Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 457 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Banished the court? Let me be banished life; Since the chief end of life is there concluded: Within the court, is all the kingdom bounded, And as her sacred sphere doth comprehend Ten thousand times so much, as so much place In any part of all the empire else; So everybody, moving in her sphere, Contains ten thousand times as much in him, As any other, her choice orb excludes. As in a circle, a magician, then Is safe, against the spirit, he excites; But out of it, is subject to his rage, And loseth all the virtue of his art: So I, exiled the circle of the court, Lose all the good gifts, that in it I joyed. " No virtue currant is, but with her stamp: And no vice vicious, blanched with her white hand. The court's the abstract of all Rome's desert; And my dear JULIA, th'abstract of the court. methinks, now I come near her, I respire Some air of that late comfort, I received: And while the evening, with her modest vail, Gives leave to such poor shadows as myself, To steal abroad, ay, like a heartless ghost, Without the living body of my love, Will here walk, and attend her. For I know, Not far from hence, she is imprisoned, And hopes, of her strict guardian, to bribe So much admittance, as to speak to me, And cheer my fainting spirits, with her breath. OVID? my love? Here, heavenly JULIA. Here? and not here? O, how that word doth play With both our fortunes, differing, like ourselves, Both one; and yet divided, as opposed? I high, thou low? O, this our plight of place Doubly presents the two lets of our love, Local, and ceremonial height, and lowness: Both ways, I am too high, and thou too low. Our minds are even, yet: O, why should our bodies, That are their slaves, be so without their rule? I'll cast myself down to thee; If I die, I'll ever live with thee: no height of birth, Of place, of duty, or of cruel power, Shall keep me from thee; should my father lock This body up within a tomb of brass, Yet I'll be with thee. If the forms, I hold Now in my soul, be made one substance with it; That soul immortal; and the same 'tis now; Death cannot raze th'affects, she now retaineth: And then, may she be anywhere she will. The souls of parents rule not children's souls, When death sets both in their dissolved estates; Then is no child, nor father: then eternity Frees all, from any temporal respect. I come, my OVID, take me in thine arms: And let me breath my soul into thy breast.
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BAnisht the court? Let me be banisht life; Since the chiefe end of life is there concluded: Within the court, is all the kingdome bounded, And as her sacred spheare doth comprehend Ten thousand times so much, as so much place In any part of all the empire else; So euery body, moouing in her spheare, Containes ten thousand times as much in him, As any other, her choice orbe excludes. As in a circle, a magician, then Is safe, against the spirit, he excites; But out of it, is subiect to his rage, And loseth all the vertue of his arte: So I, exil'd the circle of the court, Lose all the good gifts, that in it I ioy'd. "No vertue currant is, but with her stamp: "And no vice vicious, blaunch't with her white hand. The court's the abstract of all Romes desert; And my deare IVLIA, th'abstract of the court. Meethinkes, now I come neere her, I respire Some aire of that late comfort, I receiu'd: And while the euening, with her modest vaile, Giues leaue to such poore shaddowes as my selfe, To steale abroad, I, like a heart-lesse ghost, Without the liuing body of my loue, Will here walke, and attend her. For I know, Not farre from hence, shee is imprisoned, And hopes, of her strict guardian, to bribe So much admittance, as to speake to me, And cheere my fainting spirits, with her breath. OVID? my loue? Here, heauenly IVLIA. Here? and not here? O, how that word doth play With both our fortunes, differing, like our selues, Both one; and yet diuided, as oppos'd? I high, thou low? Ô, this our plight of place Doubly presents the two lets of our loue, Locall, and ceremoniall height, and lownesse: Both waies, I am too high, and thou too low. Our mindes are euen, yet: Ô, why should our bodies, That are their slaues, be so without their rule? I'le cast my selfe downe to thee; If I die, I'le euer liue with thee: no height of birth, Of place, of dutie, or of cruell power, Shall keepe mee from thee; should my father locke This body vp within a tombe of brasse, Yet I'le be with thee. If the formes, I hold Now in my soule, be made one substance with it; That soule immortall; and the same 'tis now; Death cannot raze th'affects, shee now retayneth: And then, may shee be any where shee will. The soules of parents rule not childrens soules, When death sets both in their dissolu'd estates; Then is no child, nor father: then eternitie Frees all, from any temporall respect. I come, my OVID, take me in thine armes: And let me breathe my soule into thy brest.