Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Out of which fatall guide Alaham now vndertakes The ruine of his King, and father, for ambitions sake; Against the lawes of Nations, power, and natiue blood; As if the vttermost of ill a Scepter could make good. But marke how Vice still makes example her owne fate; For with like mischiefe Hala shakes both him, and his Estate. He in his fathers bowels seeks an earthly Throne; Whence she supplants his heires againe with bastards of her owne. He makes wrong triumph ouer right, and innocence; She makes her lust religions lord, confusion her defence. Thus, as that Tyrant who cut off the Statues head, Which bare the name of Iupiter Olympian christened; Euen by this scornfull act to what was God in name, Taught people to encroch vpon the sacred Monarch-frame: So while the o'reswoll'n pride of this Mahumetan, By wounding of his Princely race, playes false with God and man; He in it doth disperse those clouds of reuerence, Which betweene man, and Monarchs Seate keep sweet intelligence; And while he would be lord of order, nature, right, Brings in disorder, that deuouring enemy of might, Which with her many hands vnweaues what time had wrought, And proues, what power obtaines by wrong, is euer dearly bought. So that our griefe and ioy is in this Tragedy, To see the ill, amongst her owne, act vnprosperity; The corne fall to the ground, the chaffe in siues remaine, Which of the corne was once, and yet cannot be corne againe. But as their ancient mates the sudden-kindled Windes, Broken out of the watry clouds, wherein they were enshrin'd; Afflict the sturdy Oke, are heauy to the Reed; And equally spend out thēselues with good or euill speed: So of these windy spirits, which wander in the ayre, By their malignity to blast, both what is foule, and faire; Whether they prosper doe, or faile in their intent, Their vglinesse disclosed is, their violence is spent: While we vphold the world, and were we all but one, By Legions of those Angels curs'd, could not be oucrthrown'd. Yet among stories, as the Authors winne no praise, Which truly write; but they who time with flatteries doe please: So in mans muddy soule, the meane doth not content, Nor equally the two extremes; but that which fits his bent. This makes some soare, and burne; some stoope, and wet their wings; And some againe commit excesse, euen in indifferent things. For who maintaines one vice to multiply another, Incestuously begets more heyres vpon his owne first mother. And in Venerian acts, as Concubine, and wife, Only expresse that difference which pictures do from life; The act being all in one, and but the same in all, Saue that the bondage of the vice delighteth to enthrall: So in mans choice, suppose this ends indifferent: The good, and ill, like equall wayes; yet will the worst content.
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Out of which fatall guide Alaham now vndertakes The ruine of his King, and father, for ambitions sake; Against the lawes of Nations, power, and natiue blood; As if the vttermost of ill a Scepter could make good. But marke how Vice still makes example her owne fate; For with like mischiefe Hala shakes both him, and his Estate. He in his fathers bowels seeks an earthly Throne; Whence she supplants his heires againe with bastards of her owne. He makes wrong triumph ouer right, and innocence; She makes her lust religions lord, confusion her defence. Thus, as that Tyrant who cut off the Statues head, Which bare the name of Iupiter Olympian christened; Euen by this scornfull act to what was God in name, Taught people to encroch vpon the sacred Monarch-frame: So while the o'reswoll'n pride of this Mahumetan, By wounding of his Princely race, playes false with God and man; He in it doth disperse those clouds of reuerence, Which betweene man, and Monarchs Seate keep sweet intelligence; And while he would be lord of order, nature, right, Brings in disorder, that deuouring enemy of might, Which with her many hands vnweaues what time had wrought, And proues, what power obtaines by wrong, is euer dearly bought. So that our griefe and ioy is in this Tragedy, To see the ill, amongst her owne, act vnprosperity; The corne fall to the ground, the chaffe in siues remaine, Which of the corne was once, and yet cannot be corne againe. But as their ancient mates the sudden-kindled Windes, Broken out of the watry clouds, wherein they were enshrin'd; Afflict the sturdy Oke, are heauy to the Reed; And equally spend out thēselues with good or euill speed: So of these windy spirits, which wander in the ayre, By their malignity to blast, both what is foule, and faire; Whether they prosper doe, or faile in their intent, Their vglinesse disclosed is, their violence is spent: While we vphold the world, and were we all but one, By Legions of those Angels curs'd, could not be oucrthrown'd. Yet among stories, as the Authors winne no praise, Which truly write; but they who time with flatteries doe please: So in mans muddy soule, the meane doth not content, Nor equally the two extremes; but that which fits his bent. This makes some soare, and burne; some stoope, and wet their wings; And some againe commit excesse, euen in indifferent things. For who maintaines one vice to multiply another, Incestuously begets more heyres vpon his owne first mother. And in Venerian acts, as Concubine, and wife, Only expresse that difference which pictures do from life; The act being all in one, and but the same in all, Saue that the bondage of the vice delighteth to enthrall: So in mans choice, suppose this ends indifferent: The good, and ill, like equall wayes; yet will the worst content.