Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Yet guilty thoughts torment me most of all. No sprite can be by plaguing Furies pinned, (Though charged without with snakes, within with gall) As by the slings of a remording mind. If it be true that drowsy Lethe's streams Drown in oblivions deeps all things at last, There let me bury far from Phoebus beams The loathed remembrance of my Labours past. What strange adventures now Distract distressed minds, With such most monstrous storms? When silence seems t'allow The peace that Nature finds, And that tumultuous winds Do not disturb with storms, An universal rest: When Morpheus hath repressed, Th'impetuous course of cares, And with a soft skepe binds Those tyrants of the breast, That would spread forth most dangerous snares, T'involve th'afflicted in despairs. Huge horrors then arise, Which th'elements do mar, With most disastrous signs; Armed squadrons in the Skies, With Lances thrown from far, Do make a monstrous war, Whilst Fury nought confines: The dragon's vomit fire, And make the stars retire Out of their orbs for fear: Some of those warriors are To satisfy their ire, That th'azure buildings not forbear, But seem the crystal Towers to tear. Amidst the air fierce blasts Do boast with blustering sounds, T'undo this mighty frame, Which (whilst the tempest lasts) Doth rent the stately rounds, To signify what wounds straight t'all her offsprings shame, Shall burst th'earth's veins with blood. And this all-circling flood (As 'twere the heavens to drown) Doth pass th'appointed bounds, And all the scaly brood, Rear roaring Neptune's foamy crown, Whilst th'earth for fear seems to sink down. Those that th'earth charged, what horror? Their ashy lodgings leave, To re-enjoy the light, Or else some panic terror Our judgement doth bereave, Whilst first we misconceive, And so prejudge the sight; Or in the Body's stead, The genius of the dead Turns back from Styx again, Which Dis will not receive, Till it a while engendering dread; Give whilst it doth on th'earth remain, To others fear, and to't self pain. These fearful signs foreshow, The doubtful world t'appall, What plagues are to succeed; When death had laid him low, That first had made us thrall, We heard that straight his fall, Our liberty would breed: But this proves no relief For many (O what grief) The place of one supply; And we must suffer all; Thus was our comfort brief: For rarely doth th'usurper die, But others will his fortune try. WHat eye not big with tears can view this host? Which hath in one (ah) as the end doth prove? A King, a Captain, and a Brother lost: Crowned, followed, tried, by right, for worth, in love. I think amongst us all there is not one, Whom diverse favours do not justly bind, T'appease that Heroes ghost, though from us gone, With all th'oblations of a thankful mind.
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Yet guiltie thoughts torment me moſt of all. No ſprite can be by plaging Furies pind, (Though charg'd without with ſnakes, within with gall) As by the ſlings of a remording minde. If it be true that drowſie Laethes ſtreams Drowne in obliuions deepes all things at laſt, There let me burie farre from Phoebus beames The loath'd remembrance of my Labours paſt. What ſtrange aduentures now Diſtract diſtreſſed mindes, With ſuch moſt monſtrous ſtormes? When ſilence ſeemes t'allow The peace that Nature findes, And that tumultuous windes Doe not disturbe with ſtormes, An vniuer ſall reſt: When Morpheus hath repreſt, Th'impetuous courſe of cares, And with a ſoft ſkepe bndes Thoſe tyrants of the breaſt, That would ſpread foorth moſt dangerous ſnares, T'inuo'ue th'afflicted in diſpaires. Huge horrours then ariſe, Which th'elements doe marre, With moſt diſaſtrous ſignes; Arm'd ſqúadorns in the Skies, With Launces throwne from farre, Doe make a monſtrous warre, Whilſt Furie nought confines: The Dragons vomite fire, And make the ſtarres retire Out of their orbes for feare: Some of thoſe warriors are To ſatifie their ire, That th'azure buildings not forbeare, But ſeeme the cristall Towres to teare. Amidſt the aire fierce blasts Doe boast with blustring ſounds, T'vndoe this mightie frame, Which (whilſt the tempest lasts) Doth rent the ſtately roundes, To ſignifie what woundes Strait t'all her of-ſprings ſhame, Shall burst th'earths veines with blood. And this all-circkling flood (As t'were the heauens to drowne) Doth paſſe th'appointed bounds, And all the ſcalie broode, Reare roaring Neptunes foamie crowne, Whilſt th'earth for feare ſeemes to ſincke downe. Thoſe that th'earth chargde, what horrour? Theyr aſhie lodgings leaue, To re-enioy the light, Or elſe ſome panicke terror Our iudgement doth bereaue, Whilſt firſt we miſconceiue, And ſo preiudge the ſight; Or in the bodies ſteade, The genius of the dead Turnes backe from Stix againe, Which Dis will not receaue, Till it a while engendring dread; Giue whilſt it doth on th'earth remaine, To others feare, and to't ſelfe paine. Theſe fearefull ſignes foreſhow, The doubtfull world t'appall, What plagues are to ſucceede; When death had layd him low, That firſt had made vs thrall, We heard that ſtrait his fall, Our libertie would breede: But this prooues no reliefe For many (O what griefe) The place of one ſupplie; And we must ſuffer all; Thus was our comfort briefe: For rarelie doth th'vſurper die, But others will his fortune trie. WHateie not big with teares can view this hoſt? Which hath in one (ah) as the end doth proue? A King, a Captaine, and a Brother loſt: Crown'd, follow'd, tride, by right, for worth, in loue. I thinke amongſt vs all there is not one, Whom diuerſe fauours do not iuſtly binde, T'appeaſe that Heroes ghoſt, though from vs gone, With all th'oblations of a thankfull minde.