Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
" Repay good with ingratitude, Hardly then they them reward: " That to free them fro the hands Of a Tyrant, near regard " In what plight their person stands. For high Ioue that guideth all, " When he lets his just wrath fall, To revenge proud Diadems, " With huge cares doth cross Kings lives, Raising treasons in their Realms, " By their children, friends or wives. Therefore he whom all men fear, " Feareth all men everywhere. Fear that doth engender hate, (Hate enforcing them thereto) Maketh many undertake, " Many things they would not do. O how many mighty Kings " Live in fear of petty things. For when Kings have sought by wars, " Stranger Towns to have o'erthrown, They have caught deserved scars, " Seeking that was not their own. For no Tyrant commonly, " Living ill, can kindly die. But either traitorously surprised " Doth coward poison quail their breath, Or their people have devised, " Or their guard to seek their death. He only lives most happily, " That free and far from majesty, Can live content, although unknown: " He fearing none, none fearing him. Meddling with nothing but his own, " While gazing eyes at crowns grow dim. O Rome that with thy pride dost over-pear, The worthiest Cities of the conquered world. Whose honour got by famous victories, Hath filled heavens fiery vaults with frightful horror. O lofty towers, O stately battlements, O glorious temples, O proud Palaces, And you brave walls, bright heavens masonry, Graced with a thousand kingly diadems. Are ye not stirred with a strange delight, To see your Caesars matchless victories? And how your Empire and your praise begins Through fame, which he of stranger Nations wins? O beauteous Tiber, with thine easy streams, That glide as smoothly as a Parthian shaft; Turn not thy crispy tides like silver curl, Back to thy grass-green banks to welcome us? And with a gentle murmur haste to tell The foaming Seas the honour of our fight? Trudge not thy streams to Triton's Mariners To bruit the praises of our conquests passed? And make their vaunts to old Oceanus, That henceforth Tiber shall salute the seas, More famed than Tiger or fair Euphrates? Now all the world (well-nigh) doth stoop to Rome. The sea, the earth, and all is almost ours. Be'it where the bright Sun with his neighbour beams, Doth early light the Pearled Indians. Or where his Chariot stays to stop the day, Till heaven unlock the darkness of the night. Be'it where the Sea is wrapped in Crystal ice, Or where the Summer doth but warm the earth. Or here, or there, where is not Rome renowned? There lives no King, (how great so e'er he be,) But trembleth if he once but hear of me. Caesar is now earth's fame, und Fortune's terror, And Caesar's worth hath stained old soldiers praises. Rome, speak no more of either Scipio, Nor of the Fabij, or Fabritians,
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"Repay good with ingratitude, "Hardly then they them reward: "That to free them fro the hands "Of a Tyrant, nere regard "In what plight their person stands. "For high Ioue that guideth all, "When he lets his iust wrath fall, "To reuenge proud Diadems, "VVith huge cares doth crosse Kings liues, "Raysing treasons in their Realmes, "By their chyldren, friends or wiues. "Therefore he whom all men feare, "Feareth all men euery where. "Feare that doth engender hate, "(Hate enforcing them thereto) "Maketh many vnder-take, "Many things they would not doe. "O how many mighty Kings "Liue in feare of petty things. "For when Kings haue sought by warrs, "Stranger Townes to haue o'rethrowne, "They haue caught deserued skarrs, "Seeking that was not theyr owne. "For no Tyrant commonly, "Lyuing ill, can kindly die. "But eyther trayterously surprizd "Doth coward poison quaile their breath, "Or their people haue deuis'd, "Or their guarde to seeke their death. "He onely liues most happilie, "That free and farre from maiestie, "Can liue content, although vnknowne: "He fearing none, none fearing him. "Medling with nothing but his owne, "VVhile gazing eyes at crownes grow dim. O Rome that with thy pryde dost ouer-peare, The worthiest Citties of the conquered world. Whose honor got by famous victories, Hath fild heauens fierie vaults with frightfull horror. O lofty towres, O stately battlements, O glorious temples, O proude Pallaces, And you braue walls, bright heauens masonrie, Grac'd with a thousand kingly diadems. Are yee not styrred with a strange delight, To see your Caesars matchles victories? And how your Empire and your praise begins Through fame, which hee of stranger Nations wins? O beautious Tyber, with thine easie streames, That glide as smothly as a Parthian shaft; Turne not thy crispie tydes like siluer curle, Backe to thy grass-greene bancks to welcom vs? And with a gentle murmure hast to tell The foming Seas the honour of our fight? Trudge not thy streames to Trytons Mariners To bruite the prayses of our conquests past? And make theyr vaunts to old Oceanus, That hence-forth Tyber shall salute the seas, More fam'd then Tyger or fayre Euphrates? Now all the world (wel-nye) doth stoope to Rome. The sea, the earth, and all is almost ours. Be'it where the bright Sun with his neyghbor beames, Doth early light the Pearled Indians. Or where his Chariot staies to stop the day, Tyll heauen vnlock the darknes of the night. Be'it where the Sea is wrapt in Christall Ise, Or where the Sommer doth but warme the earth. Or heere, or there, where is not Rome renownd? There lyues no King, (how great so e're he be,) But trembleth if he once but heare of mee. Caesar is now earths fame, und Fortunes terror, And Caesars worth hath staynd old souldiers prayses. Rome, speake no more of eyther Scipio, Nor of the Fabij, or Fabritians,