Alexander, William · published 1637 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 510 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
LEnd (Sir) a willing ear to humble words, Let not our baseness bar us from your grace, Which still itself alike to all affords, Who bless their sight with that Majestic face; For simple subject's Monarches must take care, Though this our state be thought but abject now, You are our head, and we your members are, And you must care for us, we care for you; Our poverty to us is no reproach, Which innocent integrity adorns, On others states we never do encoach, But live by labours, pricked with many thorns; And ever busied for the Country's good, We have no time to must of vain conceits, But (earning with continual toil our food) Must entertain the pomp of prouder states; And (Sir, though plain) think not our meaning ill, Who thus dare speak so freely as we do, Whilst Mediators do dilate our will, They wrist it as they will, and spoil us too; To countenance such as us, you need not shun: A great man too well graced may do more harm; And it stains not the glory of the Sun, Though oft his beams an abject object warm. Be not discouraged by your base estate, Ye are my people, and I'll hear your plaint, A King must care for all, both small and great, And to do good (like God) should never faint; The Sceptre such as those should chief shroud, Not Cottages, but Castles spoil the Land, To spare the humble, and to plague the proud, A virtue is that doth make Kings to stand. Sir, our estate some hasty help requires: In Misia near the celebarted rounds Of great Olympus which the world admires, There haunts a Boar the horror of these bounds: His body big, and hideous is his form, Whose foamy jaw with tusks like javelins strikes, And in deformity all parts conform, His back hath bristles like to iron pikes. This Nature's Monster, wondered at by men, The forest's Tyrant, and the Country's terror, Doth murder all, and draws them to his den, Who chance to cross his way by fatal error; In tears whilst melting, tender mothers wail, (The gored infants tumbling in their blood;) This beast to be abhorred doth them assail, And in his bowels buries both for food; Then when we fly the field where he doth haunt, To have his hunger, or his rage allayed, He all our labours quickly doth supplant, And poor men's hopes are strangely thus betrayed; Ere this, of true repose we were the types, And pasturing on each plain our fleecy flocks, Did make a consort of our warbling pipes With moving Crystals, playing on the rocks; And oft to ease our toils (all ranged in bands) With garlands guarded from Apollo's beams, We gazed upon Pactolus' golden sands, Glassed, bathed, and quenched our thirst, with his pure streams; Whilst we preferred, the river seemed amazed, Even to his golden bed his grassy bank, And lay and looked whereas our cattle grazed, far from all envy of a greater rank;
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LEnd (Sir) a willing eare to humble words, Let not our baſeneſſe barre us from your grace, Which ſtill it ſelfe alike to all affords, Who bleſſe their ſight with that Majeſticke face; "For ſimple ſubjects Monarchs muſt take care, "Though this our ſtate be thought but abject now, "You are our head, and we your members are, "And you muſt care for us, we care for you; "Our poverty to us is no reproach, "Which innocent integrity adornes, "On others ſtates we never do encoach, "But live by labours, prickt with many thornes; "And ever buſied for the Countries good, "We have no time to muſt of vaine conceits, "But (earning with continuall toile our food) "Muſt entertaine the pompe of prouder ſtates; "And (Sir, though plaine) thinke not our meaning ill, "Who thus dare ſpeake ſo freely as we do, "Whil'ſt Mediatours do dilate our will, "They wreſt it as they will, and ſpoile us too; "To count'nance ſuch as us, you need not ſhunne: "A great man too well grac'd may do more harme; "And it ſtains not the glory of the Sunne, "Though oft his beams an abject object warme. Be not diſcourag'd by your baſe eſtate, Ye are my people, and Ile heare your plaint, "A King muſt care for all, both ſmall and great, "And to do good (like God) ſhould never faint; "The Scepter ſuch as thoſe ſhould chiefly ſhroud, "Not Cotages, but Caſtles ſpoile the Land, "To ſpare the humble, and to plague the proud, "A vertue is that doth make Kings to ſtand. Sir, our eſtate ſome haſtie help requires: In Miſia neare the celebarted rounds Of great Olympus which the world admires, There haunts a Boare the horrour of theſe bounds: His body bigge, and hideous is his forme, Whoſe foamie jaw with tusks like javelins ſtrikes, And in deformity all parts conforme, His backe hath briſtles like to iron pikes. This Natures Monſter, wondred at by men, The forreſts Tyrant, and the Countries terrour, Doth murder all, and draws them to his denne, Who chance to croſſe his way by fatall errour; In teares whil'ſt melting, tender mothers waile, (The goared infants tumbling in their bloud;) This beaſt to be abhorr'd doth them aſſaile, And in his bowels buries both for food; Then when we flie the field where he doth haunt, To have his hunger, or his rage allay'd, He all our labours quickly doth ſupplant, And poore mens hopes are ſtrangely thus betray'd; Ere this, of true repoſe we were the types, And paſturing on each plaine our fleecie flocks, Did make a conſort of our warbling pypes With moving Cryſtals, playing on the rocks; And oft to eaſe our toils (all rang'd in bands) With garlands guarded from Apollo's beames, We gaz'd upon Pactolus golden ſands, Glaſſ'd, bath'd, and quench'd our thirſt, with his pure ſtreames; Whil'ſt we preferr'd, the river ſeem'd amaz'd, Even to his golden bed his graſſie banke, And lay and look'd whereas our cattell graz'd, Farre from all envy of a greater ranke;