Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Yet this no doubt a great regard should breed, When Nature hath brought forth a monstrous birth, Where men in secret characters may read, The wrath of heaven, and wickedness of earth. The Naturalists, and th'Astrologians skill, May whiles rencountering manifest like care, Since th'one looks back, and th'other forward still, Th'one may tell what, and th'other why things are. Shall sorrow through the waves of woes to sail Have still your tears for seas, your sighs for winds, t'affliction what do base complaints avail? A higher course becomes heroic minds. None are o'ercomed save only those that yield, Though they from froward fortune blows have borne. Let Virtue be t'adversity a shield, No greater grief to grief than th'enemies scorn. This makes your foes but laugh to see you weep; At least these tears but for yourself bestow, And not for that great sprite, whose spoils heavens keep, For he no doubt rests deified ere now. I only wail my life, and not his death, That now amongst th'immortals doth repose, And shall so long as I have blood or breath, To furnish forth those elements of woes. I care not who rejoice, so I lament, That do to darkness dedicate my days, And since the light of my delight is spent, Shall have in horror all Apollo's rays. I will retire myself to wail alone, As do the trusty Turtles for their mates, And my misfortune always bent to moan, Will spurn at pleasures, as empoisoned baits. No second guest shall press great Caesar's bed, Warmed by the flames to which he first gave life, I think there may be greater honour had, Being Caesar's widow, than another's wife. This had afforded comfort for my harms, If I (ere chanced abandoned thus to be,) Had had a little Caesar in mine arms, That represented had his sire to me. Yet doth that idol which my thoughts adore, With me of late most strictly match remain, For where my arms but held him whiles before, Now in my heart I shall him still retain. That (though I have no precious things t'impart) Thy deity may by me b'acknowledged oft, Still offering up my thoughts upon my heart, My sacred flame shall always mount aloft. WHat fools are those that do repose their trust, On what this mass of misery affords? And bragging but of th'excrements of dust, Of lifeless treasures labour to be lords: Which like the Syrens songs, or Circe's charms, With shadows of delight hide certain harms. Ah whilst they sport on pleasures icy ground, Oft poisoned by prosperity with pride, A sudden fall doth floating joys confound, Of those that stumble after th'eyeless guide, That so inconstantly herself doth bear, To hope th'unhappy, happy have cause to fear. The fortunate that bathe in floods of joys, To perish whiles amidst their pleasures chance, And mirthless wretches wallowing in annoys, Oft by adversity themselves advance: Whilst fortune bent to mock vain worldlings ears Doth change despairs in hopes, hopes in despairs.
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Yet this no doubt a great regard ſhould breed, When Nature hath brought forth a monſtrous birth, Where men in ſecret characters may reade, The wrath of heauen, and wickedneſſe of earth. The Naturaliſts, and th'Aſtrologians skill, May whiles r'encountring manifeſt like care, Since th'one lookes backe, and th'other forward ſtill, Th'one may tell what, and th'other why things are. Shall ſorrow through the waues of woes to ſaile Haue ſtill your teares for ſeas, your ſighs for windes, T'affliction what do baſe complaints auaile? A higher courſe becomes heroicke mindes. None are orecom'd ſaue onely thoſe that yeelde, Though they from froward fortune blowes haue borne. Let Vertue be t'Aduerſitie a ſhield, No greater griefe to griefe than th'enemies ſcorne. This makes your foes but laugh to ſee you weepe; At leaſt theſe teares but for your ſelfe beſtow, And not for that great ſprite, whoſe ſpoils heauens keep, For he no doubt reſts deified ere now. I onely waile my life, and not his death, That now amongſt th'immortalls doth repoſe, And ſhall ſo long as I haue blood or breath, To furniſh forth thoſe elements of woes. I care not who reioyce, ſo I lament, That do to darkenes dedicate my daies, And ſince the light of my delight is ſpent, Shall haue in horror all Apolloes raies. I will retire my ſelfe to waile alone, As do the truſtie Turtles for their mates, And my misfortune alwayes bent to mone, Will ſpurne at pleaſures, as empoiſond baites. No ſecond gueſt ſhall preſſe great Caeſars bed, Warmd by the flames to which he firſt gaue life, I thinke there may be greater honour had, Being Caeſars widow, than anothers wife. This had afforded comfort for my harmes, If I (ere chancde abandond thus to be,) Had had a little Caeſar in mine armes, That repreſented had his ſire to me. Yet doth that idoll which my thoughts adore, With me of late moſt ſtrictly match remaine, For where my armes but held him whiles before, Now in my heart I ſhall him ſtill retaine. That (though I haue no pretious things t'impart) Thy deity may by me b'acknowledgde oft, Still offring vp my thoughts vpon my hart, My ſacred flame ſhall alwayes mount aloft. WHat fooles are thoſe that do repoſe their truſt, On what this maſſe of miſerie affords? And bragging but of th'excrements of duſt, Of lifeleſſe treaſures labour to be lords: Which like the Syrens ſongs, or Circes charmes, With ſhadows of delight hide certaine harmes. Ah whilſt they ſport on pleaſures icie ground, Oft poiſond by proſperitie with pride, A ſodaine fall doth floating ioyes confound, Of thoſe that ſtumble after th'eieleſſe guide, That ſo inconſtantly her ſelfe doth beare, To hope th'vnhappy, happy haue cauſe to feare. The fortunate that bathe in flouds of ioyes, To periſh whiles amidſt their pleaſures chaunce, And mirthleſſe wretches wallowing in annoyes, Oft by aduerſitie themſelues aduance: Whilſt fortune bent to mocke vain worldlings eares Doth change diſpaires in hopes, hopes in diſpaires.