Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
Where all that fit him not, are ruined: Straight then he offers vp vnto my Sonne My life, my Crowne, and all that I haue wonne. Such slender props are Princes Fauorites, " Who like good fortunes children, loue their mother; And neuer can be true to any other. In these nets shall he then catch him, and me, And so this high, and soueraigne Scepter-power Sinke into slaues by my infirmity? No, No: when Princes, by defect of minde, A pronesse feele, to sinke into their slaues; Wherein they make their Creatures their graues: By Nature haue they not a Phenix -fire, From their owne ashes to reuiue againe, And in their childrens honor, liue, and raigne● Then Rossa! iudge: My loue hath made vs one; And who can iudge these humorists, but we; Since hope, and feare below lacke eyes to see? Mustapha is through misprision hither come, Brought to the practise of this crafty slaue, Carelesse in which he make the others tombe: His netts are layd; our thoughts for stales pitch'd downe, To catch our selues in, and in vs, the Crowne. But Natures lawes haue conquered Princes doubts; And betweene King, and man, what was begonne, Concludes betwixt a Father and a Sonne. Behold! these sandy hearts haue no foundation; Yet hence must I, with hazard, worke my will, That haue to doe with thought, nor good, nor ill. My Lord! your doubts from arguments did rise Of wanton pride, ambitious seeking loue: " And can remissions be in Nature wise, While States vpon the steepe of danger moue? No: thinke what pregnant grounds of his ambition Resolu'd you first, his Greatnesse was your danger: And shall a Father waue a Kings suspition? Since Mischiefe, whilst her head shewes in a clowd, In Pluto's Kingdome doth her body shrowd. Suspition may enquire, but not conclude; Both hope, and feare; doe with excesse delude. Tell Beglerbie! how did he welcome thee? In your accesse what found you; pompe, or pride? Was he reseru'd; or else did he descend? Appear'd I as his Soueraigne; or his friend? His Court was great; and that which adds to you Is that all Princes had their Agents there Confessing, in the Sonne, the Fathers due: And from them all the honnor done him such, As if none thought the World for him too much. Yet I no sooner to his presence came, But he paid all their homages to me, The rest look'd on, as when men wonders see. What was his cheere? Did'st thou obserue his eyes, When thou declared'st my will to haue him come? First, at your name he bow'd in humble wise; The rest appear'd to be a ioyfull doome. Onely the Persian spake (it seemes) with care: God make these fauors good; for they be rare.
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Where all that fit him not, are ruined: Straight then he offers vp vnto my Sonne My life, my Crowne, and all that I haue wonne. Such slender props are Princes Fauorites, " Who like good fortunes children, loue their mother; " And neuer can be true to any other. In these nets shall he then catch him, and me, And so this high, and soueraigne Scepter-power Sinke into slaues by my infirmity? No, No: when Princes, by defect of minde, A pronesse feele, to sinke into their slaues; Wherein they make their Creatures their graues: By Nature haue they not a Phenix-fire, From their owne ashes to reuiue againe, And in their childrens honor, liue, and raigne Then Rossa! iudge: My loue hath made vs one; And who can iudge these humorists, but we; Since hope, and feare below lacke eyes to see? Mustapha is through misprision hither come, Brought to the practise of this crafty slaue, Carelesse in which he make the others tombe: His netts are layd; our thoughts for stales pitch'd downe, To catch our selues in, and in vs, the Crowne. But Natures lawes haue conquered Princes doubts; And betweene King, and man, what was begonne, Concludes betwixt a Father and a Sonne. Behold! these sandy hearts haue no foundation; Yet hence must I, with hazard, worke my will, That haue to doe with thought, nor good, nor ill. My Lord! your doubts from arguments did rise Of wanton pride, ambitious seeking loue: " And can remissions be in Nature wise, " While States vpon the steepe of danger moue? No: thinke what pregnant grounds of his ambition Resolu'd you first, his Greatnesse was your danger: And shall a Father waue a Kings suspition? Since Mischiefe, whilst her head shewes in a clowd, In Pluto's Kingdome doth her body shrowd. Suspition may enquire, but not conclude; Both hope, and feare; doe with excesse delude. Tell Beglerbie! how did he welcome thee? In your accesse what found you; pompe, or pride? Was he reseru'd; or else did he descend? Appear'd I as his Soueraigne; or his friend? His Court was great; and that which adds to you Is that all Princes had their Agents there Confessing, in the Sonne, the Fathers due: And from them all the honnor done him such, As if none thought the World for him too much. Yet I no sooner to his presence came, But he paid all their homages to me, The rest look'd on, as when men wonders see. What was his cheere? Did'st thou obserue his eyes, When thou declared'st my will to haue him come? First, at your name he bow'd in humble wise; The rest appear'd to be a ioyfull doome. Onely the Persian spake (it seemes) with care: God make these fauors good; for they be rare.