Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
He now is in the hands of Power, and Time. His danger is to come, and ours is past; Lets see into what moulds our owne are cast. Who will endure the sentence he may giue, Betweene you two? He must be King that liues. Your graue prepared is among your owne: Neighbours, Church, People, Souldiers, made the Stage, Where Hope, and Youth shall ruine Feare, and Age. Most wretched I, rais'd to be ouerthrowne. If you will die, then am I lost in you; And die you must, if you beleeue your owne. If he shall liue; then am I prou'd vntrue, Hated by him, whom you haue plac'd aboue, Lost vnto you, and ruin'd by my loue. " Ah Confidence! thou Glorie of the ill! How safely do'st thou blinded Power assayle, " That hauing all, yet knowes not what it will? Rossa! you moue me; yet remoue I not. Man comprehends a man, but not a King. I feele my selfe ('tis true) and I feele you; How to it selfe can Power then proue vntrue? Succession on the present neuer winnes, But by the death of body, or of spirit: All heires by our mortality runne in. Let not misprision wound me in thy loue: Great inequality of worth you yeeld To them, you thinke can on my ruines build. LIke as mixt Humors, drawne vp from the ground, Are vnto many formes, and functions bound; Partly out of their natiue Propertie, Partly the Climes, through which their iourneyes be; Some into Meteors, that amaze below; Others to Comets, which fore-threaten woe; Some into Hailestones, that afflict the earth; Others to Raine, which hastens euery birth; Lightning, and Thunder onely made of those, Which the cold Regions double heats inclose: So is fraile Mankind, though in other fashion, Rais'd, and let fall with his owne earthly passion; Formed, transformed, and made instruments In many shapes, to serue Powers many bents: Feeding Superiours, euen as Vapors doe, Which spending themselues, scourge their Parents too. Some in mishaped Meteors, terrifying; All constant spirits, vnder Tyrants lying; Others like Windes, which AEolus makes blow, To breathe themselues out, while they ouerthrow; Some like sweet Dewes, that nourish where they touch; Like Exhalations, some inflame too much; Bondage, and ruine, only wrought by those, That Kings with seruile Flattery inclose, Hatching, in double heats of Power, and Will, Thunder, and Lightning, to amaze, and kill. Thus Tyrants deale with Peoples liberty, The nether Region cannot long liue free. Thus Tyrants deale with vs of higher place, As drawne vp onely to disperse disgrace. Ecchos of Power, that pleasingly resound Those heauy Taxes, where with Princes wound. Exhausters of fraile Mankind by our place, To make them poore, and consequently base. With Colonies we eat the Natiue downe, And, to increase the Person, waine the Crowne. With idle visions trafficking mens mindes To humble moderation, in all kindes Till vnder false stiles of Obedience, We take from Mankinde all, but suffering sense, Yet euen by these sailes, which for Scepters moue,
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He now is in the hands of Power, and Time. His danger is to come, and ours is past; Lets see into what moulds our owne are cast. Who will endure the sentence he may giue, Betweene you two? He must be King that liues. Your graue prepared is among your owne: Neighbours, Church, People, Souldiers, made the Stage, Where Hope, and Youth shall ruine Feare, and Age. Most wretched I, rais'd to be ouerthrowne. If you will die, then am I lost in you; And die you must, if you beleeue your owne. If he shall liue; then am I prou'd vntrue, Hated by him, whom you haue plac'd aboue, Lost vnto you, and ruin'd by my loue. " Ah Confidence! thou Glorie of the ill! " How safely do'st thou blinded Power assayle, " That hauing all, yet knowes not what it will? Rossa! you moue me; yet remoue I not. Man comprehends a man, but not a King. I feele my selfe ('tis true) and I feele you; How to it selfe can Power then proue vntrue? Succession on the present neuer winnes, But by the death of body, or of spirit: All heires by our mortality runne in. Let not misprision wound me in thy loue: Great inequality of worth you yeeld To them, you thinke can on my ruines build. LIke as mixt Humors, drawne vp from the ground, Are vnto many formes, and functions bound; Partly out of their natiue Propertie, Partly the Climes, through which their iourneyes be; Some into Meteors, that amaze below; Others to Comets, which fore-threaten woe; Some into Hailestones, that afflict the earth; Others to Raine, which hastens euery birth; Lightning, and Thunder onely made of those, Which the cold Regions double heats inclose: So is fraile Mankind, though in other fashion, Rais'd, and let fall with his owne earthly passion; Formed, transformed, and made instruments In many shapes, to serue Powers many bents: Feeding Superiours, euen as Vapors doe, Which spending themselues, scourge their Parents too. Some in mishaped Meteors, terrifying; All constant spirits, vnder Tyrants lying; Others like Windes, which AEolus makes blow, To breathe themselues out, while they ouerthrow; Some like sweet Dewes, that nourish where they touch; Like Exhalations, some inflame too much; Bondage, and ruine, only wrought by those, That Kings with seruile Flattery inclose, Hatching, in double heats of Power, and Will, Thunder, and Lightning, to amaze, and kill. Thus Tyrants deale with Peoples liberty, The nether Region cannot long liue free. Thus Tyrants deale with vs of higher place, As drawne vp onely to disperse disgrace. Ecchos of Power, that pleasingly resound Those heauy Taxes, where with Princes wound. Exhausters of fraile Mankind by our place, To make them poore, and consequently base. With Colonies we eat the Natiue downe, And, to increase the Person, waine the Crowne. With idle visions trafficking mens mindes To humble moderation, in all kindes Till vnder false stiles of Obedience, We take from Mankinde all, but suffering sense, Yet euen by these sailes, which for Scepters moue,