinne, Whose being is all beings to inuade, To haue no ending though it did beginne: And so of past, things present, and to come, To giue depriuing, not tormenting doome, But horror, in the vnderstanding mixt; And memorie, by Eternities seale wrought; Vnto the bodies of the euill fixt, And into reason by our passion brought, Here rackt, torne, and exil'd from vnitie; Though come from nothing, must for euer be. The sinnes that enter here are capitall: Atheisme, where creatures their Creator lose; Vnthankfull Pride, nature, and graces fall; Mate of Mankinde, in Man vnnaturall; Hypocrites, which bodies leaue, and shadowes chose. The persons, either Kings by fortune blest, Or men by nature made Kings of the rest. Here Tyrants that corrupt authoritie, Councell'd out of the feares of wickednesse, Cunning in mischiefe, prowd in crueltie, Are furies made, to plague the weaker ghosts, Whose soules, entising pleasure only lost. The weaker Kings, whose more vnconstant vice Their States vnto their humors made a prey; For suffering more then Kings to Tyrannise, Are damn'd; though here to be, yet not to stay: For backe they goe, to tempt with euery sinne, As easiest it the world may enter in. My selfe sometimes was such; Ormus my state. I bare the name; yet did my Basshas raigne: Trusts to few windowes are vnfortunate; For Subiects growing full is Princes wane. Loe; all misdeeds procure their owne misfate; For by my trusted Basshas was I slaine: Now sent to teare downe my posteritie, That haue their sinnes inheritance from me. My first charge is, the ruine of mine owne, Hell keeping knowledge still of earthlinesse, None coming there but spirits ouergrowne, And more embodied into wickednesse: The bodie by the spirit liuing euer; The spirit in the body ioying neuer: In heauen perchance no such affections be; Those Angell-soules in flesh imprisoned, Like strangers liuing in Mortalitie, Still more, and more, themselues enspirited, Refining Nature to Eternity; By being maids in earths adulterous bed: And idly forget all here below, Where we our parents, but to plague them, know.