Daniel, Samuel · published 1599 · first performed or written 1593 [revised 1607] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T39 Profit, conscience and dishonest dealing · 465 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
But to the end I may prevent proud Caesar, Who doth so eagerly my life importune, I must prevail me of this little leisure, Seeming to suit my mind unto my fortune; Thereby with more convenience to provide For what my death and honour best shall fit: An yielding 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 sprite, The hideous face of sin, (In forms they must detest) Stands ever in their sight. Their conscience still within Th'eternal alarm 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 evermore, The sure and certain gain Impiety doth get, And wanton lose respect, that doth itself forget. And Cleopatra now, Well sees the dangerous way She took, and cared not how, Which led her to decay. And likewise makes us pay For her disordered lust, The interest of our blood: Or live a servile prey, Under a hand unjust, As others shall think good. This hath her riot won, And thus she hath her state, herself and us undunne. Now every mouth can tell, What close was muttered: How that she did not well, To take the course she did. For now is nothing hid, Of what fear did restrain. No secret closely done, But now is uttered. The text is made most plain That flattery glossed upon, The bed of sin revealed And all the luxury that shame would have concealed. The scene is broken down, And all uncovered lies, The purple actors known Scarce man, whom men despise. The complots of the wise, Prove imperfections smoke: And all what wonder gave To pleasure-gazing eyes, Lies scattered, dashed, all broke. Thus much beguiled have Poor unconsiderate wights, These momentary pleasures, fugitive delights. KIngdoms I see we win, we conquer Climates, Yet cannot vanquish hearts, nor force obedience, Affections kept in close-concealed limits, Stand far without the reach of sword or violence. Who forced do pay us duty, pay not love: Free is the heart, the temple of the mind, The Sanctuary sacred from above, Where nature keeps the keys that lose & bind. No mortal hand force open can that door, So close shut up, and locked to all mankind: I see men's bodies only ours, no more, The rest, another's right, that rules the mind.
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But to the end I may preuent proud Caesar, Who doth so eagerly my life importune, I must preuaile me of this little leasure, Seeming to sute my mind vnto my fortune; Thereby with more conuenience to prouide For what my death and honor best shall fit: An yeelding base content must wary hide My last dissigne till I accomplish it, That hereby yet the world shall see that I, Although vnwise to liue had wit to die. Behold what furies still Torment their tortur'd brest, Who by their doing ill, Haue wrought the worlds vnrest. Which when being most distrest, Yet more to vex their sp'rite, The hidious face of sinne, (In formes they must detest) Stands euer in their sight. Their conscience still within Th'eternall larum is That euer-barking dog that calles vpon their misse. No meanes at all to hide Man from himselfe can finde: No way to start aside Out from the hell of minde. But in himselfe confin'd, He still sees sinne before: And winged-footed paine, That swiftly comes behind, The which is euer-more, The sure and certaine gaine Impietie doth get, And wanton loose respect, that dooth it selfe forget. And Cleopatra now, Well sees the dangerous way She tooke, and car'd not how, Which led her to decay. And likewise makes vs pay For her disordred lust, The int'rest of our blood: Or liue a seruile pray, Vnder a hand vniust, As others shall thinke good. This hath her riot wunne, And thus she hath her state, herselfe and vs vndunne. Now euery mouth can tell, What close was muttered: How that she did not well, To take the course she did. For now is nothing hid, Of what feare did restraine. No secrete closelie done, But now is vttered. The text is made most plaine That flattry glos'd vpon, The bed of sinne reueal'd And all the luxurie that shame would haue conceal'd. The scene is broken downe, And all vncou'red lyes, The purple actors knowne Scarce man, whom men despise. The complots of the wise, Proue imperfections smoake: And all what wonder gaue To pleasure-gazing eyes, Lyes scattred, dasht, all broke. Thus much beguiled haue Poore vnconsiderate wights, These moment arie pleasures, fugitiue delights. KIngdoms I see we winne, we conquere Climates, Yet cannot vanquish hearts, nor force obedience, Affections kept in close-concealed limits, Stand farre without the reach of sworde or violence. Who forc'd do pay vs dutie, pay not loue: Free is the heart, the temple of the minde, The Sanctuarie sacred from aboue, Where nature keeps the keies that loose & bind. No mortall hand force open can that doore, So close shut vp, and lockt to all mankind: I see mens bodies onely ours, no more, The rest, anothers right, that rules the minde.