Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
If all the world were in the like distress, My sorrow yet would never seem the less. " O, but men bear misfortunes with more ease, The more indifferently that they fall, " And nothing more (in uproars) men can please, Then when they see their woes not worst of all. " Our friends misfortune doth increase our own. " But ours of others will not be acknown. " Yet one man's sorrow will another touch. " I when himself will entertain none such. " Another's tears, draw tears fro forth our eyes. " And choice of streams the greatest River dries. When sand within a Whirlpool lies unwet, My tears shall dry, and I my grief forget. What boot your tears, or what avails your sorrow Against th'inevitable dart of Death? Think you to move with lamentable plaints Persephone, or Pluto's ghastly spirits, To make him live that's locked in his tomb, And wandereth in the Centre of the earth? " No, no, Cornelia, Charon takes not pain, To ferry those that must be fetched again. Proserpina indeed neglects my plaints, And hell itself is deaf to my laments; Unprofitably should I waste my tears, If over Pompey I should weep to death; With hope to have him be revived by them. Weeping avails not, therefore do I weep. Great losses, greatly are to be deplored, The loss is great that cannot be restored. " Nought is immortal underneath the Sun, All things are subject to Death's tyranny: " Both Clowns & Kings one selfsame course must run, And whatsoever lives, is sure to die. Then wherefore mourn you for your husband's death Sith being a man, he was ordained to die? Sith Ioues owns sons, retaining human shape, No more than wretched we their death could scape. Brave Scipio, your famous ancestor, That Rome's high worth to Afrique did extend; And those two Scipios (that in person fought, Before the fearful Carthaginian walls,) Both brothers, and both wars fierce lightning fierce; Are they not dead? Yes, and their death (our dearth) Hath hid them both embowelled in the earth. And those great Cities, whose foundations reached From deepest hell, and with their tops touched heaven: Whose lofty Towers, (like thorny-pointed spears) Whose Temples, Palaces, and walls embossed, In power and force, and fierceness, seemed to threat The tired world, that trembled with their weight; In one days space (to our eternal moans) Have we not seen them turned to heaps of stones? Carthage can witness, and thou heavens handwork Fair Ilium, razed by the conquering Greeks; Whose ancient beauty, worth and weapons, seemed Sufficient t'have tamed the Myrmidons. " But whatsoever hath been begun, must end. Death (haply that our willingness doth see) " With brandished dart, doth make the passage free; And timeless doth our souls to Pluto send.
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If all the world were in the like distresse, My sorrow yet would neuer seeme the lesse. "O, but men beare mis-fortunes with more ease, "The more indifferently that they fall, "And nothing more (in vprores) men can please, "Then when they see their woes not worst of all. "Our friendes mis-fortune dooth increase our owne. "But ours of others will not be acknowne. "Yet one mans sorrow will another tutch. "I when himselfe will entertaine none such. "Anothers teares, draw teares fro forth our eyes. "And choyce of streames the greatest Riuer dryes. VVhen sand within a VVhirle-poole lyes vnwet, My teares shall dry, and I my griefe forget. What boote your teares, or what auailes your sorrow Against th'ineuitable dart of Death? Thinke you to moue with lamentable plaints Persiphone, or Plutos gastlie spirits, To make him liue that's locked in his tombe, And wandreth in the Center of the earth? "No, no, Cornelia, Caron takes not paine, "To ferry those that must be fetcht againe. Proserpina indeed neglects my plaints, And hell it selfe is deafe to my laments; Vnprofitably should I waste my teares, If ouer Pompey I should weepe to death; With hope to haue him be reuiu'd by them. Weeping auailes not, therefore doe I weepe. Great losses, greatly are to be depror'd, The losse is great that cannot be restor'd. "Nought is immortall vnderneath the Sunne, "All things are subiect to Deaths tiranny: "Both Clownes & Kings one selfe-same course must run, "And what-soeuer liues, is sure to die. Then wherefore mourne you for your husbands death Sith being a man, he was ordain'd to die? Sith Ioues ownes sonnes, retaining humane shape, No more then wretched we their death could scape. Braue Scipio, your famous auncestor, That Romes high worth to Affrique did extend; And those two Scipios (that in person fought, Before the fearefull Carthagenian walls,) Both brothers, and both warrs fierce lightning fiers; Are they not dead? Yes, and their death (our dearth) Hath hid them both embowel'd in the earth. And those great Citties, whose foundations reacht From deepest hell, and with their tops tucht heauen: Whose loftie Towers, (like thorny-pointed speares) Whose Temples, Pallaces, and walls embost, In power and force, and fiercenes, seem'd to threat The tyred world, that trembled with their waight; In one daies space (to our eternall mones) Haue we not seene them turn'd to heapes of stones? Carthage can witnes, and thou heauens hand-work Faire Ilium, razed by the conquering Greekes; Whose auncient beautie, worth and weapons, seem'd Sufficient t'haue tam'd the Mermidons. "But whatso'ere hath been begun, must end. "Death (haply that our willingnes doth see) "With brandisht dart, doth make the passage free; "And timeles doth our soules to Pluto send.