Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
And do forget how he (a wondrous case) Did violate the tribune ship t'our scorn, Which our forefathers (free) in time of peace, advisedly had inviolable sworn. Did he not once appropriate (swollen with wrath) The public treasure to his private use, And to the sacred Tribune threatened death, That did resist, grieved at so great abuse? tween Romans and a tyrant what avails A covenant whilst right rests trod on thus? Who can build further when the ground first fails? Could we save him that sought to ruin us? So absolutely good no man remains, Whose natural weakness never him beguiles, Even virtues die from vice may take some stains, And worthy minds foul imperfections whiles. As in fine fruits or weeds fat earth abounds, Even as the labourers spend or spare their pain, The greatest sprites disdaining vulgar bounds, Of what they seek the highest height must gain. They, that the crown of glory may b'enjoyed, As only borne to be in action still, Had rather be (than idle) evil employed, Great sprites must do great good, or then great ill. The glorious Sun that golden rays do arm, The treasure of the world that doth most good, Whilst on a time misgoverned did much harm, Till th'overbold Coachman fell amidst a flood. Then whilst he by the rules of reason lived, When lawfully elected by the State, What glorious deeds by Caesar were achieved, Which all the world as wonders must relate. But when of right he buried all respects, As blind ambition had bewitched his mind, What harm ensued by pitiful effects. We at the first, he at the last did find. Whilst like Narcissus with himself in love, He with our bondage banqueted his sight, And for a while uncertain joys to prove, Would sauce with all our sorrows his delight, How could such gallant virtuous men as those, That of their country's weal are jealous still, But stoutly to all storms their states expose, So th'author of their infamy to kill? But since our freedom flows from Caesar's blood, Let us embrace that which too long we lack, Peace gives to justice power, and it t'all good, Where war breeds wrong, and wrong all kind of wrack. This city hath experienced with great pain, Th'all-burdening troubles of intestine strife, Which by her ruins registered remain, Since first the Gracchi gave contention life. When Silla once and Marius (mad through pride) Seemed but to strive who most tyrannic proved, What memorable miseries were tried From Romans minds can never be removed. Then last by Caesar and his son in law, What thousands ghosts to Pluto were dispatched? Ah that the world those hosts divided saw, Which joined in one no world of worlds had matched. Yet with this wit that we have dearly bought, Let us abhor th'appearance of such broils, Lest when we have ourselves to ruin brought, In end Barbarians bear away our spoils.
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And doe forget how he (a wondrous caſe) Did violate the tribune ſhip t'our ſcorne, Which our forefathers (free) in time of peace, Aduiſdly had inuiolable ſworne. Did he not once appropriate (ſwolne with wrath) The publike treaſure to his priuate vſe, And to the ſacred Tribune threatned death, That did reſiſt, grieu'd at ſo great a'abuſe? Tweene Romans and a tyrant what auailes A couenant whilſt right reſts troad on thus? Who can build further when the ground firſt failes? Could we ſaue him that ſought to ruine vs? So abſolutely good no man remaines, Whoſe naturall weakeneſſe neuer him beguiles, Euen vertues die from vice may take ſome ſtaines, And worthy mindes foule imperfections whiles. As in fine fruits or weeds fat earth abounds, Euen as the laborers ſpend or ſpare their paine, The greateſt ſprites diſdaining vulgar bounds, Of what they ſeeke the higheſt height muſt gaine. They, that the crowne of glory may b'enioyd, As onely borne to be in action ſtill, Had rather be (than idle) euill employd, Great ſprites muſt doe great good, or then great ill. The glorious Sunne that golden raies doe arme, The treaſure of the world that doth moſt good, Whilſt on a time miſgouernd did much harme, Till th'ouerbold Coach-man fell amidſt a flood. Then whilſt he by the rules of reaſon liu'd, When lawfully elected by the State, What glorious deedes by Caeſar were atchiu'd, Which all the world as wonders muſt relate. But when of right he buried all reſpects, As blind ambition had bewitcht his minde, What harme enſude by pittifull effects. We at the firſt, he at the laſt did finde. Whilſt like Narciſſus with himſelfe in loue, He with our bondage banqueted his ſight, And for a while vncertaine ioyes to proue, Would ſawce with all our ſorrowes his delight, How could ſuch gallant vertuous men as thoſe, That of their countries weale are iealous ſtill, But ſtowtly to all ſtormes their ſtates expoſe, So th'authour of their infamy to kill? But ſince our freedome flowes from Caeſars blood, Let vs imbrace that which too long we lacke, Peace giues to Iuſtice powre, and it t'all good, Where war breeds wrong, and wrong al kind of wracke. This cittie hath experienc'd with great paine, Th'all-burdning troubles of inteſtine ſtrife, Which by her ruines regiſtred remaine, Since firſt the Gracchi gaue contention life. When Silla once and Marius (mad through pride) Seemd but to ſtriue who moſt tyrannicke prou'd, What memorable miſeries were tride From Romans mindes can neuer be remou'd. Then laſt by Caeſar and his ſonne in lawe, What thouſands ghoſts to Pluto were diſpatchd? Ah that the world thoſe hoſts diuided ſawe, Which ioynd in one no world of worlds had matchd. Yet with this wit that we haue dearely bought, Let vs abhorre th'apparance of ſuch broiles, Leſt when we haue our ſelues to ruine brought, In end Barbarians beare away our ſpoyles.