Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 498 words
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Oh but they say, the tongues of dying men, Enforce attention like deep harmony: Where words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain, For they breath truth that breath their words in pain: He that no more must say, is listened more Than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze▪ More are men's ends marked than their lives before: The setting Sun, and Music at the close, As the last taste of sweets is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long passed, Though Richard my lives counsel would not hear, My deaths sad tale may yet undeaf his ear. No, it is stopped with other flattering sounds. As praises of whose taste the wise are found Lascivious meeter, to whose venom sound The open ear of youth doth always listen. Report of fashions in proud Italy, Whose manners still our tardy apish nation Limps after in base imitation: Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity. So it be new, there's no respect how vile, That is not quickly buzzed into his ears? Then all too late comes Counsel to be heard, Where will doth mutiny with wits regard: Direct not him whose way himself will choose. 'tis breath thou lackest and that breath wilt thou lose. Me thinks I am a prophet new inspired. And thus expiring do foretell of him, His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last: For violent fires soon burn out themselves. Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short: He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder, Light vanity insatiate cormorant, Consuming means soon prays upon itself: This royal throne of Kings, this sceptred Isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi Paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself, Against infection and the hand of war. This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands. This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of Royal Kings, Feared by their breed, and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home▪ For christian service, and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn jewry, Of the world's ransom blessed Mary's son: This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leasde out; I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting Farm. England bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England that was wont to conquer others▪ Hath made a shameful conquest of itself: Ah would the scandal vanish with my life, How happy then were my ensuing death?
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Oh but they say, the tongues of dying men, Inforce attention like deepe rmony: Where words are scarce they are seldome spent in vaine, For they breathe truth that breathe their wordes in paine: He that no more must say, is listened more Than they whom youth and ease haue taught to glose▪ More are mens ends markt than their liues before: The setting Sunne, and Musike at the close, As the last taste of sweetes is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past, Though Richard my liues counsell would not heare, My deaths sad tale may yet vndeae his eae. No, it is stopt with other flattering foundes. As praises of whse taste the wise are found Lasciuious meeter to whose venome sound The open eare of youth doth alwayes listen. Report of fashions in proude Italie, Whose maners still our tardy apish nation Limps after in base iitation: Where doth the world thust forth a vanitie. So it be new, theres no respect how vile, That is not quickly buzd into his eares? Then all too late comes Counsell to be heard, Where will doth mutiny with wits regard: Direct not him whose way himselfe wil chuse. Tis breath thou lackst and that breath wilt thou loose. Me thinkes I am a prophet new inspirde. And thus expiring do foretell of him, His rash fierce blaze of ryot cannot last: For violent fires soone burne out themselues. Small shoures last long, but sodaine stormes are short: He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes With eagre feeding foode doth choke the feeder, Light vanitie insatiate cormorant, Consuming meanes soone praies vpon it selfe: This royall throne of Kings, this sceptred Ile, This earth of maiestie, this seate of Mars, This other Eden, demy Paradice, This fortresse built by Nature her selfe, Against infection and the hand of ware. This happy breede of men, this little wold, This precious stone set in the siluer sea, Which serues it in the office of a wall, Or as moate defensiue to a house, Against the enuie of lesse happier lands. This blessed plot, this earth, this realme, this England, This nurse, this teeming wombe of oyall Kings, Feard by their breed, and famous by theyr byrth, Renowned for theyr deedes as far from home▪ For christian seruice, and true chiualry, As is the sepulchre in stubburne Iewry, Of the worlds ransome blessed Maries sonne: This land of such deare soules, this deere deere land, Deare for her reputation through the world, Is now leasde out; I dye pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting Farme. England bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rockie shoare beates backe the enuious siege Of watry Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With ikie blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That Engand that was wont to conquer others▪ Hath made a shamefull conqest of it selfe: Ah would the scandall vanish with my life, How happy then were my ensuing death?