Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
O from what source can this proceed, T'have humours of so many kinds, Each brain doth divers fancies breed, all's many men, als many minds, And in the world, a man scarce finds Another of his humour right, There are not two so like indeed, If we remark their several graces And lineaments of both their faces, That can abide the proof of sight: If the outward forms then differ as they do, Of force th'affections must be different to. Ah! Passions spoil our better part, The Soul is vexed with their dissensions; We make a God of our own heart, And worship all our vain inventions. This brain-bred mist of apprehensions The mind doth with confusion fill, Whilst reason in exile doth smart; And few are free from this infection, For all are slaves to some affection, Which doth extorse the senses still. These partial tyrants rage the sight ouersyles, And doth eclipse the clearest judgement whiles. A thousand times o happy he, Who doth his passions so subdue, That he may with clear reason's eye, Their imperfections fountains view, And as it were himself renew. If that one might prescribe them laws, And set his soul from bondage free, From reason never for to swerve, And make his passions him to serve, And be but moved as he had cause: O greater were that monarch of the mind, Then if he might command from Thule to Ind. WHo ever was so favoured by the Fates, As could like us of full contentment boast, Loved of mine own, and feared of foreign states, I know not what it is for to be crossed. No thwarting chance my good hap doth importune, In all attempts my success hath been such, The darling of heaven, the minion of fortune, I wot not what to wish I have so much. Mine eyes did never yet dismay my heart With no delightless object that they saw, My name applauded is in every part My word an Oracle, my will a Law. My breast cannot contain this flood of joys That with a mighty stream o'erflows my mind, Which never dreamed of sorrow or annoys, But did in all a satisfaction find. My Soul then be content and take thy pleasure. And be not vexed with fear of any ill, My bliss abounds, I cannot count my treasure, And gold that conquers all, doth what I will. That Grecian (Sir) is at the Court arrived, Whose wisdom, Fame so prodigally praises. And have you not t'extend my greatness strived, And entertained his ears with courteous phrases. I think in all the parts where he hath been, In foreign Countries or his native home, He never hath such stately wonders seen, As since unto this princely Court he come. When first he in the regal Palace entered, As one, who borne amongst the craggy Mountains, That never for to view the plains adventured, Acquainted but with dew and little Fountains:
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O from what ſource can this proceede, T'haue humours of ſo many kindes, Each brayne doth diuers fancies breede, Al's many men, al's many mindes, And in the world, a man ſcarce findes Another of his humour right, There are not two ſo like indeede, If we remarke their ſeuerall graces And lineaments of both their faces, That can abide the proofe of ſight: If the outward formes then differ as they do, Of force th'affections must be different to. Ah! Paſsions ſpoile our better part, The Soule is vext with their diſsentions; We make a God of our owne hart, And worſhip all our vayne inuentions. This brain-bred miste of apprehenſions▪ The mind doth with confuſion fill, Whilſt reaſon in exile doth ſmart; And few are free from this infection, For all are ſlaues to ſome affection, Which doth extorſe the ſenſes ſtill. Theſe partiall tirants rage the ſight ouerſyles, And doth ecclipſie the cleereſt iudgement whyles. A thouſand times ô happie he, Who doth his pasſions ſo ſubdew, That he may with cleere reaſons eye, Their imperfections fountaines view, And as it were himſelfe renew. If that one might prescribe them lawes, And ſet his ſoule from bondage free, From reaſon neuer for to ſwerue, And make his paſsions him to ſerue, And be but moou'd as he had cauſe: O greater were that monarch of the minde, Then if he might command from Thule to Inde. WHo euer was ſo fauour'd by the Fates, As could like vs of full contentment boaſt, Lou'd of mine owne, and feard of forraine ſtates, I know not what it is for to be croſt. No thwarting chance my good hap doth importune, In all attempts my ſucceſſe hath been ſuch, The darling of heauen, the minion of fortune, I wot not what to wiſh I haue ſo much. Mine eyes did neuer yet diſmay my hart With no delightleſſe obiect that they ſaw, My name applauded is in euery part My word an Oracle, my will a Law. My breaſt cannot contayne this flood of ioyes That with a mighty ſtreame o'reflowes my mind, Which neuer dream'd of ſorrow or annoyes, But did in all a ſatisfaction find. My Soule then be content and take thy pleaſure. And be not vex't with feare of any ill, My bliſſe abounds, I cannot count my treaſure, And gold that conquers all, doth what I will. That Graecian (Sir) is at the Court arriu'd, Whoſe wiſdom, Fame ſo prodigally prayſe's. And haue you not t'extend my greatnes ſtriu'd, And entertain'd his eares with courteous phraſes. I thinke in all the parts where he hath been, In forraine Countries or his natiue home, He neuer hath ſuch ſtately wonders ſeen, As ſince vnto this princely Court he come. When firſt he in the regall Pallace entred, As one, who borne amongſt the craggie Mountaines, That neuer for to view the plaines aduentred, Acquainted but with dew and little Fountaines: