Herbert, Mary Sidney / Garnier, RobertSidney Herbert, Mary · published 1595 · first performed or written 1590 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 498 words
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that thy waters wander wide, yearly breaking banks, and bounds. and that thy Sky-coloured brooks through a hundred people's pass, drawing plots for trees and grass with a thousand turns and crooks. whom all weary of their way thy throats which in wideness pass power into their mother Sea. Nought so happy hapless life in this world as freedom finds: nought wherein more sparks are rise to inflame courageous minds. but if force must us enforce needs a yoke to undergo, under foreign yoke to go Still it proves a bondage worse. and doubled subjection see we shall, and feel, and know subject to a stranger grown. From hence forward for a King, whose first being from this place should his breast by nature bring care of country to embrace, We at surly face must quake of some Roman madly bent: who our terror to augment. his proconsul's axe will shake. driving with our Kings from hence our established government, justice sword, and laws defence. Nothing worldly of such might but more mighty Destiny, by swift Times unbridled flight, makes in end his end to see. every thing Time overthrows, nought to end doth steadfast stay. his great scythe mows all away as the stalk of tender rose. only immortality of the heavens doth it oppose 'gainst his powerful Deity. One day there will come a day which shall quail they fortune's flower and thee ruined low shall lay in some barbarous PRINCE's power. when the pity-wanting fire shall, O Rome, thy beauties burn, and to humble ashes turn thy proud wealth and rich attire, those guilt roofs which turretwise, justly making envy mourn, threaten now to pierce Skies. As thy forces fill each land harvests making here and there, reaping all with ravening hand they find growing anywhere: from each land so to thy fall, multitudes repair shall make, from the common spoil to take what to each man's share may fall. fingered all thou shalt behold: no jot left for tokens sake that thou wert so great of old. Like unto the ancient Troy whence derived thy founders be, conquering foe shall thee enjoy, and a burning pray in thee. for within this turning ball this we see, and see each day: all things fixed ends do stay, ends to first beginnings fall. that nought, how strong or strange changeless doth endure alway, But endureth fatal change. Lucil. sole comfort of my bitter case, The only trust, the only hope I have, In last despair: Ah is not this the day That death should me of life and love bereave? What wait I for that have no refuge left, But am sole remnant of my fortune left? All leave me, fly me: none, Noah not of them Which of my greatness greatest good received, Stands with my fall: they seem as now ashamed That heretofore they did me ought regard: They draw them back, showing they followed me, Not to partake my harms, but cozen me.
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that thy waters wander wide, yerely breaking banks, and bounds. and that thy Skie-coullor'd brooks through a hundred peoples passe, drawing plots for trees and grasse with a thousand turn's and crookes. whome all weary of their way thy throats which in widenesse passe powre into their mother Sea. Nought so happie haplesse life in this world as freedome findes: nought wherin mor sparkes are rise to inflame couragious mindes. but if force must vs inforce needes a yoke to vndergo, vnder foraine yoke to go Still it proues a bondage worse. and doubled subiection see we shall, and feele, and know subiect to a stranger growne. From hence forward for a King, whose first being from this place should his brest by nature bring care of country to imbrace, We at surly face must quake of some Romaine madly bent: who our terrour to augment. his Proconsuls axe will shake. driuing with our Kings from hence our establish'd gouernment, iustice sword, and lawes defence. Nothing worldly of such might but more mighty Destiny, by swift Times vnbridled flight, makes in end his end to see. euery thing Time ouerthrowes, nought to end doth steadfast staie. his great sithe mowes all away as the stalke of tender rose. onely immortalitie of the heauens doth it oppose gainst his powrefull Deitie. One day there will come a day which shall quaile they fortunes flower and thee ruinde low shall laie in some barbarous Princes power. when the pittie-wanting fire shall, O Rome, thy beauties burne, and to humble ashes turne thy proud wealth and rich attire, those guilt roofes which turretwise, iustly making enuy mourne, threaten now to pearce Skies. As thy forces fill each land haruests making here and there, reaping all with rauening hand they find growing any where: from each land so to thy fall, multitudes repaire shall make, from the common spoile to take what to each mans shaire may fall. fingred all thou shalt behold: no iote left for tokens sake that thou wert so great of olde. Like vnto the ancient Troie whence deriu'd thy founders be, conqu'ring foe shall thee enioie, and a burning praie in thee. for within this turning ball this we see, and see each daie: all things fixed ends do staie, ends to first beginnings fall. & that nought, how strong or strāge chaungeles doth endure alwaie, But endureth fatall change. Lucil. sole comfort of my bitter case, The only trust, the only hope I haue, In last despaire: Ah is not this the daie That death should me of life and loue bereaue? What waite I for that haue no refuge left, But am sole remnant of my fortune left? All leaue me, flie me: none, noe not of them Which of my greatnes greatest good receiu'd, Stands with my fall: they seeme as now asham'd That heretofore they did me ought regard: They draw them backe, shewing they folow'd me, Not to partake my harm's, but coozen me.