Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
O Fair Sun that gently smiles, From the Orient-pearled Isles, Guilding these our gladsome days, With the beauty of thy rays: Free fro rage of civil strife, Long preserve our Caesar's life. That from sable Afrique brings, Conquests whereof Europe rings. And fair Venus thou of whom The Eneades are come, Henceforth vary not thy grace, From Iulus happy race. Rather cause thy dearest son, By his triumphs new begun, To expel fro forth the Land, Fierce wars quenchless firebrand. That of care acquitting us, (Who at last adore him thus) He a peaceful star appear, From our walls all woes to clear. And so let his warlike brows, Still be decked with Laurel boughs, And his statues new set With many a fresh-flowered Coronet. So, in every place let be, Feasts, and Masks, and mirthful glee, Strewing Roses in the street, When their Emperor they meet. He his foes hath conquered, Never leaving till they fled, And (abhorring blood,) at last Pardoned all offences past. " For high Ioue the heavens among, (Their support that suffer wrong,) " Doth oppose himself again Bloody minded cruel men. " For he shorteneth their days, Or prolongs them with dispraise: " Or (his greater wrath to show,) Gives them over to their foe. Caesar, a Citizen so wronged Of the honour him belonged, To defend himself from harms, Was enforced to take up Arms. For he saw that envies dart, (Pricking still their poisoned heart, For his sudden glory got,) Made his envious foe so hot. Wicked Envy feeding still, Foolish those that do thy will. For thy poisons in them pour Sundry passions every bower. And to choler doth convert, Purest blood about the heart. Which (o'erflowing of their breast) suffereth nothing to digest. " Other men's prosperity, Is their infelicity. " And their choler then is raised When they hear another praised. " Neither Phoebus fairest eye, Feasts, nor friendly company, " Mirth, or whatsoe'er it be, With their humor can agree. " Day or night they never rest, Spiteful hate so pecks their breast. " Pinching their perplexed lungs, With her fiery poisoned tongues. " Firebrands in their breasts they bear, As if Tesiphon were there. " And their souls are pierced as sore As Prometheus' ghost, and more. " Wretches, they are woe-begone, For their wound is always one. " Nor hath Chiron power or skill, To recure them of their ill. Unhappy man, amongst so many wracks As I have suffered both by Land and Sea, That scornful destiny denies my death. Oft have I seen the ends of mightier men, Whose coats of steel base Death hath stolen into. And in this direful war before mine eyes, Beheld their corpses scattered on the plains, And endless numbers killing by my side, Nor those ignoble, but the noblest Lords. 'mongst whom above the rest that moves me most, Scipio (my dearest Master) is deceased. And Death that sees the Nobles blood so rife, Full-gorged triumphs, and disdains my life.
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OFaire Sunne that gentlie smiles, From the Orient-pearled Iles, Guilding these our gladsome daies, VVith the beautie of thy rayes: Free fro rage of ciuill strife, Long preserue our Caesars life. That from sable Affrique brings, Conquests whereof Europe rings. And faire Venus thou of whom The Eneades are come, Henceforth vary not thy grace, From Iulus happy race. Rather cause thy deerest sonne, By his tryumphs new begun, To expell fro forth the Land, irce warrs quenchles fire-brand. That of care acquitting vs, (VVho at last adore him thus) He a peacefull starre appeare, From our walls all woes to cleere. And so let his warlike browes, Still be deckt with Lawrel boughes, And his statues new set VVith many a fresh-flowrd Coronet. So, in euery place let be, Feasts, and Masks, and mirthfull glee, Strewing Roses in the streete, VVhen their Emperor they meete. He his foes hath conquered, Neuer leauing till they fled, And (abhorring blood,) at last Pardon'd all offences past. "For high Ioue the heauens among, "(Their support that suffer wrong,) "Doth oppose himselfe agen "Bloody minded cruell men. "For he shortneth their dayes, "Or prolongs them with dispraise: "Or (his greater wrath to show,) "Giues them ouer to their foe. Caesar, a Cittizen so wrong'd Of the honor him belong'd, To defend himselfe from harmes, VVas enforc'd to take vp Armes. For he saw that Enuies dart, (Pricking still their poysoned hart, For his suddaine glory got,) Made his enuious foe so hote. VVicked Enuie feeding still, Foolish those that doe thy will. For thy poysons in them poure Sundry passions euery boure. And to choller doth conuart, Purest blood about the hart. VVhich (ore-flowing of their brest) Suffreth nothing to digest. "Other mens prosperitie, "Is their infelicitie. "And their choller then is rais'd "VVhen they heare another prais'd. "Neither Phoebus fairest eye, "Feasts, nor friendly company, "Mirth, or what so-e're it be, "VVith their bumor can agree. "Day or night they neuer rest, "Spightfull hate so pecks their brest. "Pinching their perplexed lunges, "VVith her fiery poysoned tongues. "Fire-brands in their brests they beare, "As if Tesiphon were there. "And their soules are pierc'd as sore "As Prometheus ghost, and more. "VVretches, they are woe-begone, "For their wound is alwaies one. "Nor hath Chyron powre or skill, "To recure them of their ill. VNhappy man, amongst so many wracks As I haue suffred both by Land and Sea, That scorneful destinie denyes my death. Oft haue I seene the ends of mightier men, Whose coates of steele base Death hath stolne into. And in thys direful warre before mine eyes, Beheld theyr corses scattred on the plaines, And endles numbers killing by my side, Nor those ignoble, but the noblest Lords. Mongst whom aboue the rest that moues me most, Scipio (my deerest Maister) is deceas'd. And Death that sees the Nobles blood so rife, Full-gorged triumphes, and disdaines my lyfe.