Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
If it succeed? I wear thee here my Iolas— If it succeed? will night succeed the day? or hours one to another? is not his lust the Idol of his soul? and was not she the Idol of his lust? as safely he might have stolen the Diadem from off his head, and he would less have missed it. You now, my Lord, must raise his jealousy, teach it to look through the false optic fear, and make it see all double: Tell him the Prince would not have thus presumed, but that he does intent worse yet; and that his crown and life will be the next attempt. Right, and I will urge how dangerous 'tis unto the present state, To have the creatures, and the followers of the next Prince (whom all now strive to please) too near about him: What if the malcontents that use to come unto him were discovered? By no means; for 'twere in vain to give him discontent (which too must needs be done) if they within him gave't not nourishment. Well, I'll away first for the print's too big if we be seen together.— I have so fraught this Bark with hope, that it dares venture now in any storm, or weather; and if he sink or splits, all's one to me. Ambition seems all things, and yet is none, but in disguise stalks to opinion and fools it into faith, for every thing: 'Tis not with th'ascending to a Throne, As 'tis with stairs, and steps, that are the same; For to a Crown, each humour's a degree; and as men change, and differ, so must we. The name of virtue doth the people please, not for their love to virtue, but their case, and Parrot Rumour I that tale have taught. By making love I hold the woman's grace, 'tis the Court double key, and entrance gets to all the little plots; the fiery spirits my love to Arms hath drawn into my faction; all, but the minion of the Time, is mine, and he shall be, or shall not be at all. He that beholds a wing in pieces torn, and knows not that to heaven it once did bear the high-flowne and selfe-less'ning bird, will think and call them idle Subjects of the wind: when he that has the skill to imp and bind these in right places, will thus truth discover; That borrowed Instruments do oft convey the Soul to her proposed Intents, and where our Stars deny, Art may supply— Think you it is not then the little jealousies (my Lord) and fears, joy mixed with doubt, and doubt revived with hope that crowns all love with pleasure? these are lost when once we come to full fruition; like waking in the morning when all night on fancy has been fed with some new strange delight.
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If it succeed? I weare thee here my Iolas— If it succeed? will night succeed the day? or houres one to another? is not his lust the Idoll of his soule? and was not she the Idoll of his lust? as safely he might have stolne the Diadem from off his head, and he would lesse have mist it. You now, my Lord, must raise his jealousie, teach it to looke through the false opticke feare, and make it see all double: Tell him the Prince would not have thus presum'd, but that he does intend worse yet; and that his crowne and life will be the next attempt. Right, and I will urge how dangerous 'tis unto the present state, To have the creatures, and the followers of the next Prince (whom all now strive to please) too neere about him: What if the male-contents that use to come unto him were discovered? By no meanes; for 'twere in vaine to give him discontent (which too must needs be done) if they within him gave't not nourishment. Well, Ile away first for the print's too big if we be seene together.— I have so fraught this Barke with hope, that it dares venture now in any storme, or weather; and if hee sinke or splits, all's one to me. "Ambition seemes all things, and yet is none, "but in disguise stalkes to opinion "and fooles it into faith, for everie thing: 'Tis not with th'ascending to a Throne, As 'tis with staires, and steps, that are the same; For to a Crowne, each humor's a degree; and as men change, and differ, so must wee. The name of vertue doth the people please, not for their love to vertue, but their case, and Parrat Rumour I that tale have taught. By making love I hold the womans grace, 'tis the Court double key, and entrance gets to all the little plots; the fierie spirits my love to Armes hath drawne into my faction; , but the minion of the Time, is mine, and he shall be, or shall not be at all. He that beholds a wing in pieces torne, and knowes not that to heav'n it once did beare the high-flowne and selfe-less'ning bird, will think and call them idle Subjects of the winde: when he that has the skill to imp and binde these in right places, will thus truth discover; That borrowed Instruments doe oft convey the Soule to her propos'd Intents, and where our Stars deny, Art may supply— Thinke you it is not then the little jealousies (my Lord) and feares, joy mixt with doubt, and doubt reviv'd with hope that crownes all love with pleasure? these are lost when once wee come to full fruition; like waking in the morning when all night on sancie has beene fed with some new strange delight.