Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
hang but by hopes, being balanced in the air? Then when they have the port attained, That was through Seas of dangers sought, They (lo) at last but loss have gained, And by great trouble, trouble bought. There minds are married still with fears, T'engender many a jealous thought, With searching eyes and watching ears, To learn that which they grieve to know. The breast that such a burden bears, What huge afflictions toil t'o'erthrow: Thus princes are as all perceive, No more exalted than brought low, Of many a Lord, to many a slave. That idol greatness which th'earth doth adore, Is conquered with great pain, and kept with more He that to this imagined good, Did through his country's entrails tend, Neglecting friendship, duty, blood, And all on which trust can depend, Or by which love could be conceived, Doth find of what he did attend, His expectations far deceived; For since suspecting secret snares, His soul hath still of rest been reaved. Whilst squadrons of tumultuous cares, Forth from his breast extort depth groans: Thus Caesar now of life despairs, Whose hap his hope exceeded once, And who can long well keep an evil won state? Those perish must by some whom all men hate. A Regenerous Romans so degenered now, That they from honour have estranged their hands? And used with burdens do not blush to bow, Yea (though being broken) shake not off their bands. This glorious work was worthy of your pain, Whose best ye may by others dangers have, But what enchants you thus that ye abstain, That (which ye should have taken) to receive? Where be those inundations of delight, That should burst out through thoughts o'erflowed with joy, Whilst emulous virtue may your minds incite, That which we conquered have, at least t'enjoy? Or quite conformed unto your former state, Do still your minds of servitude allow, As broken by adversity of late, Not capable of better fortune now? Lo, we that by the tyrant's favour stood, And grieved but at the yoke that you outraged, Have our advancement, riches, rest, and blood, All liberally for liberty engaged. Thou like thy great progenitor in this, Hast glory to thyself, t'us freedom brought, Than liberty what greater treasure is? Small with it much, without it much seems nought. But pardon us (heroic man) though we T'a high perfection hardly can aspire, Though every man cannot a Brutus be, That which we cannot imitate, w'admire. At this strange course with too much light made blind We our opinions must suspend a space, When any sudden chance dismays the mind, The judgement to the passion first gives place, What wonder now though this most barbarous deed, Have with amazement closed your judgement in, Which O I fear shall great confusion breed, When Caesar's toils did end, Rome's did begin. The most suspicious minds had not believed, That Romans reverenced for their worth by us, Would have presumed to kill, yea, or t'have grieved, A inviolable hallowd body thus.
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Hing but by hopes, being ballanc'd in the aier? Then when they haue the port attainde, That was through Seas of dangers ſought, They (lo) at laſt but loſſe haue gainde, And by great trouble, trouble bought. There minds are married ſtill with feares, T'engender many a iealous thought, With ſearching eyes and watching eares, To learne that which they grieue to know. The breaſt that ſuch a burden beares, What huge afflictions toyle t'orethrow: Thus princes are as all perceiue, No more exalted than brought low, Of many a Lord, to many a ſlaue. That idoll greatneſſe which th'earth doth adore, Is conquerd with great paine, and kept with more He that to this imagin'd good, Did through his countries entrailes tend, Neglecting friendſhip, duety, blood, And all on which truſt can depend, Or by which loue could be conceiu'd, Doth finde of what he did attend, His exſpectations farre deceiu'd; For ſince ſuſpecting ſecret ſnares, His ſoule hath ſtill of reſt bin reau'd. Whilſt ſquadrons of tumultuous cares, Forth from his breaſt extort depth grones: Thus Caeſar now of life deſpaires, Whoſe hap his hope exceeded once, And who can long well keepe an euill wonne ſtate? Thoſe periſh muſt by ſome whome all men hate. A Regenerous Romans ſo degenerd now, That they from honor haue eſtrangde their hands? And vſde with burdens do not bluſh to bow, Yea (though being broken) ſhake not off their bands. This glorious worke was worthy of your paine, Whoſe beſt ye may by others dangers haue, But what enchaunts you thus that ye abſtaine, That (which ye ſhould haue taken) to receiue? Where be thoſe inundations of delight, That ſhould burſt out through thoughts ore-flow'd with ioy, Whilſt emulous vertue may your mindes incite, That which we conquerd haue, at leaſt t'enioy? Or quite conformd vnto your former ſtate, Do ſtill your mindes of ſeruitude allow, As broken by aduerſitie of late, Not capable of better fortune now? Loe, we that by the tyrants fauour ſtoode, And grieu'd but at the yoke that you outrag'd, Haue our aduauncement, riches, reſt, and blood, All liberally for libertie engag'd. Thou like thy great progenitour in this, Haſt glorie to thy ſelfe, t'vs freedome brought, Than libertie what greater treaſure is? Small with it much, without it much ſeemes nought. But pardon vs (heroicke man) though we T'a high perfection hardly can aſpire, Though euery man cannot a Brutus be, That which we cannot imitate, w'admire. At this ſtrange courſe with too much light made blind We our opinions muſt ſuſpend a ſpace, When any ſodaine chance diſmayes the minde, The iudgement to the paſſion firſt giues place, What wonder now though this moſt barbarous deed, Haue with amazement cloſde your iudgement in, Which O I feare ſhall great confuſion breed, When Caeſars toiles did end, Romes did begin. The moſt ſuſpitious mindes had not beleeu'd, That Romans reuerenc'd for their worth by vs, Would haue preſumde to kill, yea, or t'haue greeu'd, A inuiolable hallowd bodie thus.