Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
It seemed at first that sorrow had been sleeping While as these Virgins in their Grand-dames bosom With weeping beauty, and with beauties weeping Did with a hail of pearl blast beauty's blossom. So large a power is to no Prince allotted, As to loves Empire in their face confined. O how is my Hephestion thus assotted? Dare folly seek t'assault so brave a mind? Dare Cupid enter in an armed camp, And Mars own minions thus presume to danton? Must his soft seal steel-wearing stomachs stamp, And make them tributaries to that wanton? We dare resist (whilst many a thousand dies) Against th'invasion of a world of men: Yet if in ivory orbs two Sunny eyes Assault the soul at unawares, O then Some secret sympathy, some unknown motion So charms the mind, that vain are all defences. The heart drunk with the eyes contagious potion Corrupts the spirits and poisons all the senses. But I in my conceit do scorn all such: No, I resolve to be a thrall to none: Yea, ere I but abase myself so much, I'll rather die ten thousand deaths in one. Should I be bound with vile affections chains, As one oblivious of my former fame? This resolution still my soul retains, To balance nothing with a noble name. O what a great indignity is this To see a Conqueror to his lust a slave? Who would the title of true worth were his A mind surmounting every vice must have. The bravest trophy ever man obtained Is that, which o'er himself himself hath gained. I joy, my sovereign, that as you excel Not only men, but Mars himself in arms: So you by virtues might the power repel Of beauty, love, and Citherea's charms. Your virtue bright, whose rays shine in your words And thence to heart's centre are reflected; Now over myself such power to me affords, That with fond love I loathe to he infected. NOw since, Narbazanes, we are come hither, Let us accomplish what we have intended: And join our wit, our force, and all together, That it may be no sooner known than ended. You see occasion call us, whilst we sleep, And point us out the way to be advanced; Yea blames our sluggishness that cannot keep The course of things which for our weal have chanced The heavens abhor our King, & strive t'undo him: Nothing doth prosper that he enterprises: Some new disaster daily falls unto him: Some cross o'erthwarts all things that he devises. In no strict limits should our thoughts be bounded Whom so great happiness seems to importune: For since our King is like to be confounded, Upon his fall we both may build our fortune. I shall not fail for to perform my part: I of your words exceedingly allow: Honour, and wealth are the idols of my heart, Which if I may obtain, I care hot how.
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It ſeem'd at firſt that ſorrow had beene ſleeping While as theſe Virgines in their Grand-dames boſome With weeping beautie, and with beauties weeping Did with a haile of pearle blaſt beauties bloſſome. So large a pow'r is to no Prince allotted, As to loues Empire in their face confynd. O how is my Hepheſtion thus aſſotted? Dare follie ſeeke t'aſſault ſo braue a minde? Dare Cupid enter in an armed campe, And Mars owne minions thus preſume to danton? Muſt his ſoft ſeale ſteele-wearing ſtomacks ſtampe, And make them tributaries to that wanton? We dare reſiſt (whil'ſt many a thouſand dies) Againſt th'inuaſion of a world of men: Yet if in yuorie orbes two Sunnie eies Aſſault the ſoule at vnawares, O then Some ſecret ſympathie, ſome vn-knowne motion So charmes the minde, that vaine are all defenſes. The hart drunke with the eies contagious potion Corrupts the ſpirits and poyſons all the ſenſes. But I in my conceat doe skorne all ſuch: No, I reſolue to be a thrall to none: Yea, ere I but abaſe my ſelfe ſo much, I'le rather die ten thouſand deathes in one. Should I be bound with vile affections chaines, As one obliuious of my former ſame? This reſolution ſtill my ſoule retaines, To ballance nothing with a noble name. O what a great indignity is this To ſee a Conquerour to his luſt a ſlaue? Who would the title of true worth were his A minde ſurmounting euery vice muſt haue. The braueſt trophee euer man obtain'd Is that, which ou'r himſelfe himſelfe harh gain'd. I ioy, my ſoueraigne, that as you excell Not onely men, but Mars himſelfe in armes: So you by vertues might the power repell Of beautie, loue, and Cithereas charmes. Your vertue bright, whoſe rayes ſhine in your words And thence to harts center are reflected; Now ouer my ſelfe ſuch pow'r to me affords, That with fond loue I loth to he infected. NOw ſince, Narbazanes, we are come hither, Let vs accompliſh what we haue intended: And ioyne our wit, our force, and all together, That it may be no ſooner knowne then ended. You ſee occaſion call vs, whil'ſt we ſleepe, And point vs out the way to be aduanc'd; Yea blames our ſluggiſhneſſe that cannot keepe The courſe of things which for our weale haue chanc'd The heauens abhorre our King, & ſtriue t'vndo him: Nothing doth proſper that he enterpriſes: Some new diſaſter daylie falles vnto him: Some croſſe o'er-thwarts all things that he deuiſes. In no ſtrict limites ſhould our thoughts be bounded Whom ſo great happines ſeemes to importune: For ſince our King is like to be confounded, Vpon his fall we both may builde our fortune. I ſhall not faile for to performe my part: I of your words exceedingly allow: Honour, and wealth are the idols of my hart, Which if I may obtaine, I care hot how.