Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
WE that are made to guard good men, and binde the ill, See both miscarried here below, against our power, and will. As if the earth, and hers, were to the worst left free, And we made subiect, by their curse, to deaths blacke Colonie. Yet is our Maker strong, and we his first Creation, Wheras the state of that darke Quire is meerly our priuation. Whence doth this ods then grow, which seemes to master all; Since we are more than nature is, they much lesse, by their fall? Are we not diligent, or is the good not wise? Showes Truth lesse glorious in the earth, than her ill picture Lies? Then Audit vs in grosse; at least we equall be: And if in minutes men seeke out true inequality, Compare words with the life, Eternity with time, Insulting pride with humble loue, pure innocence with crime: And if these in their natures equally be weigh'd, The one liues euer building vp, what others haue decay'd. So that to make and marre, is our true difference; To marre, expressing finite power; to make, omnipotence. The obiect then it is, from whence this oddes doth grow, By which the ill o'reweighs the good in euery thing below. And what is that but Man? A crazed soule, vnfix'd; Made good, yet fall'n, not to extremes, but to a meane betwixt: Where (like a cloud) with windes he toss'd is here, and there, We kindling good hope in his flesh; they quenching it with feare. We with our abstract formes, and substance bodilesse, Image by glaunces into him our glories, their distresse. And in prospectiue Maps make ill farre off appeare, Lest it should worke with too great power, when it approacheth neare. Beauties againe of Truth (which those ill spirits conceale) With Optike glasses we reflect on man to kindle zeale. But whether idle man, exceeding orders frame, (As out of heauen iustly cast) must Vulcan -like goe lame; Or that those euill spirits so dazle humane eyes, As they thinke foule forbidden things more beautifull, more wise; Wee see, though they want power to change our reall frame, Yet in the world they striue to gaine, by changing of our name: Calling the Goodnesse, weake; Patience, a lacke of sense, Or seeming not to feele, because it dares make no defence. True Pietie in Man, which vpward doth appeale, They doe deride, as argument of little strength, much zeale. And as the Painters art, by deeping colors there, Here sleighting o're, and finely casting shadowes euery where, Makes from a flat, a face shew off, as if imboss'd; In which the forme, not matter, is the summe of all his cost: So take these Fayries from, or adde vnto our meane, With arts fine casting shadows, till they seeme to change vs cleane; And make a picture which they couet should excell; And which yet, to be like, must lose the life of doing well. This image is their wit, and so their Deitie, Which though not keeping one shape long, in all would worship'd be. In precept, doctrine, rite, and discipline agree'd, That, but prosperity on earth, there is no liuing Creed:
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WE that are made to guard good men, and binde the ill, See both miscarried here below, against our power, and will. As if the earth, and hers, were to the worst left free, And we made subiect, by their curse, to deaths blacke Colonie. Yet is our Maker strong, and we his first Creation, Wheras the state of that darke Quire is meerly our priuation. Whence doth this ods then grow, which seemes to master all; Since we are more than nature is, they much lesse, by their fall? Are we not diligent, or is the good not wise? Showes Truth lesse glorious in the earth, than her ill picture Lies? Then Audit vs in grosse; at least we equall be: And if in minutes men seeke out true inequality, Compare words with the life, Eternity with time, Insulting pride with humble loue, pure innocence with crime: And if these in their natures equally be weigh'd, The one liues euer building vp, what others haue decay'd. So that to make and marre, is our true difference; To marre, expressing finite power; to make, omnipotence. The obiect then it is, from whence this oddes doth grow, By which the ill o'reweighs the good in euery thing below. And what is that but Man? A crazed soule, vnfix'd; Made good, yet fall'n, not to extremes, but to a meane betwixt: Where (like a cloud) with windes he toss'd is here, and there, We kindling good hope in his flesh; they quenching it with feare. We with our abstract formes, and substance bodilesse, Image by glaunces into him our glories, their distresse. And in prospectiue Maps make ill farre off appeare, Lest it should worke with too great power, when it approacheth neare. Beauties againe of Truth (which those ill spirits conceale) With Optike glasses we reflect on man to kindle zeale. But whether idle man, exceeding orders frame, (As out of heauen iustly cast) must Vulcan-like goe lame; Or that those euill spirits so dazle humane eyes, As they thinke foule forbidden things more beautifull, more wise; Wee see, though they want power to change our reall frame, Yet in the world they striue to gaine, by changing of our name: Calling the Goodnesse, weake; Patience, a lacke of sense, Or seeming not to feele, because it dares make no defence. True Pietie in Man, which vpward doth appeale, They doe deride, as argument of little strength, much zeale. And as the Painters art, by deeping colors there, Here sleighting o're, and finely casting shadowes euery where, Makes from a flat, a face shew off, as if imboss'd; In which the forme, not matter, is the summe of all his cost: So take these Fayries from, or adde vnto our meane, With arts fine casting shadows, till they seeme to change vs cleane; And make a picture which they couet should excell; And which yet, to be like, must lose the life of doing well. This image is their wit, and so their Deitie, Which though not keeping one shape long, in all would worship'd be. In precept, doctrine, rite, and discipline agree'd, That, but prosperity on earth, there is no liuing Creed: