Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
And as Ambition Princes undermines; So doth it those that under them rule all. We see in how short time they rise, and fall; How oft their light eclipsed but dimly shines. They study by all shifts and slights to move Their Prince of their deserts t'account: And when they by his favour mount, O what a danger is't to be above? For straight exposed to hatred, and despite, With all their skill they cannot march so even, But some opprobrious scandal will be given: For all men envy those that have most might. And if the King dislike them once, then straight The wretched Courtiers fall with their own weight. Some of a poorer Spirit, who would be praised, And yet have not wherefore to be esteemed, What they are not indeed would feign be deemed, And indirectly labour to be raised. This crew each public place of honour haunts, And changing garments every day While they would hide, do but bewray With outward ornaments their inward wants. And men of better judgement justly loathe Those, who in outward shows place all their care, And deck their bodies, while their minds are bare, Like to a shadow, or a painted cloth. The multitude, who but th'apparel notes, Doth homage not to them, but to their coats. Yet Princes must be served, and with all sorts, Some both to do, and counsel what is best: Some serve for Ciphers to set out the rest, Like live less pictures, that adorn the ports. Fair palaces replenished are with fears: Those seeming pleasures are but snares: The Royal rob doth cover cares, Th' Assyrian die dear buyth he, that it bears. Those dainty delicates, and far fetched food Oft through suspicion savour out of season: Embroidered beds and tapestries hatch treason: The golden goblets mingled are with blood. Such glorious gorgeous shows do serve for nought: All cannot calm the tempest of the thought. O happy he, who far from fame at home Doth sit securely by a quiet fire, Who hath not much, and doth not much desire, Nor curious is to learn who go, or come, For satisfied with what his father left His mind he measures by his store, And is not pined to gape for more; Nor eats aught that iniquity hath reft: He hath his little cleanly, and in peace, And looks not with suspicious eye. No poison comes in Cups of tree: No treason harbours in so poor a place. No troublous dream doth interrupt his sleep: A quiet conscience doth his cottage keep. He doth not study oft what storms may blow: His poverty cannot be much impaired: He fears no foreign force, and craves no guard: None coveteth his spoil, none looks so low: Where as the great are commonly once crossed, As Darius hath been in his flower, Or Sisigambis at this hour, Who hath scaped long, and now at length is lost. But how comes this that Potentates oft fall, Forced to confess th' afflictions of their soul? There is some higher power that can control The Monarchs of the earth, and censure all, Who once will call their doings to account, Their pride repressing, who t'oppress were prompt.
seed 43: T25 · seed 44: T6 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And as Ambition Princes vndermines; So doth it thoſe that vnder them rule all. We ſee in how ſhort time they riſe, and fall; How oft their light eclips'd but dimlie ſhines. They ſtudie by all ſhifts and ſlights to moue Their Prince of their deſerts t'account: And when they by his fauour mount, O what a danger is't to be aboue? For ſtraight expos'd to hatred, and deſpight, With all their skill they cannot march ſo euen, But ſome opprobrious ſcandall will be giuen: For all men enuy thoſe that haue moſt might. And if the King diſlike them once, then ſtraight The wretched Courtiers fal with their own waight. Some of a poorer Spirite, who would be prais'd, And yet haue not wherefore to be eſteem'd, What they are not indeede would faine be deemd, And indirectly labour to be rais'd. This crue each publike place of honour haunts, And changing garments euery day While they woulde hyde, doe but bewray With outward ornaments their inward wants. And men of better iudgement iuſtly loth Thoſe, who in outwarde ſhowes place all their care, And deck their bodies, while their mindes are bare, Like to a ſhaddow, or a painted cloth. The multitude, who but th'apparrell notes, Doth homage not to them, but to their cotes. Yet Princes must be ſeru'd, and with all ſorts, Some both to doe, and counſell what is beſt: Some ſerue for Ciphers to ſet out the reſt, Like liue leſse pictures, that adorne the ports. Faire pallaces repleniſh'd are with feares: Thoſe ſeeming pleaſures are but ſnares: The Royall Robe doth couer cares, Th' Aſſyrian dye deere buyth he, that it beares. Thoſe dainty delicates, and far fetch'd foode Oft through ſuſpition ſauour out of ſeaſon: Embrodered beds and tapeſteries hatche treaſon: The golden goblets mingled are with blood. Such glorious gorgeous ſhowes do ſerue for nought: All cannot calme the tempeſt of the thought. O happy he, who far from fame at home Doth ſit ſecurely by a quiet fire, Who hath not much, and doth not much deſire, Nor curious is to learne who goe, or come, For ſatisfied with what his father left His minde he meaſures by his ſtore, And is not pyn'd to gape for more; Nor eates ought that iniquity hath reft: He hath his little cleanly, and in peace, And lookes not with ſuſpitious eye. No poyſon comes in Cups of tree: No treaſon harbours in ſo poore a place. No troublous dreame doth interrupt his ſleepe: A quiet conſcience doth his cottage keepe. He doth not ſtudy oft what ſtormes may blow: His pouerty cannot be much impair'd: He feares no forraine force, and craues no guarde: None coueteth his ſpoile, none lookes ſo low: Where as the great are commonly once croſt, As Darius hath beene in his flowre, Or Siſigambis at this houre, Who hath ſcap'd long, and now at length is loſt. But how commes this that Potentates oft fall, Forc'd to confeſſe th' afflictions of their ſoule? There is ſome hier pow'r that can controule The Monarches of the earth, and cenſure all, Who once will call their doings to accompt, Their pride repreſsing, who t'oppreſſe were prompt.