Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
As men in your names image vglinesse, To checke beloued childrens wantonnesse, When they would haue them doe things, or for beare; And call you when they know you are not there: So I enammell your deformity, Making all your excesses like to me. And that you may beleeue this to be true; We are not like: For what am I, but you? Reason! You marre our Mart, by coueting Not to be equall with vs, but our King. For though you now like Romane Augurs be, Who, but your staffe, haue no true mysterie; Yet doe you striue to rule, adde, or diminish; And idly so protract what we could finish. Else how could Alaham, or Hala stay So long; from making to our ends a way? Lusts open face this Age will easily beare, And hope here currant is to all, but feare. Wrong needs no veile, where times doe tyrannize; And what, but lacke of heart, is then vnwise; Age hath descri'd those toyes to be but name, Which in the worlds youth did beare reall fame; Iustice, Religion, Honour, Humblenesse; Shaddowes, which not well mixt, make beauty lesse. They helpe to smother, not inlarge our fire, By putting painted maskes on mans desire; And giue time to vnactiue Theorie, Which rage it selfe would not doe, were it free. So that we, Circe -like, change men to beasts, Which beasts turne men againe: Too base a crest For vs, that would quite banish doing well; And so at once change heauen and earth, to hell. In which course, who doth well obserue each part, Shall finde mankinde to haue so strange a heart; As being all ill, yet no one ill serues To worke him to that mischiefe he deserues: Feare, hope, desire, loue, courage being mixt So nicely in him, as none can be fixt. Which is our glorie: as for euery state To haue a Tempter fitted, and a fate. A feare in Great men still, to lose their might; And in the meane, ambition infinite; Truth, in the witty held but as a notion; Honor, the Old mans God; the Youths promotion. All which opposing powers, yet doe agree To worke corruption in humanity. Then on: This time is ours: What need we haste? Since till time ends, our raigne is sure to last. I march aboue the wits, and hearts of men; Chance at my feet, and power in my hand. Now King indeed. Obedience doth become Men, that can strength by wisdome ouercome. It honour was, euen worthy more than Crownes, To passe the Basshas in aduenturing: They were possest, I dispossest of all, But liberty to liue, or dye a thrall. Truth was in vaine; no peecing vp with might For me I saw; I had too good a cause: Counsell is slow, each minute infinite, When resolution to her ripenesse drawes.
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As men in your names image vglinesse, To checke beloued childrens wantonnesse, When they would haue them doe things, or for beare; And call you when they know you are not there: So I enammell your deformity, Making all your excesses like to me. And that you may beleeue this to be true; We are not like: For what am I, but you? Reason! You marre our Mart, by coueting Not to be equall with vs, but our King. For though you now like Romane Augurs be, Who, but your staffe, haue no true mysterie; Yet doe you striue to rule, adde, or diminish; And idly so protract what we could finish. Else how could Alaham, or Hala stay So long; from making to our ends a way? Lusts open face this Age will easily beare, And hope here currant is to all, but feare. Wrong needs no veile, where times doe tyrannize; And what, but lacke of heart, is then vnwise; Age hath descri'd those toyes to be but name, Which in the worlds youth did beare reall fame; Iustice, Religion, Honour, Humblenesse; Shaddowes, which not well mixt, make beauty lesse. They helpe to smother, not inlarge our fire, By putting painted maskes on mans desire; And giue time to vnactiue Theorie, Which rage it selfe would not doe, were it free. So that we, Circe-like, change men to beasts, Which beasts turne men againe: Too base a crest For vs, that would quite banish doing well; And so at once change heauen and earth, to hell. In which course, who doth well obserue each part, Shall finde mankinde to haue so strange a heart; As being all ill, yet no one ill serues To worke him to that mischiefe he deserues: Feare, hope, desire, loue, courage being mixt So nicely in him, as none can be fixt. Which is our glorie: as for euery state To haue a Tempter fitted, and a fate. A feare in Great men still, to lose their might; And in the meane, ambition infinite; Truth, in the witty held but as a notion; Honor, the Old mans God; the Youths promotion. All which opposing powers, yet doe agree To worke corruption in humanity. Then on: This time is ours: What need we haste? Since till time ends, our raigne is sure to last. I march aboue the wits, and hearts of men; Chance at my feet, and power in my hand. Now King indeed. Obedience doth become Men, that can strength by wisdome ouercome. It honour was, euen worthy more than Crownes, To passe the Basshas in aduenturing: They were possest, I dispossest of all, But liberty to liue, or dye a thrall. Truth was in vaine; no peecing vp with might For me I saw; I had too good a cause: Counsell is slow, each minute infinite, When resolution to her ripenesse drawes.