Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
As summers beauties must decay, And can give nought except the grave, Though all things do to harm him what they can, No greater enemy than himself to man: Whilst oft environed with his foes That threatened death on every side, Great Caesar parted from repose, As Atlas underneath the stars Did of a world the weight abide. But since a prey t'excessive pride, More than by all the former wars, He now by it doth harmed remain And of his fortune doth defied Made rich by many a nation's wrack, He breaking through the liquid bars, In Neptune's arms his minion forced, Yet still pursued new hopes in vain. Ah, would th'ambitious looking back, Of their inferiors knowledge take, They from huge cares might be divorced, Whilst viewing few more wealth attain, And many more than they to lack. Lo, th'only plague from men that rest doth reave, Is valuing what they want, not what they have. Since thus the great themselves involve In such a labyrinth of cares, Whence none to scape can well resolve, But by degrees is forward led Through waves of hopes, rocks of despairs: Let us avoid ambitions snares, And far from storms by envy bred, Still seek securely a humble rest, With minds where no proud thought repairs, That in vain shadows doth delight: Thus may our fancies still be fed With that which Nature freely gives. Let us iniquity detest, And hold but what we owe of right, Th'eyes treasure is th'all-circling light: Not that vain pomp for which th'earth strives, Whose glory but a poisonous pest, T'o'erthrow the soul delights the sight, Ease comes with ease where all by pain buy pain: Rest we in peace, by war let others reign. NOw, Brutus now, we need no more to doubt, Nor with blind hopes our judgement to suspend: Lo, all our expectations are worn out, For now it's time t'attempt, and not t'attend. Th'imperious people that did th'earth appall, Ah vanquished by their victories at last, Are by their too much liberty made thrall, Since all their strength but serves themselves to cast. And we that once seemed borne t'aim at great things, Of the world's mistress mighty minions once, That might have laboured to give laws to kings, Laws from a king, must look for now with groans. For such of Caesar is the monstrous pride, That though he domineers else at this hour, And to his clients kingdoms doth divide, With an unlimited tyrannic power. Yet of Dictator he disdains the name, And seeks a tyrant's title with the place: Not for his honour, no, but for our shame, As only bent to brag of our disgrace. I thought to see that man (as others are) Walk reappareled with a private gown, As one that had unwillingly made war T'hold up himself, not to cast others down. So Silla, though more inhuman than he, Whilst having all to what his heart aspired, The sovereignty resigned, and set Rome free When all such expectation was expired.
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As ſommers beauties muſt decay, And can giue nought except the graue, Though all things doe to harme him what they can, No greater enemie then himſelfe to man: Whilſt oft enuiron'd with his foes That threatned death on euery ſide, Great Caeſar parted from repoſe, As Atlas vnderneath the ſtarres Did of a world the weight abide. But ſince a prey t'exceſsiue pride, More then by all the former warres, He now by it doth harmde remaine And of his fortune doth defide Made rich by many a Nations wrack, He breaking through the liquid barres, In Neptunes armes his minion forc'd, Yet ſtill purſude new hopes in vaine. Ah, would th'ambitious looking backe, Of their inferiours knowledge take, They from huge cares might be deuorc'd, Whilſt veiwing few more wealth attaine, And many more than they to lacke. Lo, th'only plague from men that reſt doth reaue, Is valuing what they want, not what they haue. Since thus the great themſelues inuolue In ſuch a laborinth of cares, Whence none to ſcape can well reſolue, But by degrees is forward led Through waues of hopes, rockes of diſpaires: Let vs anoyd ambitions ſnares, And farre from ſtormes by enuie bred, Still ſeeke ſecurely a humble reſt, With mindes where no prowd thought repaires, That in vaine ſhadowes doth delight: Thus may our fancies ſtill be fed With that which Nature freely giues. Let vs iniquitie deteſt, And hold but what we owe of right, Th'eyes treaſure is th'al-circling light: Not that vaine pompe for which th'earth ſtriues, Whoſe glory but a poyſnous peſt, T'orethrow the ſoule delights the ſight, Eaſe comes with eaſe where all by paine buy paine: Reſt we in peace, by warre let others raigne. NOw, Brutus now, we need no more to doubt, Nor with blind hopes our iudgement to ſuſpend: Lo, all our exſpectations are worne out, For now it's time t'attempt, and not t'attend. Th'imperious people that did th'earth appall, Ah vanquiſhde by their victories at laſt, Are by their too much libertie made thrall, Since all their ſtrength but ſerues themſelues to caſt. And we that once ſeemd borne t'aime at great things, Of the worlds miſtreſſe mightie minions once, That might haue labor'd to giue lawes to kings, Lawes from a king, muſt looke for now with grones. For ſuch of Caeſar is the monſtrous pride, That though he domineers elſe at this houre, And to his clients kingdomes doth diuide, With an vnlimitd tyrranicke power. Yet of Dictator he diſdaines the name, And ſeekes a tyrants title with the place: Not for his honour, no, but for our ſhame, As onely bent to bragge of our diſgrace. I thought to ſee that man (as others are) Walke reapparrel'd with a priuate gowne, As one that had vnwillingly made warre T'hold vp himſelfe, not to caſt others downe. So Silla, though more inhumane then he, Whilſt hauing all to what his heart aſpirde, The ſoueraigntie reſign'd, and ſet Rome free When all ſuch exſpectation was expirde.