Daniel, Samuel · published 1599 · first performed or written 1593 [revised 1607] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 492 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
And for my part, I seek but t' entertain In her some feeding hope to draw her forth; The greatest Trophy that my travails gain, Is to bring home a prizal of such worth. And now, sith that she seems so well content To be disposed by us, without more stay She with her children shall to Rome be sent, Whilst I by Syria thither take my way O Fearful frowning Nemesrs, 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 deserest long The prouds' decay, the weaks redress. But through thy power every where, 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 darke-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 wo. O how the powers of heaven do play With travailed mortalitises: And doth their weakness still betray, In their best prosperity? When being lifted 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 The 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 fall, 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 rigour 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 bathe overgrown. As we, so they that treat us thus, Must one day perish like to us. Never friend Rodon in a better hour, Can I have met thee them even 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.
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And for my part, I seeke but t' entertaine In her some feeding hope to draw her forth; The greatest Trophey that my trauailes gaine, Is to bring home a prizall of such worth. And now, sith that she seemes so well content To be dispos'd by vs, without more stay She with her children shall to Rome be sent, Whilst I by Syria thither take my way O Fearefull frowning Nemesrs, Daughter of Iustice, most seuere, That art the worlds great arbitresse, And Queene of causes raigning heere. Whose swift-sure hand is euer neere Eternall iustice, righting wrong: Who neuer yet deserest long The proudes decay, the weakes redresse. But through thy power euery where, Dost raze the great, and raise the lesse. The lesse made great dost ruine to, To shew the earth what heauen can do. Thou from darke-clos'd eternitie, From thy black clowdy hidden seate, The worlds disorders dost descry: Which when they swel so proudly great, Reuersing th' order nature set, Thou giu'st thy all consounding doome, Which none can know before it come. Th' ineuitable destinie, Which neither wit nor strength can let, Fast chain'd vnto necessitie, In mortall things doth order so, Th' alternate course of weale or wo. O how the powres of heauen do play With trauailed mortalitis: And doth their weakness still betray, In their best prosperitie? When being lifted up so hie, They looke beyond themselues so farre, That to themselues they take no care; Whilst swift confusion downe doth lay, Their late proude mounting vanitie: Bringing their glorie to decay, And with the ruine of their fall, Extinguish people, state and all. But is it iustice that all we The innocent poore multitude, For great mens faults should punisht be, And to destruction thus pursude? O why should th' heauens vs include, Within the compasse of their fall, Who of themselues procured all? Or do 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 their rigor must. This is the period Fate set downe To Egypts fat prosperitie: Which now vnto her greatest growne, Must perish thus, by course must die. And some must be the causers why This reuolution must be wrought: As borne to bring their state to nought. To change the people and the crowne, And purge the worlds iniquitie: Which vice so farre bath ouer-growne. As we, so they that treate vs thus, Must one day perish like to vs. NEuer friend Rodon in a better howre, Could I haue met thee thē eu'n 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 we shall impart our woes Seeme but to feele a part of what we feele: And meete vs with a sigh but at a cloze.