Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Are you afrayd poore Soules? Else why doe you descend To question, or conferre with vs, to whom you are no friends? Who feare their owne Estates doe commonly first speake, As they againe put goodnesse on, who find their party weake. We doe but what we did, which is increase our might; And as on earth, so in the ayre; cry downe your borrowed light. What can you winne of vs, that must be as we were? Whereas you, exiles out of heauen, can hope for nothing there. We, that were as you are, know well what you can be; Where you, that neuer were like vs, what can you in vs see? That you haue first destroyed your selues, and are ordain'd To scourge, curse, and corrupt that earth, which you boast to haue gain'd. Why did not you defend that which was once your owne? Betweene vs two, the odds of worth, by odds of power is knowne. Besides, Mappe clearly out your infinite extent, Euen in the infancy of time, when much was innocent; Could this world then yeeld ought to enuie, or desire, Where pride of courage made men fall, and basenesse rais'd them higher? Where they that would be great, to be so, must be least? And where to beare, and suffer wrong, was vertues natiue crest? Mans skinne, was then his silke; the worlds wild fruit, his food; His wisdome, poore simplicity; his Trophies inward good. No Maiesty, for power; nor glories, for mans worth; Nor any end, but (as the plants) to bring each other forth. Temples, and vessells fit for outward sacrifice, As they came in, so go they out, with that which you count Vice. The Priesthood few, and poore; No Throne, but open ayre: For that which you call good, allowes of nothing that is faire. No Pyramis rais'd vp aboue the force of Thunder, Nor Babel -walles by Greatnesse built, for Littlenesse a wonder. No Conquest testifying wit, with courage mixt; As wheeles whereon the world must runne, and neuer can be fixt. No Arts, or Characters to read the great God in; Nor stories of acts done; for these all entred with the sinne. A lasy calme, wherein each foole a pilot is: The glory of the skilfull shines, where men may go amisse. Till we came in, there was no triall of your might, And since we were; in men, your selues presume of little right. Then cease to blast the earth with your abstracted dreames And striue no more to carry men against affections streames. Nay rather tempt, and proue, if long life make them wise, That must, to haue their beauties seene, put out all fleshly eyes. Or when they be no more, Eternall then to be, Neglect the ioy, and glorious vse of times felicity. Cast out these thinne-weau'd lines, and catch some little flyes; The greater spirits, which are ours, feele not these nimble ●yes.
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Are you afrayd poore Soules? Else why doe you descend To question, or conferre with vs, to whom you are no friends? Who feare their owne Estates doe commonly first speake, As they againe put goodnesse on, who find their party weake. We doe but what we did, which is increase our might; And as on earth, so in the ayre; cry downe your borrowed light. What can you winne of vs, that must be as we were? Whereas you, exiles out of heauen, can hope for nothing there. We, that were as you are, know well what you can be; Where you, that neuer were like vs, what can you in vs see? That you haue first destroyed your selues, and are ordain'd To scourge, curse, and corrupt that earth, which you boast to haue gain'd. Why did not you defend that which was once your owne? Betweene vs two, the odds of worth, by odds of power is knowne. Besides, Mappe clearly out your infinite extent, Euen in the infancy of time, when much was innocent; Could this world then yeeld ought to enuie, or desire, Where pride of courage made men fall, and basenesse rais'd them higher? Where they that would be great, to be so, must be least? And where to beare, and suffer wrong, was vertues natiue crest? Mans skinne, was then his silke; the worlds wild fruit, his food; His wisdome, poore simplicity; his Trophies inward good. No Maiesty, for power; nor glories, for mans worth; Nor any end, but (as the plants) to bring each other forth. Temples, and vessells fit for outward sacrifice, As they came in, so go they out, with that which you count Vice. The Priesthood few, and poore; No Throne, but open ayre: For that which you call good, allowes of nothing that is faire. No Pyramis rais'd vp aboue the force of Thunder, Nor Babel-walles by Greatnesse built, for Littlenesse a wonder. No Conquest testifying wit, with courage mixt; As wheeles whereon the world must runne, and neuer can be fixt. No Arts, or Characters to read the great God in; Nor stories of acts done; for these all entred with the sinne. A lasy calme, wherein each foole a pilot is: The glory of the skilfull shines, where men may go amisse. Till we came in, there was no triall of your might, And since we were; in men, your selues presume of little right. Then cease to blast the earth with your abstracted dreames And striue no more to carry men against affections streames. Nay rather tempt, and proue, if long life make them wise, That must, to haue their beauties seene, put out all fleshly eyes. Or when they be no more, Eternall then to be, Neglect the ioy, and glorious vse of times felicity. Cast out these thinne-weau'd lines, and catch some little flyes; The greater spirits, which are ours, feele not these nimble yes.