Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
Vnder the next good, shaddow your deform'd excesse; Yet shall your masked arts, and hornes, your clouen feet expresse. Wherby your beauties be so priz'd among your owne; As they will blush for yours, by name, or nature to be knowne. Againe, take all the world, if it one soule content; Then freely let Mankinde beleeue you are omnipotent. But if your Legions here doe in their glories raue, Tormented while they liue on earth, and much more in the graue; If to be nothing be the best that could be fall; Your subtile Orbes, to reall beings, then must needs be thrall. And so proue to the good but like those showres of raine, Which, while they wet the husbandman, yet multiply his gaine. Celica! thou only child, whom I repent Not yet to haue begot! thy worke is vaine: Thou run'st against my Destinies intent. Feare not my fall; the steepe is fayrest plaine, And error safest guide vnto his end, Who nothing but mischance can haue to friend. We parents are but Natures nursery, When our succession springs then ripe to fall; Priuation vnto age is naturall. Age there is also in a Princes State, Which is contempt, growne of misgouernment; Where loue of change begetteth Princes hate: For hopes must wither, or grow violent, If fortune binde desires to one Estate. Then marke: Blinde, as a Man: Scorn'd, as a King: A Fathers kindnesse loath'd, and desolate: Life without ioy, or light: what can it bring, But inward horrour vnto outward hate? O safety! thou art then a hatefull thing, When childrens death assures the fathers State. No; Safe I am not, though my sonne were slaine, My frailty would beget such sonnes againe. Besides, if fatall be the heauens will, Repining adds more force to destinie, Whose iron wheeles stay not on fleshly wit, But headlong runne downe steep Necessity. And as in danger, we doe catch at it That comes to helpe; and vnaduisedly Oft doe our friends to our misfortune knit: So with the harme of those who would vs good, Is Destinie impossibly withstood. Celica then cease; importune me no more: My sonne, my age, the state where things are now Require my death. Who would consent to liue, Where loue cannot reuenge, nor truth forgiue? Though feare see nothing but extremity, Yet danger is no deep sea, but a Ford, Where they that yeeld can only drowned be. In wrongs, and wounds, Sir, you are to remisse. To Thrones a passiue nature fatall is. Occasion to my sonne hath turn'd her face; My inward wants all outward strengths betray; And so make that impossible I may. Yet liue: Liue for the State. Whose ruines glasses are, Wherin see errors of my selfe I must, And hold my life of danger, shame, and care. When feare propounds, with losse men euer choose, Nothing is left me, but my selfe, to lose.
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Vnder the next good, shaddow your deform'd excesse; Yet shall your masked arts, and hornes, your clouen feet expresse. Wherby your beauties be so priz'd among your owne; As they will blush for yours, by name, or nature to be knowne. Againe, take all the world, if it one soule content; Then freely let Mankinde beleeue you are omnipotent. But if your Legions here doe in their glories raue, Tormented while they liue on earth, and much more in the graue; If to be nothing be the best that could be fall; Your subtile Orbes, to reall beings, then must needs be thrall. And so proue to the good but like those showres of raine, Which, while they wet the husbandman, yet multiply his gaine. Celica! thou only child, whom I repent Not yet to haue begot! thy worke is vaine: Thou run'st against my Destinies intent. Feare not my fall; the steepe is fayrest plaine, And error safest guide vnto his end, Who nothing but mischance can haue to friend. We parents are but Natures nursery, When our succession springs then ripe to fall; Priuation vnto age is naturall. Age there is also in a Princes State, Which is contempt, growne of misgouernment; Where loue of change begetteth Princes hate: For hopes must wither, or grow violent, If fortune binde desires to one Estate. Then marke: Blinde, as a Man: Scorn'd, as a King: A Fathers kindnesse loath'd, and desolate: Life without ioy, or light: what can it bring, But inward horrour vnto outward hate? O safety! thou art then a hatefull thing, When childrens death assures the fathers State. No; Safe I am not, though my sonne were slaine, My frailty would beget such sonnes againe. Besides, if fatall be the heauens will, Repining adds more force to destinie, Whose iron wheeles stay not on fleshly wit, But headlong runne downe steep Necessity. And as in danger, we doe catch at it That comes to helpe; and vnaduisedly Oft doe our friends to our misfortune knit: So with the harme of those who would vs good, Is Destinie impossibly withstood. Celica then cease; importune me no more: My sonne, my age, the state where things are now Require my death. Who would consent to liue, Where loue cannot reuenge, nor truth forgiue? Though feare see nothing but extremity, Yet danger is no deep sea, but a Ford, Where they that yeeld can only drowned be. In wrongs, and wounds, Sir, you are to remisse. To Thrones a passiue nature fatall is. Occasion to my sonne hath turn'd her face; My inward wants all outward strengths betray; And so make that impossible I may. Yet liue: Liue for the State. Whose ruines glasses are, Wherin see errors of my selfe I must, And hold my life of danger, shame, and care. When feare propounds, with losse men euer choose, Nothing is left me, but my selfe, to lose.