Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
And when of late by Ptolomie constrained, He brought his bands with disadvantage back: How by the same his government was stained, The world can witness by his Army's wrack. But Hate being judge, each error seems a crime, Then whilst the present aggravates what's gone: His soldiers moved by fortune, and the time, Did by his death venge all their wrongs in one. As nought smells well to a distempered taste, So to conceits preoccupied before: Even good seems bad in them that they detest, Men must mislike when they can like no more. To you that loathed Perdiccas and his state, What came of him could never yet seem good: And I not wonder though your soul did hate One that had right and power to take your blood. For fled from him to whom you once belonged, His trumpet still breathed terror in your ear: Then all men hate those whom they once have wronged, And by no means can love them whom, they fear. That which you speak of hate, in love I spy, Love cannot find an imperfection forth: But doth excuse, extenuate, or deny Faults where it likes, with shadows of no worth. I left Perdiccas, but did him no wrong, That first to take my life all means did prove: I told t'antipater, how he so long Had been abused by a pretended love. For as I frankly love, whilst loved again, If me the ingrate ingrately do acquit: Straight kindling fury with a just disdain, I by love past proportion, than my hate. And yet Eumenes, I commend thy mind, That to defend thy friend hast proved so free; And since in love so constantly inclined, I would contract a friendship firm with thee. Then where that now thy state hath been brought low, Since spoiled of him in whom thou didst repose: Whilst aided by our power thou great may grow, And raise thy hopes of kingdoms to dispose. I'll be your friend, whilst friend to right you rest, For without virtue friendship is but vain; Which cannot build in a polluted breast, Whose impious thoughts do sacred things profane. So long as th'oath is kept that once was sworn, Both t'Alexander's self, and t'all his race, Still shall this sword for your defence be borne, But in my heart they hold the highest place. And do not thus as over one vanquished vaunt, Nor think me thralled though once by chance o'erthrown Whilst there's a world adventurers cannot want, I'll toss all states t'establish once mine own. ANd must we buy our pomp at such a rate, That bear th'authority, or whom it bears? O, O! how thorny are the ways of state, With open dangers paved and secret fears? Each of our steps is waited with some snare, Whilst from ourselves we all repose repel: And through the waves of greatness tossde with care, Do seek a haven, whose heaven is but a hell.
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And when of late by Ptolomie conſtraind, He brought his bands with diſaduantage backe: How by the ſame his gouernement was ſtaind, The world can witneſſe by his armies wracke. But Hate being iudge, each error ſeemes a crime, Then whilſt the preſent aggrauates whats gone: His ſouldiers moou'd by fortune, and the time, Did by his death venge all their wrongs in one. As noughtſmells well to a diſtemperd taſte, So to conceits preoccupied before: Euen good ſeemes bad in them that they deteſt, Men muſt miſlike when they can like no more. To you that loath'd Perdiccas and his ſtate, What came of him could neuer yet ſeeme good: And I not wonder though your ſoule did hate One that had right and powre to take your blood. For fled from him to whom you once belongd, His trumpet ſtill breath'd terror in your eare: Then all men hate thoſe whom they once haue wrong'd, And by no meanes can loue them whom, they feare. That which you ſpeake of hate, in loue I ſpy, Loue cannot finde an imperfection forth: But doth excuſe, extenuate, or denie Faults where it likes, with ſhaddowes of no woorth. I left Perdiccas, but did him no wrong, That firſt to take my life all meanes did prooue: I told t'Antipater, how he ſo long Had bin abuſde by a pretended loue. For as I frankly loue, whilſt lou'd againe, If me the ingrate ingrately do aquite: Straight kindling furie with a iuſt diſdaine, I by loue paſt proportion, then my hate. And yet Eumenes, I commend thy minde, That to defend thy friend haſt prou'd ſo free; And ſince in loue ſo conſtantly inclinde, I would contract a friendſhip firme with thee. Then where that now thy ſtate hath bin brought low, Since ſpoilde of him in whom thou didſt repoſe: Whilſt aided by our powre thou great may grow, And raiſe thy hopes of kingdomes to diſpoſe. Ile be your friend, whilſt friend to right you reſt, For without vertue friendſhip is but vaine; Which cannot build in a polluted breaſt, Whoſe impious thoughts doe ſacred things prophane. So long as th'oath is kept that once was ſworne, Both t'Alexanders ſelfe, and t'all his race, Still ſhall this ſword for your defence be borne, But in my heart they hold the higheſt place. And do not thus as ouer one vanquiſh'd vaunt, Nor think me thrall'd thogh once by chance ore-thrown Whilſt ther's a world aduenturers cannot want, Ile toſſe all ſtates t'eſtabliſh once mine owne. ANd muſt we buy our pompe at ſuch a rate, That beare th'authoritie, or whom it beares? O, O! how thornie are the wayes of ſtate, With open dangers pau'd and ſecret feares? Each of our ſteps is waited with ſome ſnare, Whilſt from our ſelues we all repoſe repell: And through the waues of greatneſſe toſſde with care, Do ſeeke a hauen, whoſe heauen is but a hell.