Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
Good Lord, that their Divines should see so far In others' faults, without amending theirs? Sir, sir, the general defaults in state, (If you would read before you did correct) Are by a hidden working from above, By their successive changes still remained, Were not the law by contraries maintained, How could the truth from falsehood be discerned? Did we not taste the bitterness of war? How could we know the sweet effects of peace? Did we not feel the nipping winter frosts, How should we know the sweetness of the spring? Should all things still remain in one estate, Should not in greatest arts some scars be found, Were all upright and changed, what world were this? A Chaos, made of quiet, yet no world, Because the parts there of did still accord, This matter craves a variance not a speech, But sir Divine to you, look on your maims, Divisions, sects, your summonies and bribes: Your cloaking with the great, for fear to fall, You shall perceive you are the cause of all. Did each man know there were a storm at hand, Who would not clothe him well, to shun the wet? Did Prince and Peer, the Lawyer and the least, Know what were sin, without a partial gloze, we need no long discovery then of crimes, For each would mend, advised by holy men: Thus but slightly shadow out your sins, But if they were depainted out for life, Alas we both had wounds enough to heal. None of you both I see but are in fault, Thus simple men as I do swallow flies, This grave Divine can tell us what to do. But we may say: Physician mend thyself, This Lawyer hath a pregnant wit to talk, But all are words, I see no deeds of worth. Good Merchant lay your fingers on your mouth, Be not a blab, for fear you bite yourself, What should I term your state, but even the way To every ruin in this Commonweal, Your bring us in the means of all excess, You rate it, and retailed it as you please, You swear, forswear, and all to compass wealth, Your money is your God, your hoard your heaven, You are the ground work of contention: First heedless youth, by you is overreached, we are corrupted by your many crowns: The Gentlemen whose titles you have bought, Lose all their father's toil within a day, Whilst Hob your son, and Sib your nutbrown child, Are Gentle folks, and Gentles are beguiled: This makes so many Noble maids to stray, And take sinister courses in the state. My friends begone and if you love your lives, The King of England marcheth here at hand, Enter the camp for fear you be surprised. Thanks gentle scout, God mend that is amiss, And place true, zeal whereas corruption is. What news in Court, Nano let us know it? If so you please my Lord, I straight will show it: The English king hath all the borders spoiled, Hath taken Morton prisoner, and hath slain Seven thousand Scottish Lords, not far from Tweards.
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Good Lord, that their Diuines should see so farre In others faults, without amending theirs? Sir, sir, the generall defaults in state, (If you would read before you did correct) Are by a hidden working from aboue, By their successiue changes still remainde, Were not the lawe by contraries maintainde, How could the trueth from falsehood be discernde? Did wee not tast the bitternesse of warre? How could wee knowe the sweet effects of peace? Did wee not feele the nipping winter frostes, How should we know the sweetnesse of the spring? Should all things still remaine in one estate, Should not in greatest arts some scarres be found, Were all vpright and changd, what world were this? A Chaos, made of quiet, yet no world, Because the parts there of did still accord, This matter craues a variance not a speech, But sir Diuine to you, looke on your maimes, Diuisions, sects, your summonies and bribes: Your cloaking with the great, for feare to fall, You shall perceiue you are the cause of all. Did each man know there were a storme at hand, Who would not cloath him well, to shun the wet? Did Prince and Peere, the Lawyer and the least, Know what were sinne, without a partiall glose, Wee need no long discouery then of crimes, For each would mend, aduis'de by holy men: Thus but slightly shadow out your sinnes, But if they were depainted out for life, Alasse wee both had wounds inough to heale. None of you both I see but are in fault, Thus simple men as I do swallow flies, This graue Diuine can tell vs what to do. But wee may say: Phisitian mend thy selfe, This Lawyer hath a pregnant wit to talke, But all are words, I see no deeds of woorth. Good Merchant lay your fingers on your mouth, Be not a blab, for feare you bite your selfe, What should I terme your state, but euen the way To euery ruine in this Common-weale, Your bring vs in the meanes of all excesse, You rate it▪ and retalde it as you please, You sweare, forsweare, and all to compasse wealth, Your mony is your God, your hoord your heauen, You are the ground worke of contention: First heedlesse youth, by you is ouerreacht, Wee are corrupted by your many crownes: The Gentlemen whose titles you haue bought, Loose all their fathers toyle within a day, Whilst Hob your sonne, and Sib your nutbrowne childe, Are Gentle folkes, and Gentles are beguilde: This makes so many Noble maides to stray, And take sinister courses in the state. My friends begone and if you loue your liues, The King of England marcheth heere at hand, Enter the campe for feare you bee surprisde. Thankes gentle scout, God mend that is amisse, And place true, zeale whereas corruption is. What newes in Court, Nano let vs know it? If so you please my Lord, I straight will shew it: The English king hath all the borders spoyld, Hath taken Morton prisoner, and hath slaine Seuen thousand Scottish Lords, not farre from Tweards.