Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
" FOrtune in power imperious, Used o'er the world and worldlings thus " to tyrannize, When she hath heaped her gifts on us, " away she flies. Her feet more swift than is the wind, " Are more inconstant in their kind than Autumn blasts, " A woman's shape, a woman's mind, that seldom lasts. " One while she bends her angry brow, And of no labour will allow. " Another while, She fleers again, I know not how, " still to beguile. Fickle in our adversities, " And fickle when our fortunes rise, she scoffs at us: " That (blind herself) can blear our eyes, to trust her thus. " The Sun that lends the earth his light, Beheld her never over night " lie calmly down, But in the morrow following, might " perceive her frown. She hath not only power and will, " T'abuse the vulgar wanting skill, but when she list, " To Kings and Clowns doth equal ill. without resist. " Mischance that every man abhors, And cares for crowned Emperors " she doth reserve, As for the poorest labourers " that work or starve. The Merchant that for private gain, " Doth send his Ships to pass the main, upon the shore, " In hope he shall his wish obtain, doth thee adore. " Upon the sea, or on the Land, Where health or wealth, or vines do stand, " thou canst do much, And often helpest the helps hand, " thy power is such. And many times (disposed to jest) " 'gainst one whose power and cause is best, (thy power to try,) " To him that ne'er put spear in rest giv'st victory. " For so the Lybian Monarchy, That with Ausonian blood did die " our warlike field, To one that ne'er got victory, " was urged to yield. So noble Marius, Arpin's friend, " That did the Latin state defend from Cymbrian rage, " Did prove thy fury in the end which nought could suage. " And Pompey whose days haply led, So long thou seemedst t'have favoured, " in vain 'tis said When the Pharsalian field be led " implored thine aid. Now Caesar swollen with honours heat, " Sits signiorizing in her seat, and will not see, " That Fortune can her hopes defeat whate'er they be. " From chance is nothing franchized. And till the time that they are dead, " is no man blessed. He only that no death doth dread, " doth live at rest. ACcursed Rome, that armest against thyself A tyrant's rage, and mak'st a wretch thy King. For one man's pleasure (O injurious Rome,) Thy children 'gainst thy children thou hast armed; And thinkst not of the rivers of their blood, That erst was shed to save thy liberty, Because thou ever hatedst Monarchy. Now o'er our bodies (tumbled up on heaps, Like cocks of Hay when Iuly shears the field) Thou buildest thy kingdom, and thou seat'st thy King. And to be servile, (which torments me most,)
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"FOrtune in powre imperious, "Vs'd ore the world and worldlings thus "to tirannize, "VVhen shee hath heap't her gifts on vs, "away shee flies. "Her feete more swift then is the winde, "Are more inconstant in their kinde "then Autumne blasts, "A womans shape, a womans minde, "that sildom lasts. "One while shee bends her angry browe, "And of no labour will allow. "Another while, "She fleres againe, I know not how, "still to beguile. "Fickle in our aduersities, "And fickle when our fortunes rise, "shee scoffs at vs: "That (blynd herselfe) can bleare our eyes, "to trust her thus. "The Sunne that lends the earth his light, "Behelde her neuer ouer night "lye calmely downe, "But in the morrow following, might "perceiue her frowne. "Shee hath not onely power and will, "T'abuse the vulgar wanting skill, "but when shee list, "To Kings and Clownes doth equall ill. "without resist. "Mischaunce that euery man abhors, "And cares for crowned Emperors "shee doth reserue, "As for the poorest labourers "that worke or starue. "The Merchant that for priuate gaine, "Doth send his Ships to passe the maine, "vpon the shore, "In hope he shall his wish obtaine, "doth thee adore. "Vpon the sea, or on the Land, "VVhere health or wealth, or vines doe stand, "thou canst doe much, "And often helpst the helpes hande, "thy power is such. "And many times (dispos'd to iest) "Gainst one whose power and cause is best, "(thy power to try,) "To him that n'ere put speare in rest "giu'st victory. "For so the Lybian Monarchy, "That with Ausonian blood did die "our warlike field, "To one that n'ere got victorie, "was vrg'd to yeelde. "So noble Marius, Arpins friend, "That dyd the Latin state defend "from Cymbrian rage, "Did proue thy furie in the end "which nought could swage. "And Pompey whose dayes haply led, "So long thou seem'dst t'haue fauoured, "in vaine t'is sayd "VVhen the Pharsalian field be led "implor'd thine ayde. "Now Caesar swolne with honors heate, "Sits signiorizing in her seate, "and will not see, "That Fortune can her hopes defeate "what e're they be. "From chaunce is nothing franchized. "And till the time that they are dead, "is no man blest. "He onely that no death doth dread, "doth liue at rest. ACcursed Rome, that arm'st against thy selfe A Tyrants rage, and mak'st a wretch thy King. For one mans pleasure (O iniurious Rome,) Thy chyldren gainst thy children thou hast arm'd; And thinkst not of the riuers of theyr bloode, That earst was shed to saue thy libertie, Because thou euer hatedst Monarchie. Now o're our bodies (tumbled vp on heapes, Lyke cocks of Hay when Iuly sheares the field) Thou buildst thy kingdom, and thou seat'st thy King. And to be seruile, (which torments me most,)