Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
For lo how many else together run, That for our ruin wonderfully thirst. Where do you think that we should then begin And exercise hostility at first? Though we ourselves in strangers thrones install, And having Asia to subjection brought: Make Nilus, Indus, and Euphrates thrall, Yet all those victories would serve for nought. Whilst martial Macedon living free, The spring that still will power new armies forth, Doth not acknowledge you her king to be, Nor hath not proved your military worth. To those that would pursue a Prince in arms, His chiefest realm the greatest vantage gives: Where if the war hold out, 'tis with his harms, Since that within his bowels th'enemy lives. And wars protracted with a people's loss, Do from their sovereign alienate their love: They lose their hearts whom fortune once doth cross, And foiled at home can nowhere else remove. He that hath Macedon, hath the best, Which of our Monarchy the Mistress is: That conquered hath courageously the rest, And but depends on Mars as only his. If you were Lord of that undaunted soil, And by Olympias countenanced but a while: straight from Antipater all would recoil, And him as traitor to the state exile. To you that are a Macedonian borne, If matched with Cleopatra great in powers: The Macedonians gladly would be sworn, And if commanding them, than all were yours. Yet this opinion partly I disprove, Which would not (as you think) our troubles end: For if that we from hence our force remove, And to the Aemathian bounds directly tend. There must at first a doubtful war be proved, With those brave bands whose valour is well known: Of whom Craterus dearly is beloved, That bound t'antipater are all his own. And though indeed as kindly to those parts, My friendship is affected to by some: Yet others have preoccupied their hearts, And will discredit us before we come. Then whilst that we the Macedonians boast, And leave those realms unarmed that else are ours: straight Ptolomie, when strengthened is his host, May enter Asia and supplant our powers. I by my judgement willingly would take, The course that seems to make our state most sure: It dangerous is t'have foes behind our back, That unawares our ruin may procure. My purpose is, though yet to none made known, That Egypt first shall burdened be with war: For if that Ptolomie were once o'erthrown, Then that from Greece all hope of help would bar. Hold still with you those of the sacred blood, Whom to protect you always must pretend: The countenance of the great may do much good, Whom still though weak, the world delights t'attend. LEt sorrow then even tyrannize my soul, Whose rage with reason now no measure keeps: What of my tears the torrent can control, Since flowing from afflictions deepest deeps?
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
For loe how many elſe together runne, That for our ruine wonderfully thirſt. Where do you think that we ſhould then begin And exerciſe hoſtility at firſt? Though we our ſelues in ſtrangers thrones inſtal, And hauing Aſia to ſubiection brought: Make Nilus, Indus, and Euphrates thrall, Yet all thoſe victories would ſerue for nought. Whilſt martiall Macedonie liuing free, The ſpring that ſtill will powre new armies forth, Doth not acknowledge you her king to be, Nor hath not proou'd your militarie worth. To thoſe that would purſue a Prince in armes, His chiefeſt realme the greateſt vantage giues: Where if the warre hold out, t'is with his harmes, Since that within his bowells th'enemy liues. And warres protracted with a peoples loſſe, Doe from their ſoueraigne alienate their loue: They loſe their hearts whom fortune once doth croſſe, And foild at home can no where elſe remoue. He that hath Macedonie, hath the beſt, Which of our Monarchie the Miſtreſſe is: That conquerd hath couragiouſly the reſt, And but depends on Mars as onely his. If you were Lord of that vndaunted ſoile, And by Olympias conntenaunc'd but a while: Strait from Antipater all would recoile, And him as traitor to the ſtate exile. To you that are a Macedonian borne, If match'd with Cleopatra great in powres: The Macedonians gladly would be ſworne, And if commaunding them, then all were yours. Yet this opinion partly I diſprooue, Which would not (as you thinke) our troubles end: For if that we from hence our force remooue, And to the Aemathian bounds directly tend. There muſt at firſt a doubtfull warre be proou'd, With thoſe braue bands whoſe valour is well knowne: Of whom Craterus deerely is belou'd, That bound t'Antipater are all his owne. And though indeede as kindely to thoſe parts, My friendſhip is affected to by ſome: Yet others haue preoccupi'd their harts, And will diſcredite vs before we come. Then whilſt that we the Macedonians boaſt, And leaue thoſe realmes vnarm'd that elſe are ours: Strait Ptolomie, when ſtrengthned is his hoſte, May enter Aſia and ſupplant our powres. I by my iudgement willingly would take, The courſe that ſeemes to make our ſtate moſt ſure: It dangerous is t'haue foes behind our backe, That vnawares our ruine may procure. My purpoſe is, though yet to none made knowne, That Egipt firſt ſhall burdend be with warre: For if that Ptolomie were once orethrowne, Then that from Greece all hope of help would barre. Hold ſtill with you thoſe of the ſacred blood, Whom to protect you alwayes muſt pretend: The countnance of the great may doe much good, Whome ſtill though weake, the world delights t'attend. LEt ſorrow then euen tyrannize my ſoule, Whoſe rage with reaſon now no meaſure keepes: What of my teares the torrent can controule, Since flowing from afflictions deepeſt deeps?