Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
And did such monstrous cruelties commit: In plaguing Philip, and his Lady of late. Lo, now being brought to taste the like estate, Must take such entertainment as she gave. And it's good reason that it should be so; Such measure as we give we must receive, Whilst on a throne she did superbly sit, And with disdainful eyes looked on her foe, As but being vanquished by her power and wit. Not mindful of th'inevitable fate. O, th' immortals that command above, Of every state in hand the rudder have: And as they lie, can make us stay or go: The grief of others should us greatly move, As those that sometime may like fortune prove. But as experience with rare proofs hath shown, Do look on others, we have Linx-his eyes: Whilst we would have their imperfections known, Yet like blind Moles can never mark our own. Such clouds of self-regard do dim our sight, Why should we be puffed up by o'enemy fall? Since what the day doth on another light, The same the morrow may our state surprise. Those that on this inconstant constant ball, Do live environed with th'all-circling skies, Have many means whereby to be o'erthrown, And why should dying worldlings swollen with wroth, So tyrannize over an afflicted wight? Since miseries are common unto all, Let none be proud that draws a doubtful breath; Good hap attends but few still till their death. LOng have I now enured th'eyes of my mind, On nature's labours curiously to look: And of all creatures finding forth the kind, Strange wonders read in th'universal book. I mark the world by contraries maintained, Whose harmony doth most subsist by strife: Whilst of all things within the same contained, The death of one still gives another life. But as all things are subject unto change, That partners are of th'elemental powers: So rolled about with revolutions strange, The state of man rests constant but few hours, For what doth fame more frequently report, Then of our sudden rising; and our falls? I think the world is but a tennis-court, Where men are tossde by fortune as her balls. And never any age showed more than this, The wavering state of soul-ennobled wights; That soar too high to seize on th'airy bliss, Whilst lowest falls attend the highest flights. The matchless Monarch that was borne it seemed, To show how high mortality attains: Hath not from death the adored flesh redeemed, But pain hath made an end of all his pains. And these brave bands that furnished fame with breath, Whilst all the world their valorous deeds did spy: Rest now confounded (since their sovereign's death) Like Poliphemus having lost his eye: And they are like that teeth-engendered brood, That took their life out of a monster dead: Whiles each of them pursues for other's blood, Since the great Dragon's death that was their head.
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And did ſuch monſtrous cruelties commit: In plaging Philip, and his Ladie of late. Lo, now being brought to taſte the like eſtate, Muſt take ſuch entertainment as ſhe gaue. And it's good reaſon that it ſhould be ſo; Such meaſure as we giue we muſt receiue, Whilſt on a throne ſhe did ſuperblie ſit, And with diſdainefull eyes look'd on her foe, As but being vanquiſh'd by her powre and wit. Not mindefull of th'ineuitable fate. O, th' Imortalls that command aboue, Of euery ſtate in hand the rudder haue: And as they lie, can make vs ſtay or goe: The griefe of others ſhould vs greatly mooue, As thoſe that ſometime may like fortune prooue. But as experience with rare proofes hath ſhowne, Do looke on others, we haue Linx-his eyes: Whilſt we would haue their imperfections knowne, Yet like blinde Moles can neuer marke our owne. Such clouds of ſelfe-regarde doe dim our ſight, Why ſhould we be puffde vp by a'cnemies fall? Since what the day doth on another light, The ſame the morrow may our ſtate ſurpriſe. Thoſe that on this inconſtant conſtant ball, Do liue enuiron'd with th'all-circkling skies, Haue many meanes whereby to be ore-throwne, And why ſhould dying wordlings ſwolne with wroth, So tyrranize ouer an afflicted wight? Since miſeries are common vnto all, Let none be prowd that drawes a doubtfull breath; Good hap attends but few ſtill till their death. LOng haue I now invr'd th'eyes of my minde, On natures labors curiouſly to looke: And of all creatures finding foorth the kinde, Strange wonders read in th'vniuerſall booke. I marke the world hy contraries maintainde, Whoſe harmonie doth moſt ſubſiſt by ſtrife: Whilſt of all things within the ſame containde, The death of one ſtill giues another life. But as all things are ſubiect vnto change, That partners are of th'elementall powres: So rould about with reuolutions ſtrange, The ſtate of man reſts conſtant but few howres, For what doth fame more frequently report, Then of our ſodaine riſing; and our falls? I thinke the world is but a tennis-court, Where men are toſſde by fortune as her balls. And neuer any age ſhewde more than this, The wauering ſtate of ſoule-ennobled wights; That ſoare too high to ſeaze on th'ayrie bliſſe, Whilſt loweſt falles attend the higheſt flights. The matchleſſe Monarch that was borne it ſeem'd, To ſhew how high mortalitie attaines: Hath not from death the adored fleſh redeem'd, But paine hath made an end of all his paines. And theſe braue bands that furniſht fame with beath, Whilſt all the world their valorous deedes did ſpie: Reſt now confounded (ſince their ſoueraignes death) Like Poliphemus hauing loſt his eye: And they are like that teeth-ingendred brood, That tooke their life out of a monſter dead: Whiles ech of them purſues for others blood, Since the great Drag ons death that was their head.