Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
But soft, this pleasing contemplation May make m' omit the time of action, Which now draws near; my plot is so contrived, That being pursued with resolution, It cannot want success; our best designs Are often crossed, when through a fond remorse We change our counsels: few have learned the skill To be or wholly good, or wholly ill. FOnd youth to hope, where no hope is, And to be brought to place thy trust On him, that makes deceit his bliss, And counts it folly to be just: Go wash an Aethiop white, and find Faith harboured in a slavish mind. Love wanting eyes, makes all men blind, That to his power submit their wills; No counsel can acceptance find, But such as their own lust fulfils. To be in love, and to be wise, Apollo to himself denies. When he that hath received harm, Requites it with pretended love, We must believe 'tis but a charm, Quick-eyed suspicion to remove. Some may do good for good, few will Be brought to render good for ill. Is it not strange to find a Trade? Will act what our Revenge devices? To see such formal bargains made To kill, or wound at several prizes? At which those public States connive That do by private faction thrive. But though some do commit these crimes, Yet let not us believe we may, Only cry out against the times, And be ourselves as bad as they: But let our virtuous deeds prevent Both theirs, and our own punishment. ALthough my father hath resolved all doubts▪ My reason could object; yet still I feel A chilling vapour hover in my breast, Which many times breaks forth in sudden sighs, For which I can assign no other cause Than that the world cannot afford a joy unmixed with real or supposed sorrow; Hence is it that most Brides are found to weep, Yet know not why upon their wedding day. Such follies are too common, I confess, But should I have the happiness to see Young Hymen in his yellow socks my guest, I'd entertain him with no other tears Than such as from pressed grapes in Autumn flow, Wherewith his drowsy head and withered garland I would bedew; till to his twinkling eyes Each taper should present a double light, While waggish Boys should with their wanton Songs: Prepare our thoughts to our ensuing pleasures. Fie, fie, Nugolla, no lasciviousness Can ere become solemnities, that must Create us Matrons; there is cause to fear Their chastity, that unchaste songs can hear. It is a shame to lend our ears to that We are allowed to do? Yes many things Are lawful, and yet shameful to be done Or spoken publicly. A woman may Be free in outward Gesture, yet preserve An inward chastity; and I know many Both rich and Noble Ladies so disposed. 'tis not the glittering canopy of greatness, But th'humble veil of modesty must guard A woman's fame; which being once thrown off Leaves her exposed to every bold assault. But when she's found impregnable, 'twi'll stop Their vain attempts.
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But ſoft, this pleaſing contemplation May make m' omit the time of action, Which now drawes neere; my plot is ſo contriv'd, That being purſu'd with reſolution, It cannot want ſucceſſe; our beſt deſignes Are often croſt, when through a fond remorſe We change our counſels: few have learn'd the skill To be or wholly good, or wholly ill. FOnd youth to hope, where no hope is, And to be brought to place thy truſt On him, that makes deceit his bliſſe, And counts it folly to be juſt: Goe waſh an Ethiop white, and finde Faith harbour'd in a ſlaviſh minde. Love wanting eyes, makes all men blinde, That to his power ſubmit their wils; No counſell can acceptance finde, But ſuch as their owne luſt fulfils. To be in love, and to be wiſe, Apollo to himſelfe denyes. When he that hath received harme, Requites it with pretended love, We muſt beleeve 'tis but a charme, Quick-ey'd ſuſpition to remove. Some may doe good for good, few will Be brought to render good for ill. Is it not ſtrange to finde a Trade? Will act what our Revenge deviſes? To ſee ſuch formall bargaines made To kill, or wound at ſeverall priſes? At which thoſe publique States connive That doe by private faction thrive. But though ſome do commit theſe crimes, Yet let not us beleeve we may, Only cry out againſt the times, And be our ſelves as bad as they: But let our virtuous deedes prevent Both theirs, and our owne puniſhment. ALthough my father hath reſolv'd all doubts▪ My reaſon could obiect; yet ſtill I feele A chilling vapor hover in my breſt, Which many times breakes forth in ſuddaine ſighes, For which I can aſſigne no other cauſe Than that the world cannot affoord a Ioy Vnmixt with reall or ſuppoſed ſorrow; Hence is it that moſt Brides are found to weepe, Yet know not why upon their wedding day. Such follies are too common, I confeſſe, But ſhould I have the happines to ſee Young Hymen in his yellow ſocks my gueſt, I'de entertaine him with no other teares Than ſuch as from preſt grapes in Autumne flowe, Werewith his drowſy head and wither'd garland I would bedewe; till to his twinkling eyes Each tapour ſhould preſent a double light, While waggiſh Boyes ſhould with their wanton Songs: Prepare our thoughts to our inſuing pleaſures. Fie, fie, Nugolla, no laciviouſnes Can ere become ſolemnities, that muſt Create us Matrons; there is cauſe to feare Their chaſtity, that unchafte ſongs can heare. It is a ſhame to lend our eares to that We are alow'd to do? Yes many things Are lawfull, and yet ſhamefull to be don Or ſpoken publikely. A woman may Be free in outward Geſture, yet preſerve An inward chaſtity; and I know many Both rich and Noble Ladies ſo diſpos'd. T'is not the glittering canopie of greatnes, But th'humble vaile of modeſty muſt guard A womans fame; which being once throwne off Leaves her expos'd to every bould aſſault. But when ſhe's found impregnable, twi'll ſtop Their vaine attempts.