Hippolytus (Seneca's Fourth Tragedy) · chunk 11 of 30
Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1567 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Be blithe my Boy, why Widow like liest thou alone by night? Shake of thy solemn sadness man that hearty youth doth spill: Huff, roist it out courageously, take bridle at thy will Let not the flower of blooming years all fruitless fade away. God poynteth euery tyme his taske, and leades in dus aray Each age by order lust, as mirth the sappy youthful years, A forehead frayed with gravity becometh hoary hairs. Why dust thou bridle thus thyself, and dulls thy pregnant wit? The corn that did but lately sprout above the ground, if it Be rank of root, yet in the lusk, with interest at large Unto the hoping husbandman shall travel all discharge. With branched bough above the Wood the tree shall raise his top, Whom rusty hand of cankered hate, did never spill nor lop. The pregnant wits are evermore more prone to purchase praise, If noble hearts by freedom franked be nourished from decays. Thou churlish country Clown Hodgelike not knowing Courtly life, Delight in drowsy doting youth without a loving wife. Dost thou suppose that to this end Dame Nature did us frame, To suffer hardness in this world and to abide the same? With courses and kerereyes fet the prancing Steeds to tame? Or bicker else with battles fierce, and broils of bloody war? That sovereign Sire of heaven and earth, when fates do us deter, With signs and plagues prognosticate provided hath with heed, For to repair the damage done with new begotten seed. Go to, let bedding in the world be used once no more (That still mankind from age to age upholds and doth restore) The filthy world deformed would lie in irksome ugly stay, No floating ships on wambling Seas should hoisted sails display. No Foul should skoare in azure Sky, ne Beast to woods repair, And only whisking winds should whirl amid the empty air. What divers dreary deaths drive one mankind to dampish grave? The Seas, the sword and traitorous trains whole countries wasted have: Yet for to limit forth our league there is no destiny think, So down to blackfast Stygian damps we of ourselves do sink. Let youth that never felt the joys, in Venus' lap which lie, Allow the solitary life, whatever thou espy, An hut liburly shall become for term of one man's life. And work it one destruction by mutual hate and strife. Now therefore follow nature's course, of life the sovereign guide, Resort unto the town: with men delight thee to abide. No life is more devoid of sin, and free from grievous thralls, And keeping fashions old, then that which leaving Townish walls, Doth take delight in pleasant Woods, he is not set on fire, Enraged sore with burning bile of covetous desire. Who hath addict himself among the mountains wild to live, Not pricked with prattling people's bruit, no credit doth he give. toth' Vulgar sort disloyal still, unto the better part Nor cankered rancour pale doth gnaw his black and fretting heart. Nor fickle favour forceth he, he bound doth not obey
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Be blyth my Boy, why Widow like lieſt thou alone by night? Shake of thy ſollem ſadneſſe man that hrty youth doth ſpill: Huff, royſt it out couragiouſly, take bridle at thy will Let not the flowre of plooming yeares all frutles fade away. God poynteth euery tyme his taſke, and leades in dus aray Each age by order luſt, as mirth the ſappy youthfull yeares, A forehed frayte with grauity becommeth hoary hayres. Why duſt thou bridle thus thy ſelfe, and dulles thy pregnant wit? The corne that did but lately ſproute aboue the ground, if it Be rancke of roote, yet in the luſke, with entereſt at large Vnto the hoping huſbandman ſhall trauel all diſcharge. With braunched bough aboue the Wood the tree ſhall raiſe his top, Whom ruſty hand of canckred hate, did neuer ſpill nor lop. The pregnant Wittes are euermore more prone to purchaſe prayſe, If noble heartes by freedome franckt be nouriſht from decayes. Thou churliſh countrey Clowne Hodgelike not knowing Courtly life, Delight in drouſy doting youth without a louing wyfe. Doſt thou ſuppoſe that to this end Dame Nature id vs frame, To ſuffer hardnes in this world and to abyde the ſame? With courſes and kerereyes fet the prauncing Steedes to tame? Or bicker els with battails fierce, and broyls of bloudy warre? That ſoueraygne Syre of heauen and earth, when fates do vs detarre, With ſignes and plagues prognoſticate prouided hath with heede, For to repayre the damage done with new begotten ſeede. Go to, let bedding in the world be vſed once no more (That ſtil mankind from age to age vpholdes and doth reſtore) The filthy world deformd would lie in yrkſome vgly ſtay, No floing ſhips on wambling Seas ſhould hoyſted Sayles diſplay. No Foule ſhould ſkoare in azur Skie, ne Beaſt to woods repayre, And onely whiſking windes ſhould whirle amid the empty ayre. What diuers dreery deathes driue one mankind to dumpiſh graue? The Seas, the ſword and trayterous traynes whole countries waſted have: Yet for to limit forth our league there is no deſtny thincke, So downe to blackefaſt Stigian dampes we of our ſelues do ſincke. Let youth that neuer felt the ioyes, in Venus lap which lie, Alow the ſolitary life, what euer thou eſpye, An hut liburly ſhall become for tearme of one mans life. And worke it one deſtruction by mutuall hate and ſtrife. Now therfore follow natures courſe, of life the ſoueraygne guyde, Reſort vnto the towne: with men delight thee to abyde. No life is more deuoyd of ſinne, and free from grieuous thralles, And keeping faſhions old, then that which leauing Towniſh walles, Doth take delight in pleaſant Woods, he is not ſet on fyre, Enraged ſore with burning Byle of couetous deſyre. Who hath addict himſelfe among the mountaynes wilde to liue, Not prickt with pratling peoples bruite, no credit doth he geue. Toth Vulgar ſort diſloyall ſtill, vnto the better part Nor cankred rancour pale doth gnaw his blacke and fretting hart. Nor fickle fauour forceth he, he bound doth not obay