Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
WHat uncouth fancies do affright my soul, And have captived it to a thousand fears? Strange cares suggesting grief my joys control, My mind some coming evil charactered bears, And credulous suspicion too too wise, To fortify my fears doth means invent, Whilst sudden terrors do my sprite surprise, An ominous presage of some bad event. I think the soul come of immortal brood As being partner of a divine power Hath a foreknowledge both of evil and good, Although she can not fly a fatal hour. Though with this mortal vail being made half blind, She can not soar outright with her own wings, Yet she communicates unto the mind In cloudy dreams and mysteries strange things. Th'imagination wonderful in force Of foils the judgement with confusion so, That presupposing all things to be worse Than they fall forth, we double our own woe. For as the shadow seems more monstrous still Then doth the substance whence it hath the being, So th'apprehension of approaching ill Seems greater than itself, whilst fears are lying. This alteration too seems more than strange, Which at an instant hath overwhelmed my senses, I see (more than I thought) all states may change, Against the heaven th'earth can find no defences. My soul her wonted pleasure else is loathing, This hath indeed so deep impression left, A dream, a fantasy, a shadow, nothing Hath all my mirth even in a moment reft. Whence (mighty Sovereign) can this change proceed, That doth obscure the rays of princely grace, Those that are schooled in woe may clearly read, A mighty passion written in your face. And if a stranger may presume so far, I would the copy of your passions borrow, I else conjecture in what state you are, Taught by a secret sympathy in sorrow. Two strings in divers Lutes set in accord, (Although th'one be but touched) together sound, Even so souls tuned to grief the like afford, And other with a mutual motion wound. No doubt but it disburdens much the mind, A Secretary in distress to have, Who by his own another's grief can find, Where glad minds scorn what they can not conceive. And I (Adrastus) would the cause declare With which I so torment myself in vain, O but I blush t'unfold my foolish care, It's but th'illusion of a drowsy brain. According to the Body's constitution, The soul by night with fancies is afflicted, Or by these thoughts continual revolution, To which by day the mind is most addicted. Now whilst the Sun did peep through Thetis bower, And on the beauties of Aurora gazed, Out of my body spoiled of moving power, All faculties of life dull sleep had razed, While as the sprite more powerful than ever Since lest impeached with this earthly part The verity from lies could best dissever Hid mysteries unclouding to the heart.
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WHat vncoth fancies do affright my ſoule, And haue captiu'd it to a thouſand feares? Strange cares ſuggeſting griefe my ioyes controule, My mind ſome comming euill charactred beares, And credulous ſuſpition too too wiſe, To fortifie my feares doth meanes inuent, Whilſt ſuddaine terrors do my ſprite ſurpriſe, An ominous preſage of ſome bad euent. I thinke the ſoule come of immortall brood As being partner of a diuine powre Hath a fore-knowledge both of euill and good, Although ſhe can not flie a fatall houre. Though with this mortall vaile being made halfe blinde, She can not ſoare outright with her owne wings, Yet ſhe communicates vnto the mind In cloudie dreames and miſteries ſtrange things. Th'imagination wonderfull in force Of foiles the iudgement with confuſion ſo, That preſuppoſing all things to be worſe Then they fall foorth, we double our owne wo. For as the ſhadow ſeemes more monſtrous ſtill Then doth the ſubſtance whence it hath the being, So th'apprehenſion of approaching ill Seemes greater then it ſelfe, whilſt feares are lying. This alteration too ſeemes more then ſtrange, Which at an inſtant hath ore-whelm'd my ſences, I ſee (more then I thought) all ſtates may change, Againſt the heauen th'earth can find no defences. My ſoule her wonted pleaſure elſe is loathing, This hath indeede ſo deepe impreſſion left, A dreame, a fantaſie, a ſhadow, nothing Hath all my mirth euen in a moment reft. Whence (mightie Soueraigne) can this change proceede, That doth obſcure the rayes of princely grace, Thoſe that are ſchoold in wo may cleerely reede, A mightie paſſion written in your face. And if a ſtranger may preſume ſo farre, I would the copie of your paſſions borrow, I elſe coniecture in what ſtate you are, Taught by a ſecret ſympathie in ſorrow. Two ſtrings in diuers Lutes ſet in accord, (Although th'one be but toucht) together ſound, Euen ſo ſoules tun'd to griefe the like afford, And other with a mutuall motion wound. No doubt but it disburdens much the mind, A Secretarie in diſtreſſe to haue, Who by his owne anothers griefe can finde, Where glad minds ſcorne what they can not conceaue. And I (Adrastus) would the cauſe declare With which I ſo torment my ſelfe in vaine, O but I bluſh t'vnfold my fooliſh care, It's but th'illuſion of a drowſie braine. According to the bodies conſtitution, The ſoule by night with fancies is afflicted, Or by theſe thoughts continuall reuolution, To which by day the mind is moſt addicted. Now whilſt the Sunne did peepe through Thetis bower, And on the beauties of Aurora gaz'd, Out of my body ſpoild of mouing power, All faculties of life dull ſleepe had raz'd, While as the ſprite more powerfull then euer Since leaſt impeached with this earthlie part The veritie from lies could beſt diſſeuer Hid myſteries vnclouding to the hart.