Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Like Captives lived eternally enchained. But Rome (alas) what helps it that thou tiedst The former World to thee in vassalage? What helps thee now t'have tamed both land and Sea? What helps it thee that under thy control, The Morn and Midday both by East and West, And that the golden Sun where ere he drive His glittering Chariot, finds our Ensigns spread? Sith it contents not thy posterity; But as a bait for pride (which spoils us all,) embarks us in so perilous a way, As menaceth our death, and thy decay. For Rome thou now resemblest a Ship, At random wandering in a boisterous Sea, When foaming billows feel the Northern blasts: Thou toil'st in peril, and the windy storm, Doth topsy-turvy toss thee as thou flotest. Thy Mast is shivered, and thy mainsail torn, Thy sides sore beaten, and thy hatches broke. Thou want'st thy tackling, and a Ship unrigged Can make no shift to combat with the Sea. See how the Rocks do heave their heads at thee, Which if thou shouldst but touch, thou straight becomest A spoil to Neptune, and a sportful pray Toth' glaucs and Trytons, pleased with thy decay. Thou vauntest not of thine Ancestors in vain, But vainly countest thine own victorious deeds. What helpeth us the things that they did then, Now we are hated both of Gods and men? " Hatred accompanies prosperity, For one man grieveth at another's good, " And so much more we think our misery, The more that Fortune hath with others stood: " So that we filled are seen as wisdom would, To bridle time with reason as we should. " For we are proud when Fortune favours us, As if inconstant Chance were always one, " Or standing now, she would continue thus. O fools look back and see the rolling stone, " Whereon she blindly lighting sets her foot, And slightly sows that seldom taketh root. Heaven heretofore (inclined to do us good,) Did favour us, with conquering our foes, When jealous Italie (exasperate, With our uprising) sought our Cities fall. But we, soon tickled with such flattering hopes, Waged further war with an insatiate heart, And tired our neighbour Countries so with charge, As with their loss, we did our bounds enlarge. Carthage and Sicily we have subdued, And almost yoked all the world beside: And solely through desire of public rule, Rome and the earth are waxen all as one: Yet now we live despoiled and robbed by one, Of th'ancient freedom wherein we were borne. And even that yoke that wont to tame all others, Is heavily returned upon ourselves. " A note of Chance that may the proud control, And show God's wrath against a cruel soul. " For heaven delights not in us, when we do That to another, which ourselves disdain: " judge others as thou wouldst be judged again.
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Like Captiues lyu'd eternally enchaynd. But Rome (alas) what helps it that thou ty'dst The former World to thee in vassalage? What helps thee now t'haue tam'd both land and Sea? What helps it thee that vnder thy controll, The Morne and Mid-day both by East and West, And that the golden Sunne where ere he driue His glittring Chariot, findes our Ensignes spred? Sith it contents not thy posteritie; But as a bayte for pride (which spoiles vs all,) Embarques vs in so perilous a way, As menaceth our death, and thy decay. For Rome thou now resemblest a Ship, At random wandring in a boistrous Sea, When foming billowes feele the Northern blasts: Thou toyl'st in perrill, and the windie storme, Doth topside-turuey tosse thee as thou flotest. Thy Mast is shyuer'd, and thy maine-saile torne, Thy sides sore beaten, and thy hatches broke. Thou want'st thy tackling, and a Ship vnrig'd Can make no shift to combat with the Sea. See how the Rocks do heaue their heads at thee, Which if thou sholdst but touch, thou straight becomst A spoyle to Neptune, and a sportfull praie Toth' Glauc's and Trytons, pleasd with thy decay. Thou vaunt'st not of thine Auncestors in vaine, But vainely count'st thine owne victorious deeds. What helpeth vs the things that they did then, Now we are hated both of Gods and men? "Hatred accompanies prosperitie, "For one man grieueth at anothers good, "And so much more we thinke our miserie, "The more that Fortune hath with others stood: "So that we fild are seene as wisedom would, "To brydle time with reason as we should. "For we are proude when Fortune fauours vs, "As if inconstant Chaunce were alwaies one, "Or standing now, she would continue thus. "O fooles looke back and see the roling stone, "Whereon she blindly lighting sets her foote, "And slightly sowes that sildom taketh roote. Heauen heretofore (enclinde to do vs good,) Did fauour vs, with conquering our foes, When iealous Italie (exasperate, With our vp-rising) sought our Citties fall. But we, soone tickled with such flattring hopes, Wag'd further warre with an insatiate hart, And tyerd our neighbour Countries so with charge, As with their losse, we did our bounds enlarge. Carthage and Sicily we haue subdude, And almost yoked all the world beside: And soly through desire of publique rule, Rome and the earth are waxen all as one: Yet now we liue despoild and robd by one, Of th'ancient freedom wherein we were borne. And euen that yoke that wont to tame all others, Is heauily return'd vpon our selues. "A note of Chaunce that may the proude controle, "And shew Gods wrath against a cruell soule. "For heauen delights not in vs, when we doe "That to another, which our selues dysdaine: "Iudge others as thou wouldst be iudg'd againe.