Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
O Fearful frowning NEMESIS, Daughter of JUSTICE, most severe, That art the world's great Arbitress, And Queen of causes reigning here. Whose swift-sure hand is ever near eternal justice, righting wrong: Who never yet-deserrest long The prouds' decay, the weaks redress. But through thy power everywhere, Dost raze the great, and raise the less. The less made great, dost ruin to, To show the earth what heaven can do. Thou from dark-closed eternity, From thy black cloudy hidden seat, The world's disorders dost descry: Which when they swell so proudly great, Reversing th'order nature set, Thou giv'st thy all-confounding doom, Which none can know before it come. Th' inevitable destiny, Which neither wit nor strength can let, Fast chained unto necessity, In mortal things doth order so, Th'alternate course of weal or woe. O low the powers of heaven do play With travailed mortality: And doth their weakness still betray, In their best prosperity. When being listed up so high, They look beyond themselves so far, That to themselves they take no care: Whilst swift confusion down doth lay, Their late proud mounting vanity: Bringing their glory to decay. And with the ruin of their fall, Extinguish people, state and all. But is it justice that all we Th'innocent poor multitude, For great men's faults should punished be, And to destruction thus pursued. O why should th'heavens us include, Within the compass of their sall, Who of themselves procured all? Or do the Gods (in close) decree, Occasion take how to extrude Man from the earth with cruelty? Ah no, the Gods are ever just, Our faults excuse their rigor must. This is the period Fate set down, To Egypt's fat prosperity: Which now unto her greatest grown, Must perish thus, by course must die. And some must be the causers why This revolution must be wrought: As borne to bring their state to nought. To change the people and the crown, And purge the world's iniquity: Which vice so far hath overgrown. As we, so they that treat us thus, Must one day perish like to us. Never friend Rodon in a better hour, Could I have met thee then e'en now I do Having affliction in the greatest power Upon my soul, and none to tell it to. For 'tis some ease our sorrows to reveal, If they to whom we shall impart our woes Seem but to feel a part of what we feel, And meet us with a sigh but at a close. And never (friend Seleucus) found'st thou one, That better could bear such a part with thee: Who by his own, knows others cares to moan, And can in like accord of grief agree. And therefore tell th'oppression of thy heart, Tell to an ear prepared and tuned to care: And I will likewise unto thee impart As sad a tale as what thou shalt declare. So shall we both our mournful plaints combine, I'll wail thy state, and thou shalt pity mine.
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O Fearefull frowning NEMESIS, Daughter of IVSTICE, most seuere, That art the worlds great Arbitresse, And Queene of causes raigning heere. Whose swift-sure hand is euer neere Eternill iustice, righting wrong: Who neuer yet-deserrest long The proudes decay, the weakes redresse. But through thy powre euery where, Doost raze the great, and raise the lesse. The lesse made great, doost ruine to, To shew the earth what heauen can doe. Thou from dark-clos'd eternitie, From thy black clowdy hidden seate, The worlds disorders doost discry: Which when they swell so proudly great, Reuersing th'order nature set, Thou giu'st thy all-confounding doome, Which none can know before it come. Th' ineuitable destinie, Which neyther wit nor strength can let, Fast chayn'd vnto necessitie, In mortall things doth order so, Th'alternate course of weale or wo. O low the powres of heauen do play With trauailed mortalitie: And doth their weakenes still betray, In theyr best prosperitie. When beeing listed vp so hie, They looke beyond themselues so sarre, That to themselues they take no care: Whilst swift confusion downe doth lay, Theyr late proude mounting vanitie: Bringing theyr glory to decay. And with the ruine of theyr fall, Extinguish people, state and all. But is it iustice that all wee Th'innocent poore multitude, For great mens faults should punishs be, And to destruction thus pursude. O why should th'heauens vs include, Within the compasse of theyr sall, Who of themselues procured all? Or doe the Gods (in close) decree, Occasion take how to extrude Man from the earth with crueltie? Ah no, the Gods are euer iust, Our faults excuse theyr rigor must. This is the period Fate set downe, To Egipts fat prosperity: Which now vnto her greatest growne, Must perrish thus, by course must die. And some must be the causers why This reuolution must be wrought: As borne to bring theyr state to nought. To change the people and the crowne, And purge the worlds iniquitie: Which vice so farre hath ouer-growne. As wee, so they that treate vs thus, Must one day perrish like to vs. NEuer friend Rodon in a better howre, Could I haue met thee then eu'en now I do Hauing affliction in the greatest powre Vpon my soule, and none to tell it to. For tis some ease our sorrowes to reueale, If they to whom wee shall impart our woes Seeme but to feele a part of what wee feele, And meete vs with a sigh but at a cloze. And neuer (friend Seleucus) found'st thou one, That better could beare such a part with thee: Who by his owne, knowes others cares to mone, And can in like accord of griefe agree. And therefore tell th'oppression of thy hart, Tell to an eare prepar'd and tun'd to care: And I will likewise vnto thee impart As sad a tale as what thou shalt declare. So shal we both our mournful plaints combine, Ile waile thy state, and thou shalt pitty mine.