Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
Whilst Aeolus and Neptune joined in all, With winds and waves beat th'earth and boast the skies: The tumbling mountains do not rise and fall, Though each of them another doth surprise; As do th'aspiring potentates with doubt, tossed through the waving world on stormy thorns, That are as in a circle hurled about, Ascending and descending both at once. Lo, some whose hope would by their birth have seemed Within the compass of contempt confined: Have from the vulgar yoke themselves redeemed, To do far more than such could have designed. And some to whom the heavens mishaps will give, Though on their breath the breath of thousands hangs Lo, whiles brought low, cannot have leave to live, Made less than subjects, that were more than kings. Thus some without appearance do procure, The most respected place where greatness stays: And some whose states seemed once t'all eyes secure, Thrown from their fortune's height lose glorious bays. My father, lo, t'attain th'imperial place, Marched through impossibilities of late: And greater than the greatest, for a space, Was Monarch of the Macedonian state. But I his son, that as some would suppose, Might keep with ease, that which he got with pain: Can by no means my restless thoughts repose, Such raging tyrants over my fancies reign. And yet I think you have an easy part, To whom your father did his state resign: For it may make you smile that made him smart, Some press the grape, and others drink the wine. I'll not believe that ever any ill, Was bred for me within my father's breast; Since children must suppose their parents will, (Though seeming bad) still purposed for the best. And yet my father's ghost must pardon me, Though when from us he minded to remove: I think the tenor of his last decree, Show lack of judgement, or at least of love. For what base course had ever been begun, To make me seem unworthy of his place, That he preferred a stranger to his son, And sought t'obscure the glory of his race. Thus since in such a sort he did neglect, The son that should his name from death exempt: As disregarded for some great defect, All other men may have me in contempt. But ere his age expire th'expected date, He saw my brows with Laurel boughs arrayed: And spied my skill in war, and wit in state, Which grew as much as th'other man's decayed. Nor can my courage so be brought to bow, But Polispercon shall experience soon: That in my father's will, I will allow, Not what he did, but what he should have done. And since by him high dignities were won, I mind to prosecute what he began: For such a father's greatness from his son, Takes the security of a private man.
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Whilſt Eolus and Neptune ioyn'd in all, With windes and waues beat th'earth and boſt the skies: The tumbling mountaines doe not riſe and fall, Though ech of them another doth ſurpriſe; As do th'aſpiring potentates with doubt, Toſſd through the wauing world on ſtormie thornes, That are as in a circle hurlde about, Aſcending and diſcending both at once. Lo, ſome whoſe hope would by their birth haue ſeem'd Within the compaſſe of contempt confinde: Haue from the vulgar yoke themſelues redeemde, To doefarre more than ſuch could haue deſign'd. And ſome to whom the heauens miſhaps will giue, Though on their breath the breath of thouſands hings Lo, whiles brought low, cannot haue leaue to liue, Made leſſe then ſubiects, that were more than kings. Thus ſome without appearance do procure, The moſt reſpected place where greatnes ſtayes: And ſome whoſe ſtates ſeem'd once t'all eyes ſecure, Thrown from their fortunes height loſe glorious bayes. My father, lo, t'attaine th'imperiall place, March'd through impoſſibilities of late: And greater then the greateſt, for a ſpace, Was Monarch of the Macedonian ſtate. But I his ſonne, that as ſome would ſuppoſe, Might keep with eaſe, that which he got with paine: Can by no meanes my reſtles thoughts repoſe, Such raging tyrants ouer my fancies raigne. And yet I thinke you haue an eaſie part, To whom your father did his ſtate reſigne: For it may make you ſmile that made him ſmart, Some preſſe the grape, and others drinke the wine. Ile not beleeue that euer any ill, Was bred for me within my fathers breaſt; Since children muſt ſuppoſe their parents will, (Though ſeeming bad) ſtill purpoſde for the beſt. And yet my fathers ghoſt muſt pardon me, Though when from vs he minded to remoue: I thinke the tenor of his laſt decree, Shew lacke of iudgement, or at leaſt of loue. For what baſe courſe had euer bin begun, To make me ſeeme vnworthy of his place, That he preferr'd a ſtranger to his ſonne, And ſought t'obſcure the glory of his race. Thus ſince in ſuch a ſort he did neglect, The ſonne that ſhould his name from death exempt: As diſ-regarded for ſome great defect, All other men may haue me in contempt. But ere his age expirde th'expected date, He ſaw my browes with Laurell boughes arrai'd: And ſpi'd my skill in warre, and wit in ſtate, Which grew as much as th'other mans decai'd. Nor can my courage ſo be brought to bow, But Poliſpercon ſhall experience ſoone: That in my fathers wil1, I will allow, Not what he did, but what he ſhould haue done. And ſince by him high dignities were wonne, I mind to proſecute what he began: For ſuch a fathers greatneſſe from his ſonne, Takes the ſecuritie of a priuate man.