Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Seeming to be,) she showed content to live, Saying she was resolved thy doom t'abide, And to accept what favour thou wouldst give. And herewithal, craved also that she might Perform her last rites to her lost beloved. To sacrifice to him that wrought her plight: And that she might not be by force removed. I granting from thy part this her request, Left her for then, seeming in better rest. But dost thou think she will remain so still? I think, and do assure myself she will. Ah, private men found not the hearts of Princes, Whose actions oft bear contrary pretences. Why, 'tis her safety for to yield to thee. But 'tis more honour for her to die free. She may thereby procure her children's good. PRINCE's respect their honour more than blood. Can Princes power dispense with nature then? To be a Prince, is more than be a man. There's none but have in time persuaded been. And so might she too, were she not a Queen. divers respects will force her be reclaimed. Princes (like lions) never will be tamed. A private man may yield, and care not how, But greater hearts will break before they bow. And sure I think sh'will never condescend, To live to grace our spoils with her disgrace: But yet let still a wary watch attend, To guard her person, and to watch the place. And look that none with her come to confer: Shortly myself will go to visit her. OPINION, how dost thou molest Th' affected mind of restless man? Who following thee, never can, Nor ever shall attain to rest. For getting what thou sayst is best, Yet lo, that best he finds far wide Of what thou promisedst before: For in the same he looked for more, Which proves but small when once 'tis tried. Then something else thou find'st beside, To draw him still from thought to thought: When in the end all proves but nought. Farther from rest he finds him than, Then at the first when he began. O malcontent seducing guest, Contriver of our greatest woes: Which borne of wind, and fed with shows, Dost nurse thyself in thine unrest. judging ungotten things the best, Or what thou in conceit design'st. And all things in the world dost deem, Not as they are, but as they seem: Which shows, their state thou ill defin'st: And liv'st to come, in present pinest. For what thou hast, thou still dost lack: O mind's tormentor, Body's wrack, Vain promiser of that sweet rest, Which never any yet possessed. If we unto ambition tend, Then dost thou draw our weakness on, With vain imagination Of that which never hath an end. Or if that lust we apprehend, How doth that pleasant plague infest? O what strange forms of luxury, Thou straight dost cast t'entice us by? And tell'st us that is ever best, Which we have never yet possessed. And that more pleasure rests beside, In something that we have not tried. And when the same likewise is had, Then all is one, and all is bad.
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Seeming to bee,) shee shew'd content to lyue, Saying shee was resolu'd thy doome t'abide, And to accept what fauour thou would'st giue. And heere-withall, crau'd also that shee might Performe her last rites to her lost belou'd. To sacrifize to him that wrought her plight: And that shee might not bee by force remou'd. I graunting from thy part this her request, Left her for then, seeming in better rest. But doost thou thinke she will remaine so still? I thinke, and doe assure my selfe shee will. Ah, priuate men found not the harts of Princes, VVhose actions oft beare contrarie pretences. Why, tis her safety for to yeeld to thee. But tis more honour for her to die free. Shee may thereby procure her childrens good. Princes respect theyr honour more then blood. Can Princes powre dispence with nature than? To be a Prince, is more then be a man. There's none but haue in time perswaded beene. And so might shee too, were shee not a Queene. Diuers respects will force her be reclam'd. Princes (like Lyons) neuer will be tam'd. A priuate man may yeeld, and care not how, But greater harts will breake before they bow. And sure I thinke sh'will neuer condiscend, To lyue to grace our spoyles with her disgrace: But yet let still a warie watch attend, To guard her person, and to watch the place. And looke that none with her come to confer: Shortly my selfe will goe to visite her. OPINION, howe doost thou molest Th affected minde of restles man? Who following thee, neuer can, Nor euer shall attaine to rest. For getting what thou saist is best, Yet loe, that best hee findes farre wide Of what thou promisedst before: For in the same hee lookt for more, Which proues but small when once tis tride. Then something els thou find'st beside, To draw him still from thought to thought: When in the end all proues but nought. Farther from rest hee findes him than, Then at the first when he began. O malcontent seducing guest, Contriuer of our greatest woes: Which borne of winde, and fed with showes, Doost nurse thy selfe in thine vnrest. Iudging vngotten things the best, Or what thou in conceite design'st. And all things in the world doost deeme, Not as they are, but as they seeme: Which shewes, their state thou ill defin'st: And liu'st to come, in present pin'st. For what thou hast, thou still doost lacke: O mindel tormentor, bodies wracke, Vaine promiser of that sweet rest, Which neuer any yet possest. If wee vnto ambition tende, Then doost thou draw our weakenes on, With vaine imagination Of that which neuer hath an end. Or if that lust we apprehend, How doth that pleasant plague infest? O what strange formes of luxurie, Thou straight doost cast t'intice vs by? And tell'st vs that is euer best, Which wee haue neuer yet possest. And that more pleasure rests beside, In something that we haue not tride. And when the same likewise is had, Then all is one, and all is bad.