Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
Now shall we know: Behold! I see one come, Whose looks bring woe, and horrour from that Tombe. Distract, confus'd, are all my inward spirits: Griefe would complaine, yet dares not speake for feare. Horrour the place of wonder disinherits. Caines next of kinne so willingly to die, For pompe, and honor to his funerall; The flesh to couet that which flesh doth fly; This wonder went I to the Pile to see: As costly glories of the vanity. In stead of these; I saw the veyles of Power, Practise, and pompe, specious hypocrisie, Rent from her face, euen while she did deuoure. I saw those glorious stiles of Gouernment, God, Lawes, Religion (wherein Tyrants hide The wrongs they doe, and all the woes we bide) Wounded, prophan'd, destroy'd. Power is vnwise, That thinkes in pompe to maske her Tyrannies. Looke where he stands! a Monster growne within, Still thirsty, and yet full with Parents blood: Both man, and Tyrant dearly vnderstood. Hath meeke deuotion finished her worke? Tell what their manner was; and how they died; That to the dead would thus be crucified. The fire, though mercilesse, yet sometimes iust, Hath done his part; deuoured, but refin'd; Perform'd thy will, and yet deceiu'd thy trust. Speake plaine: What threatning mysteries be these? Echos they be of murmurs, which possesse The hearts of men against Powers wickednesse. The first which burnt, as Caine his next of kinne, In blood your Brother, and your Prince in State, Drew wonder from mens hearts brought horror in. This innocent, this soule too-meeke for sinne, Yet made for others to doe harme withall, With his selfe-pitty teares, drew teares from vs; His blood, compassion had; his wrong, stirr'd hate: Deceipt is odious in a Kings Estate. Repiningly he goes vnto his end: Strange Visions rise; strange Furies haunt the flame; People crie out; Echo repeats his name. These words he spake, euen breathing out his breath: " Vnhappy weaknesse! neuer innocent! If in a Crowne, yet but an instrument. " People! obserue; this fact may make you see: Excesse hath ruin'd what it selfe did build: But ah! the more opprest, the more you yeeld. The next was he, whose age had reuerence; His gesture something more than priuatenesse; Guided by one, whose stately grace did moue Compassion, euen in hearts that could not loue. As soone as these approched neare the flame, The winde, the steame, or furies, rays'd their vayles; And in their lookes this image did appeare: Each, vnto other; life, to neither deare. These words he spake:" Behold one that hath lost " Himselfe within; and so the world without; A King that brings authority in doubt: " This is the fruit of Powers misgouernment. People! my fall is iust; yet strange your fate, " That, vnder worst, will hope for better State. Griefe roares alowd. Your Sister yet remain'd, Helping in death to him in whom she died, Then going to her owne, as if she gain'd, These mild words spake with lookes to heauen bent:
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Now shall we know: Behold! I see one come, Whose looks bring woe, and horrour from that Tombe. Distract, confus'd, are all my inward spirits: Griefe would complaine, yet dares not speake for feare. Horrour the place of wonder disinherits. Caines next of kinne so willingly to die, For pompe, and honor to his funerall; The flesh to couet that which flesh doth fly; This wonder went I to the Pile to see: As costly glories of the vanity. In stead of these; I saw the veyles of Power, Practise, and pompe, specious hypocrisie, Rent from her face, euen while she did deuoure. I saw those glorious stiles of Gouernment, God, Lawes, Religion (wherein Tyrants hide The wrongs they doe, and all the woes we bide) Wounded, prophan'd, destroy'd. Power is vnwise, That thinkes in pompe to maske her Tyrannies. Looke where he stands! a Monster growne within, Still thirsty, and yet full with Parents blood: Both man, and Tyrant dearly vnderstood. Hath meeke deuotion finished her worke? Tell what their manner was; and how they died; That to the dead would thus be crucified. The fire, though mercilesse, yet sometimes iust, Hath done his part; deuoured, but refin'd; Perform'd thy will, and yet deceiu'd thy trust. Speake plaine: What threatning mysteries be these? Echos they be of murmurs, which possesse The hearts of men against Powers wickednesse. The first which burnt, as Caine his next of kinne, In blood your Brother, and your Prince in State, Drew wonder from mens hearts brought horror in. This innocent, this soule too-meeke for sinne, Yet made for others to doe harme withall, With his selfe-pitty teares, drew teares from vs; His blood, compassion had; his wrong, stirr'd hate: Deceipt is odious in a Kings Estate. Repiningly he goes vnto his end: Strange Visions rise; strange Furies haunt the flame; People crie out; Echo repeats his name. These words he spake, euen breathing out his breath: " Vnhappy weaknesse! neuer innocent! " If in a Crowne, yet but an instrument. " People! obserue; this fact may make you see: " Excesse hath ruin'd what it selfe did build: " But ah! the more opprest, the more you yeeld. The next was he, whose age had reuerence; His gesture something more than priuatenesse; Guided by one, whose stately grace did moue Compassion, euen in hearts that could not loue. As soone as these approched neare the flame, The winde, the steame, or furies, rays'd their vayles; And in their lookes this image did appeare: Each, vnto other; life, to neither deare. These words he spake: " Behold one that hath lost " Himselfe within; and so the world without; " A King that brings authority in doubt: " This is the fruit of Powers misgouernment. " People! my fall is iust; yet strange your fate, " That, vnder worst, will hope for better State. Griefe roares alowd. Your Sister yet remain'd, Helping in death to him in whom she died, Then going to her owne, as if she gain'd, These mild words spake with lookes to heauen bent: