Thyestes (Seneca's Second Tragedy) · chunk 10 of 24
Heywood, Jasper / Seneca, Lucius Annaeus · published 1560 · first performed or written 1560 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
Believe me well, with titles false the great things v●… delight: And heavy happꝭ in vain are feared, while high I stood in sight, I never styn●…ed then to quake, and self same sword to fe●…re, That hanged by mine own side wa●…, Oh how great good it were, With none to strive, but careless food to e●…te and rest to know? The greater gylts they enter not in cottage set allow: And safer ●…oode is fed upon, at narrow board alway, While drunk in gold the poison is: by proof well taught I say, That evil haps before the good to love it likes my will. Of haughty house that stands aloft in tickle top of hill, And sways aside, the city low need never be affright: Nor in the top of roof above, there shines no ivory bright, Nor watchman none defends my sleeps by night, or guards my rest: With fle●…te I fish not, nor the se●… I have not backward priest, Nor turned to flight with builded wall: nor wicked belly I With taxes of the people fed: nor parcel none doth lie, Of ground of mine beyond the Getes: and Parthians fa●… about: Nor worshipped with francausence I am, nor (Ioue she●… out) My Altars decked are: nor none in top of house doth stand In garden trees, nor kindled yet with help of each man's hand, The baths do smoke: nor yet are days in slothful slumbers led, Nor nights paste forth in watch and wine, without the rest of bed. We nothing fear, the house is safe without the hidden knife, And poor estate the sweetness feels, of rest and quiet life. Great kingdom is to be content, without the same to live. Yet should it not refused be, if god the kingdom give. Not yet desyerd it ought to be. your brother byddꝭ you rain. Bydds he? the more is to be feared: there lurketh there some train. From whence it fell, yet piety is wont to turn at length: And love unfaind, repairs agayn●… his erst omitted strength. Doth Atreus then his brother love? each Ursa first on high, The seas shall wash, and swelling surge of seas of S●…ylye Shall rest and all assuaged be, and corn to ripeness grow In bottom of Ionian seas, and darkest night shall show And spread the light about the soil: the waters with the fire, The life with death, the wind with seas, shall friendship first require, And be at league. of what deceit are you so dreadful here? Of every chone: what end at length might I provide of fear? In all he can he hateth me. to you what hurt can he? As for myself I nothing dread: you little babes make me Afraid of him. dread ye to be beguiled when caught ye are? To late it is to shoes the train in middle of the snare. But go we on, this (father) is to you my last request.
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Beleue me well, with titles false the greate thyngꝭ v delight: And heuye happꝭ in vayne are fearde, while high I stoode in sight, I neuer styned then to quake, and selfe same swoorde to fere, That hanged by myne owne syde wa, Oh how great good it were, With none to striue, but careles foode to ete and rest to knowe? The greater gylts they enter not in cotage sette alowe: And safer oode is fed vpon, at narrowe boorde alwaye, While droonke in golde the poyson is: by proofe well taught I saye, That euyll happs before the good to loue it lykes my wyll. Of haughtie house that stands alofte in tickle toppe of hyll, And swayes asyde, the citee lowe neede neuer be affryght: Nor in the toppe of roofe aboue, there shynes no Iuery bright, Nor watcheman none defendes my sleepes by night, or gardes my rest: With flete I fyshe not, nor the se I haue not backwarde prest, Nor turnde to flight with builded wall: nor wicked belly I With taxes of the people fedde: nor parcell none doth ly, Of grounde of mine beyonde the Getes: and Parthians fa about: Nor worshiped with francausence I am, nor (Ioue she out) My Aulters decked are: nor none in toppe of house doth stande In garden treese, nor kyndled yet with helpe of eche mans hande, The bathes dooe smoke: nor yet are dayes in slouthfull slumbers led, Nor nightes paste foorth in watche and wine, without the rest of bed. We nothyng feare, the house is safe without the hydden knyfe, And poore estate the sweetenes feeles, of rest and quyet lyfe. Greate kyngdome is to be content, without the same to lyue. Yet shoulde it not refused be, if god the kyngdome gyue. Not yet desyerd it ought to be. your brother byddꝭ you rayne. Bydds he? the more is to be fearde: there lurketh there some trayne. From whens it fell, yet pietie is woonte to turne at lengthe: And loue vnfaynde, repayres agayn his erste omitted strengthe. Dothe Atreus then his brother loue? eche Ursa fyrst on hye, The seas shall washe, and swellyng surge of seas of Sylye Shall rest and all asswaged be, and corne to rypenes growe In botome of Ionian seas, and darkest night shall showe And spreade the light about the soyle: the waters with the fyre, The lyfe with death, the wynde with seas, shall frendshyp fyrst requyre, And be at league. of what deceite are you so dreadfull here? Of euery chone: what ende at length myght I prouide of feare? In all he can he hateth me. to you what hurt can he? As for my selfe I nothyng dread: you lyttle babes make me Afrayde of him. dreade ye to be beguylde when caught ye are? To late it is to shoon the trayne in myddle of the snare. But goe we on, this (father) is to you my last request.