Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
We crave none of your wealth, yet wish to see This Boar be-blood the staff of the most strong: Let valorous Atis worthily your son, Backed with the best of all the Lydian Youth, Go to the fields before the rising Sun Quench with the morning's tears his midday's drought, And we shall lead them crowned with laurel forth, Where in a circuit small, yet a large Theater For men to make a trial of their worth This Monster stays: th'earth never nursed a greater. So shall we both reap profit, and they pleasure, Which may be brought to pass without great obstacle, By making this waster of the world's treasure, Of a horrid sight, a delightful spectacle. I may not spare my Son for a respect, Which is not needful now for to be known, But I'll send others for the same effect, That this pestiferous Beast may be o'erthrown. Th'ostentive gallants that our Grace attend, And wait th'occasion but t'advance their strength, Against the Boar shall all their forces bend, With hounds and darts still till he fall at length. I swear this Monster shall when he is dead, A memorable monument remain, To Diane's Church I'll consecrate his head, The Virgin-goddess darts no shaft in vain. Ah wherein Father have I thus offended! Or what vile sign of a degenered mind Have you remarked in me that ever tended To the reproach of our Imperial kind? That of this praise you would give me no part, But bar me from a famous enterprise, As one unworthy for to wield a dart: Who still in vile repose inglorious lies, Lies like a wanton with vain thoughts bewitched, Who spoiled of force effeminately lives, A Peacock but with painted pens enriched, Yet poor in all the parts that Glory gives. What glory gives those glorious Styles to me Which by succession fall, not by desert, Should but my Fame with borrowed feathers flee; For come of Kings a kingdom is my part. Who only by his Birth advancement claims, Like a base bastard doth his birthright bloat, I will not beg my worth from dead men's names, Nor conquer Credit only by my Coat. What comforts this to brook th'imperial seat, And all the bliss that Majesty imparts? If those whom only we exceed in State, Be our Superiors in far better parts. More than a Crown true Worth is to be valued, Th'one Fortune's gift, and th'other our own merit, By which oft times th'afflicted Mind is salved, When Fortune takes what we by her inherit. I see what brave Desires boil in thy Soul, And make thee with immortal wings to flee, This high-bent courage, nothing can control, All Lidia is not large enough for thee. Go, seek an Empire equal with thy mind, No common limits can confine thy thought; But while a full perfection thou wouldst find, I fear thy fall turn all our hopes to nought.
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We craue none of your wealth, yet wiſh to ſee This Boare be-blood the ſtaffe of the moſt ſtrong: Let valorous Atis worthily your ſonne, Backd with the beſt of all the Lidian Youth, Go to the fields before the riſing Sunne Quench with the mornings teares his mid-dayes drouth, And we ſhall leade them crownd with lawrell forth, Where in a circuit ſmall, yet a large Theater For men to make a tryall of their worth This Monſter ſtayes: th'earth neuer nurc'd a greater. So ſhall we both reape profite, and they pleaſure, Which may be brought to paſſe without great obſtacle, By making this waſter of the worlds treaſure, Of a horrid ſight, a delightfull ſpectacle. I may not ſpare my Sonne for a reſpect, Which is not needfull now for to be knowne, But I'le ſend others for the ſame effect, That this peſtiferous Beaſt may be o'rethrowne. Th'oſtentiue gallants that our Grace attend, And wait th'occaſion but t'aduance their ſtrength, Againſt the Boare ſhall all their forces bend, With houndes and darts ſtill till he fall at length. I ſweare this Monſter ſhall when he is dead, A memorable monument remaine, To Dians Church I'le conſecrate his head, The Virgin-goddeſſe darts no ſhaft in vaine. Ah wherein Father haue I thus offended! Or what vile ſigne of a degenerd mind Haue you remark'd in me that euer tended To the reproch of our Imperiall kind? That of this praiſe you would giue me no part, But barre me from a famous enterpriſe, As one vnworthie for to weeld a dart: Who ſtill in vile repoſe inglorious lies, Lies like a wanton with vaine thoughts bewitchd, Who ſpoyld of force effeminately liues, A Peacocke but with painted pennes enrichd, Yet poore in all the parts that Glorie giues. What glorie giues thoſe glorious Styles to me Which by ſucceſſion fall, not by deſart, Should but my Fame with borrowd feathers flee; For come of Kings a kingdome is my part. Who only by his Birth aduancement claimes, Like a baſe baſtard doth his birth-right blote, I will not beg my worth from dead mens names, Nor conquer Credit only by my Cote. What comforts this to brooke th'Imperiall ſeate, And all the bliſſe that Maieſtie impartes? If thoſe whom only we exceed in State, Be our Superiors in farre better partes. More then a Crowne true Worth is to be valued, Th'one Fortunes gift, and th'other our owne merite, By which oft times th'afflicted Mind is ſalued, When Fortune takes what we by her inherite. I ſee what braue Deſires boyle in thy Soule, And make thee with immortall wings to flee, This hie-bent courage, nothing can controule, All Lidia is not large euough for thee. Go, ſeeke an Empire equall with thy mind, No common limits can confine thy thought; But while a full perfection thou wouldſt find, I feare thy fall turne all our hopes to nought.