Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
Craft! Go thou forth, worke honor into lust. Malice! Sow in selfe-loue vnworthinesse. Feare! Make it safe for no man to be iust. Wrong! Be thou clothed in powers comelinesse. Wit! Play with faith; take glory in mistrust; Let duty, and Religion goe by ghesse. Furies! Stirre you vp warre; which follow must, When all things are corrupt with doublenesse. From vice to vice let error multiply. With vncouth sinnes, murthers, adulteries, Incorporate all kindes of iniquity. Translate the State to forraigne Tyrannies. Keepe downe the best, and let the worst haue power, That warre, and hell may all at once deuoure. Thou coward soule! Why standst thou doubting now? Why to, and fro? The dice of chance are cast: Counsells of law, of shame, of loue, are past. Thinke what the worst haue done; what they enioy, That plucke downe States to put vp priuate lawes, Whom fame enobles while she would destroy. Honor hath many wings: Chance hath no bookes: Who follow, treade but where men trode before; Who giue example still are something more. Beare witnesse yet yee good, and euill spirits! Who in the ayre inuisibly do dwell; That these strange pathes I walke of vglinesse, Are forc'd by threatning gulfes of treacherie, Nourisht by States, and Times iniurious. Nor is it sinne, which men for safety choose; Nor hath it shame, which men are forc'd to vse. What be these agonies indefinite? These sudden changes, secret, violent, Both argue euill lucke, and ill intent. That which I most did hate, and least did feare, Is fall'n: Nature cares not for natiue blood. I wickedly must doe, or mischiefe beare; I must no more be, or no more be good. How growes this change? Reueale this secret work: Both cures, and wounds doe oft together lurcke. Heli! you know the time when this fraile King, Languish'd, and wanton'd in a powerfull throne, Sent to the gods to learne what should befall, Hauing but peace; and wealth to doubt withall. Their answer was: My fathers eldest sonne Must be a sacrifice for this Estate, And with his blood wash out the doome of fate. The Basshas, swoll'n by vse of ruling Kings, Presume on God: and what by Gods decree Was death; by theirs must onely exile be. And proud againe with this vniust successe, A second error on the first they build; And he that liues against the heauenly doome, Must now not liue, but raigne: yet only raigne, To put downe me they feare, for him they scorne. Is innocency to no other borne? And must my right, and Royall blood abide Traytors, to be my Lords; the dead, my King? Is honor to so many masters tied? Shall I not liue, except I scorned liue? Well: where the choice is left to kill, or dye; The best Estates doe but in hazard lie. T'is rashnesse to commit our right to chance. T'is madnesse at the worst to feare mischance. Vnfold this factious clowdie mysterie; What cannot help, yet will experience be.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T6 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Craft! Go thou forth, worke honor into lust. Malice! Sow in selfe-loue vnworthinesse. Feare! Make it safe for no man to be iust. Wrong! Be thou clothed in powers comelinesse. Wit! Play with faith; take glory in mistrust; Let duty, and Religion goe by ghesse. Furies! Stirre you vp warre; which follow must, When all things are corrupt with doublenesse. From vice to vice let error multiply. With vncouth sinnes, murthers, adulteries, Incorporate all kindes of iniquity. Translate the State to forraigne Tyrannies. Keepe downe the best, and let the worst haue power, That warre, and hell may all at once deuoure. Thou coward soule! Why standst thou doubting now? Why to, and fro? The dice of chance are cast: Counsells of law, of shame, of loue, are past. Thinke what the worst haue done; what they enioy, That plucke downe States to put vp priuate lawes, Whom fame enobles while she would destroy. Honor hath many wings: Chance hath no bookes: Who follow, treade but where men trode before; Who giue example still are something more. Beare witnesse yet yee good, and euill spirits! Who in the ayre inuisibly do dwell; That these strange pathes I walke of vglinesse, Are forc'd by threatning gulfes of treacherie, Nourisht by States, and Times iniurious. Nor is it sinne, which men for safety choose; Nor hath it shame, which men are forc'd to vse. What be these agonies indefinite? These sudden changes, secret, violent, Both argue euill lucke, and ill intent. That which I most did hate, and least did feare, Is fall'n: Nature cares not for natiue blood. I wickedly must doe, or mischiefe beare; I must no more be, or no more be good. How growes this change? Reueale this secret work: Both cures, and wounds doe oft together lurcke. Heli! you know the time when this fraile King, Languish'd, and wanton'd in a powerfull throne, Sent to the gods to learne what should befall, Hauing but peace; and wealth to doubt withall. Their answer was: My fathers eldest sonne Must be a sacrifice for this Estate, And with his blood wash out the doome of fate. The Basshas, swoll'n by vse of ruling Kings, Presume on God: and what by Gods decree Was death; by theirs must onely exile be. And proud againe with this vniust successe, A second error on the first they build; And he that liues against the heauenly doome, Must now not liue, but raigne: yet only raigne, To put downe me they feare, for him they scorne. Is innocency to no other borne? And must my right, and Royall blood abide Traytors, to be my Lords; the dead, my King? Is honor to so many masters tied? Shall I not liue, except I scorned liue? Well: where the choice is left to kill, or dye; The best Estates doe but in hazard lie. T'is rashnesse to commit our right to chance. T'is madnesse at the worst to feare mischance. Vnfold this factious clowdie mysterie; What cannot help, yet will experience be.