Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.
To Death, and thee, the life that doth reprove me, Our like distress I feel doth sympathize, And even affliction makes me truly love thee. Which Anthony, (I must confess my fault,) I never did sincerely until now; Now I protest I do, now am I taught, In death to love, in life that knew not how. For whilst my glory in that greatness stood, And that I saw my state, and knew my beauty, Saw how the world admired me, how they wood, I then thought all men, must love me of duty, And I love none: for my lascivious Court, (Fertile in ever-fresh and new-choice pleasure,) Afforded me so bountiful disport, That I to think on love had never leisure. My vagabond desires no limits found, For lust is endless, pleasure hath no bound. Thou, coming from the strictness of thy City, The wanton pomp of Courts yet never learnedst: enured to wars, in woman's wiles unwitty, Whilst others feigned, thou fellest to love in earnest. Not knowing women like them best that hover, And make least reckoning of a doting Lover. And yet thou earn'st but in my beauty's wain, When new-appearing wrinkles of declining, Wrought with the hand of years, seemed to detain My grace's light, as now but dimly shining. even in the confines of mine age, when I Failing of what I was, and was but thus: When such as we, do deem in jealousy That men love for themselves, and not for us. Then, and but thus, thou didst love most sincerely, (O Anthony,) that best deserved'st it better This Autumn of my beauty bought so dearly, For which (in more than death) I stand thy debtor. Which I will pay thee with most faithful zeal, And that ere long, no Caesar shall detain me; My death, my love and courage shall reveal, The which is all the world hath left t'unstain me. And to the end I may deceive best, Caesar, Who doth so eagerly my life importune, I must prevail me of this little leisure, Seeming to suit my mind unto my fortune. Whereby I may the better me provide, Of what my death and honour best shall fit: A seeming base content, must wary hide My last design, till I accomplish it. That hereby yet the world shall see that I, Although unwise to live, had wit to die. BEhold what Furies still Torment their tortured breast. Who by their doing ill, Have wrought the world's unrest. Which when being most distressed, Yet more to vex their spirit, The hideous face of sin, (In forms they most detest) Stands ever in their sight. Their Conscience still within, th'eternal 'larum is, That ever-barking dog that calls upon their miss. No means at all to hide Man from himself can find: No way to start aside Out from the hell of mind. But in himself confined, He still sees sin before: And winged-footed pain, That swiftly comes behind, The which is ever more, The sure and certain gain Impiety doth get, And wanton loose respect, that doth itself forget.
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To Death, and thee, the life that doth reproue mee, Our like distresse I feele doth sympathize, And euen affliction makes me truly loue thee. VVhich Anthony, (I must confesse my fault,) I neuer did sincerely vntill now; Now I protest I doe, now am I taught, In death to loue, in life that knew not how. For whilst my glory in that greatnes stood, And that I saw my state, and knew my beauty, Saw how the world admir'd mee, how they woode, I then thought all men, must loue me of dutie, And I loue none: for my lasciuious Courte, (Fertile in euer-fresh and new-choyce pleasure,) Affoorded me so bountiful disport, That I to thinke on loue had neuer leysure. My vagabond desires no limits found, For lust is endlesse, pleasure hath no bound. Thou, comming from the strictnes of thy Citty, The wanton pompe of Courts yet neuer learnedst: Inur'd to wairs, in womans wiles vnwittie, Whilst others fayn'd, thou fell'st to loue in earnest. Not knowing women like them best that houer, And make least reckning of a doting Louer. And yet thou earn'st but in my beauties waine, When new-appearing wrinkles of declining, Wrought with the hand of yeeres, seem'd to detaine My graces light, as now but dimly shining. Euen in the confines of mine age, when I Fayling of what I was, and was but thus: VVhen such as wee, doe deeme in iealosie That men loue for them-selues, and not for vs. Then, and but thus, thou didst loue most sincerely, (O Anthony,) that best deseru'dst it better Thys Antumne of my beauty bought so deerely, For which (in more then death) I stand thy debter. VVhich I will pay thee with most faithfull zeale, And that ere long, no Caesar shall detaine me; My death, my loue and courage shall reueale, The which is all the world hath left t'vnstaine me. And to the end I may deceiue best, Caesar, Who dooth so eagerly my life importune, I must preuaile mee of this little leisure, Seeming to sute my minde vnto my fortune. Whereby I may the better mee prouide, Of what my death and honor best shall fit: A seeming base content, must warie hide My last disseigne, till I accomplish it. That heereby yet the world shall see that I, Although vnwise to liue, had wit to die. BEhold what Furtes still Torment their tortur'd brest. Who by their doing ill, Haue wrought the worlds vnrest. Which when being most distrest, Yet more to vexe their sp'rit, The hidious face of sinne, (In formes they most detest) Stands euer in their sight. Their Conscience still within, Theternall larum is, That euer-barking dog that calls vppon theyr miss. No meanes at all to hide Man from himselfe can finde: No way to start aside Out from the hell of mind. But in himselfe confin'd, Hee still sees sinne before: And winged-footed paine, That swiftly comes behind, The which is euer more, The sure and certaie gaine Impietie doth get, And wanton loose respect, that dooth it selfe forget.