Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
And never let a Monarch after me, Trust in betraying titles glorious bates, Who with such borrowed feathers rashly flee, Fall melted with the wrath of greater states. O had this precious wit enriched my mind, Which by experience I have dearly bought, Whilst fortune was within my court confined, And that I could not think a bitter thought. Then satisfied with Sovereignties erst proved, I had disdained new dangers to embrace, And clothed with majesty, admired and loved, Had lived with pleasure, and had died in peace. Yet it is wonderful in any state, To see a worldling prosper, and not proud; But chiefly we whose fortunes grow so great, It's hard for us to have our high thoughts bowed. What could the world afford, or man affect, Which did not glad my soul whilst I was such? Who now am past the compass of respect, Plagued with prosperity, clogged with too much. Long lulled asleep with scornful fortunes lies, A slave to pleasure, drowned in base delights, I made a covenant with my wandering eyes, T'have entertained them still with pleasant sights. I held not from my heart none of her wishes, But wallowing in vainglory this world's toy, Still served with dainty, but suspicious dishes, My soul was sick with pleasure, faint for joy. There wanted nothing that might help to ease me, All did divine my will, aim at my though, And strive to do that which they trowed would please me, Which if I but allowed, no more was sought. whatever come of me was held of weight, My words were balanced and my looks were marked, Those whom I graced were had in honour straight, All speeches in my praises were embarked. I in magnificence excelled all Kings, Whilst drowsy in security I slumbered, My coffers still were full of precious things, My treasure infinite could not be numbered. I reared rare buildings all embossed with gold, Made ponds for fishes, forests for wild beasts, And with transported fancies uncontrolled, Oft spent the day in sport, the night in feasts. I seemed t'usurp the power that erst was Ioues, And of the Elements the course would change, For stately fountains, artificial groves, These were so common, they were not thought strange. With me (what more could any Monarch crave) In all the parts of pomp none could compare, My minions gallant, my counsellors grave, My guards were strong, my concubines were fair: Yea ere my state was cast upon this shelf, I wanted nought that could with seeming merits Breed wonder in the world, pride in ones self, For to puff up the flesh and spoil the spirits. Thus pressing with delight the grapes of pleasure, I quaffed with Fortune still sense-pleasing vines, Till drunk with wealth, and riotous out of measure, I carded not to consume all Tmolus mines.
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And neuer let a Monarch after me, Truſt in betraying titles glorious bates, Who with ſuch borrow'd feathers raſhlie flee, Fall melted with the wrath of greater ſtates. O had this pretious wit enrich'd my mind, Which by experience I haue dearely bought, Whilſt fortune was within my court confind, And that I could not thinke a bitter thought. Then ſatisfide with Soueraignties earſt prou'd, I had diſdain'd new dangers to imbrace, And cloath'd with maieſtie, admir'd and lou'd, Had liu'd with pleaſure, and had dide in peace. Yet it is wonderfull in any ſtate, To ſee a worldling proſper, and not prowd; But chieflie we whoſe fortunes grow ſo great, It's hard for vs to haue our high thoughts bowd. What could the world afford, or man affect, Which did not glad my ſoule whilſt I was ſuch? Who now am paſt the compaſſe of reſpect, Plagu'd with proſperitie, clog'd with too much. Long luld aſleep with ſcornefull fortunes lyes, A ſlaue to pleaſure, drown'd in baſe delights, I made a couenant with my wandring eyes, T'haue entertain'd them ſtill with pleaſant ſights. I held not from my heart none of her wiſhes, But wallowing in vaine-glorie this worlds toy, Still ſeru'd with daintie, but ſuſpitious diſhes, My ſoule was ſick with pleaſure, faint for ioy. There wanted nothing that might help to eaſe me, All did diuine my will, ayme at my though, And ſtriue to do that which they trow'd would pleaſe me, Which if I but allowd, no more was ſought. What euer come of me was held of waight, My words were ballanc'd and my lookes were marked, Thoſe whom I grac'd were had in honour ſtraight, All ſpeeches in my praiſes were imbarked. I in magnificence exceld all Kings, Whilſt drowſie in ſecuritie I ſlumbred, My coffers ſtill were full of pretious things, My treaſure infinite could not be numbred. I reard rare buildings all emboſt with gold, Made ponds for fiſhes, forreſts for wild beaſts, And with tranſported fancies vncontrold, Oft ſpent the day in ſport, the night in feaſts. I ſeem'd t'vſurp the powre that earſt was Ioues, And of the Elements the courſe would change, For ſtately fountaines, artificiall groues, Theſe were ſo common, they were not thought ſtrange. With me (what more could any Monarch craue) In all the parts of pomp none could compare, My minions gallant, my counſellours graue, My guards were ſtrong, my concubines were faire: Yea ere my ſtate was caſt vpon this ſhelfe, I wanted nought that could with ſeeming merites Breed wonder in the world, pride in ones ſelfe, For to puffe vp the fleſh and ſpoile the ſpirits. Thus preſſing with delight the grapes of pleaſure, I quafft with Fortune ſtill ſenſe-pleaſing vines, Till drunke with wealth, and riotous out of meaſure, I card not to conſume all Tmolus mines.