Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
Rossa! Th'eternall wisdome doth not couet Of man, his strength, or reason, but his loue. And not in vaine: Since loue, of all the powres, Is it which gouernes euery thought of ours. I speake by Mustapha: For as a Father, How often deem'd I those light-iudging praises Of multitudes, whom my loue taught to flatter, Truths oracles; and Mustapha's true stories? So dearely Nature bidds our owne be lou'd: So ill a Iudge is loue of things belou'd. But is contempt the fruit of Parents care? Doth kindnesse lessen Kings authority, Teaching our Children pride, our Vassalls wit, To subiect vs, that subiect are to it? This frailty in my selfe I conquer must, And stay the false vntimely hopes it workes, Threatning the Fathers ruine in the Sonne: Many with trust, with doubt few are vndone. Sent for he is: Nor shall the painted shewes Of fame, or kindnesse longer seele mine eyes? For since he striues to vndermine my Crowne, I will as firmely watch to keepe him downe. Solyman my Lord! The knowledge who was Father To Mustapha, made me (poore silly woman) Thinke worth in blood had naturall succession: But now, I see, Ambitions mixtures may The gold of Natures elements allay. His Fame vntimely borne: Strength strangely gather'd, Honnor wonne with honoring, Greatnesse with humblenesse, (A Monarchs heire in courses popular,) Make me diuine some strange aspiring minde; Yet doubtfull; for it might be Art, or Kinde. But looke into him by his outward wayes: Persia, our old imbrued enemy, Treats of peace with the Sonne, without the Father: A Course in all Estates to Princes nice; But here much more; where he that Monarch is, Must (like the Sunne) haue no light shine, but his. The Offers; reall Crownes, or hopes of Kingdomes. What suddaine knot hath bound vp our diuisions? Made them that only fear'd our greater growing, Offer such proiects for our greater growing? " 'Tis true, that priuate thoughts may easily change: But States, whose wayes are Time; Occasion, Seate, " Hane other ends, then Chance, in all they treat. Yet be it, all the world would vs obey; In Monarchies: which surfet, more than pine; The King should iudge: Strength knowes what strength can weld: The best foundation, else may ouer-build. No, no: vpon the pitch of high attemps I see him stand, sporting with Wrong, and Feare: For Law, and Duty, both are captiues there. His hopes, the hopes of all; for all aspire: His meanes, that proud, rebellious Discontent, Which scornes both Gouernors, and Gouernment. Solyman! Feare is broke loose within me. What will, or may, mee-thinkes already happens; His power thus great, will fixt, occasion ready, Shaddowes of ruine to my heart deliuer. Confused noyse within my eares doth thunder Of multitudes, that with obeying threaten. Solyman! while feare, to lose thee, wisheth death, My feare againe, to leaue thee, wisheth breath.
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Rossa! Th'eternall wisdome doth not couet Of man, his strength, or reason, but his loue. And not in vaine: Since loue, of all the powres, Is it which gouernes euery thought of ours. I speake by Mustapha: For as a Father, How often deem'd I those light-iudging praises Of multitudes, whom my loue taught to flatter, Truths oracles; and Mustapha's true stories? So dearely Nature bidds our owne be lou'd: So ill a Iudge is loue of things belou'd. But is contempt the fruit of Parents care? Doth kindnesse lessen Kings authority, Teaching our Children pride, our Vassalls wit, To subiect vs, that subiect are to it? This frailty in my selfe I conquer must, And stay the false vntimely hopes it workes, Threatning the Fathers ruine in the Sonne: Many with trust, with doubt few are vndone. Sent for he is: Nor shall the painted shewes Of fame, or kindnesse longer seele mine eyes? For since he striues to vndermine my Crowne, I will as firmely watch to keepe him downe. Solyman my Lord! The knowledge who was Father To Mustapha, made me (poore silly woman) Thinke worth in blood had naturall succession: But now, I see, Ambitions mixtures may The gold of Natures elements allay. His Fame vntimely borne: Strength strangely gather'd, Honnor wonne with honoring, Greatnesse with humblenesse, (A Monarchs heire in courses popular,) Make me diuine some strange aspiring minde; Yet doubtfull; for it might be Art, or Kinde. But looke into him by his outward wayes: Persia, our old imbrued enemy, Treats of peace with the Sonne, without the Father: A Course in all Estates to Princes nice; But here much more; where he that Monarch is, Must (like the Sunne) haue no light shine, but his. The Offers; reall Crownes, or hopes of Kingdomes. What suddaine knot hath bound vp our diuisions? Made them that only fear'd our greater growing, Offer such proiects for our greater growing? " 'Tis true, that priuate thoughts may easily change: " But States, whose wayes are Time; Occasion, Seate, " Hane other ends, then Chance, in all they treat. Yet be it, all the world would vs obey; In Monarchies: which surfet, more than pine; The King should iudge: Strength knowes what strength can weld: The best foundation, else may ouer-build. No, no: vpon the pitch of high attemps I see him stand, sporting with Wrong, and Feare: For Law, and Duty, both are captiues there. His hopes, the hopes of all; for all aspire: His meanes, that proud, rebellious Discontent, Which scornes both Gouernors, and Gouernment. Solyman! Feare is broke loose within me. What will, or may, mee-thinkes already happens; His power thus great, will fixt, occasion ready, Shaddowes of ruine to my heart deliuer. Confused noyse within my eares doth thunder Of multitudes, that with obeying threaten. Solyman! while feare, to lose thee, wisheth death, My feare againe, to leaue thee, wisheth breath.