Tancred and Gismund (Gismond of Salerne) · chunk 4 of 29
Wilmot, Robert / Hatton, Christopher / Noel, HenryAl., G.Stafford, Roderick · published 1591 · first performed or written 1567 [1567-1568; revised 1591] (Annals) tragedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 492 words
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And so continues poor and desolate. Who can forget a Jewel of such price? She that hath learned to master her desires. " Let reason work that time doth easily frame In meanest wits: to bear the greatest ills. So plenteous are the springs Of sorrows that increase my passions, As neither reason can recure my smart, Nor can your care, nor fatherly comfort Appease the stormy combats of my thoughts, Such is the sweet remembrance of his life. Then give me leave, of pity pity me, And as I can I shall allay these griefs. These solitary walks thou doest frequent, Yield fresh occasions to thy secret moans: We will therefore thou keep us company, Leaving thy maidens with their harmony. Wend thou with us, virgins withdraw yourselves. The divers haps which always work our care, Our joys so far, our woes so near at hand, Have long ere this, and daily do declare The fickle foot on which our state doth stand. " Who plants his pleasures here to gather root, And hopes his happy life will still endure, " Let him behold how death with stealing foot Steps in, when he shall think his joys most sure. " No ransom serveth to redeem our days. If prows could preserve, or worthy deeds, He had yet lived whose twelve labours displays His endless fame, and yet his honour spreads. And that great king that with so small a power Bereft the mighty Persian his crown: Doth witness well our life is but a flower, Though it be decked with honour and renown. " What grows today in favour of the heaven, Nursed with the sun, and with the showers sweet, " Plucked with the hand it withereth ere even. So pass our days even as the rivers fleet. The valiant Greeks that unto Troya gave The ten years siege, left but their names behind. And he that did so long and only save His father's walls, found there at last his end. Proud Rome herself, that whilom laid her yoke On the wide world, and vanquished all with war, Yet could she not remove the fatal stroke Of death, from them that stretched her power so far. Look what the cruel sisters once decreed The thunderer himself cannot remove: They are the Ladies of our destiny, To work beneath, what is conspired above, But happy he that ends this mortal life, By speedy death, who is not forced to see, The many cares, nor feel the sundry griefs Which we sustain, in woe and misery. Here Fortune rules, who when she list to play, Whirleth her wheel, and brings the high full low, To morrow takes, what she hath given to day, To show she can advance, and over throw. Not Euripus unquiet flood so oft Ebbs in a day, and floweth too and fro, As Fortune's change, plucks down that was aloft, And mingleth ioy, with enterchange of w.
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And so continues poore and desolate. Who ca forget a well of such price? She that hath learnd to master her desires. "Let reason worke that time doth easilie srame "In meanest wittes: to beare the greatest illes. So plenteous are the springs Of sorrowes that increase my passions, As neither reason can recure my smart, Nor can your care, nor fatherly comfort Appease the stormie combats of my thoughts, Such is the sweet remembrance of his life. Then geue me leaue, of pittie pittie me, And as I can I shall allay these greefes. These solitarie walkes thou dost frequent, Yeeld fresh occasions to thy secrete mones: We wil therefore thou keep vs companie, Leauing thy maidens with their harmonie. Wend thou with vs, virgins withdraw your selues. The diuers haps which alwayes worke our care, Our ioyes so farre, our woes so neere at hand, Haue long ere this, and dayly doe declare The fickle foot on which our state doeth stand. "Who plants his pleasures here to gather roote, "And hopes his happy life wil still endure, "Let him behold how death with stealing foote "Steps in, when he shall thinke his ioyes most sur. "No ransome serueth to redeem our daies. If prowes could preserue, or worthy deedes, He had yet liu'd whose twelue labours displayes His enddlesse fame, and yet his honor spreades. And that gret king that with so small a power Bereft the might ie Persian his crowne: Doeth witnesse well our life is but a flower, Though it be deckt with honor and renowme. "What growes to day in fauor of the heauen, "Nurst with the sun, and with the showers sweete, "Pluekt with the hand it withereth ere euen. "So passe our daies euen as the riuers fleete. The valiant Greekes that vnto Troya gaue The tenne yeeres siege, left but their names behind. And he that did so long and onelie saue His fathers walles, found there at last his end. Proud Rome herselfe, that whilome laid her yoke On the wide world, and vanquisht all with warre, Yet could she not remoue the fatall stroke Of death, from them that stretcht her power so farre. Looke what the cruell sisters once decreed The thunderer himselfe cannot remoue: They are the Ladies of our destinie, To worke beneath, what is conspirde aboue, But happie he that ends this mortall life, By speedie death, who is not forst to see, The many cares, nor feele the sundrie griefes Which we sustaine, in wo and miserie. Heere Fortune rules, who when she list to play, Whirleth her wheele, and brings the high full low, To morow takes, what she hath giuen to daie, To shew she can aduance, and ouer throw. Not Euripus vnquiet floud so oft Ebs in a daie, and floweth too and fro, As Fortunes change, pluckes downe that was alot, And mingleth ioy, with enterchange of w.