Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
We forced are with modest breath to proue, Which way these People-tides will passe with ease; Crownes wounding deepely, when they striue to please. Whence, as we dare not blow them vp to rage; So againe, if we quit this People-stage, Thrones know not where to act those fancie-playes, Which catch the lookers on so many wayes. For we, like Dewes, drawne to be clouds aboue, Straight grow with that attracting Sunne in loue; Which euer raiseth light things vp to fall, In crafty Power Creation naturall. Wrapt in which Crowne-mists, men cannot discerne How dearely they her glittering tinctures earne, Till, thorough glassie Time, these Cage-birds see, That Honor is the badge of Tyrannie. Lawes the next pillars be, with which we deale, As Sophistries of euery Common-weale; Or rather Nets, which people doe aske leaue, That they, to catch their Freedomes in, may weaue, And still adde more vnto the Sultans power, By making their owne frames themselues deuoure. These Lesbian rules, with shew of reall grounds, Giuing Right, narrow; Will, transcendent bounds. The Mufti, and their spirituall iurisdictions, By course succeed these other guilt-inflictions: Conscience annexing to our Crescent starre All freedomes, that in Mans fraile Nature are; By making doctrines large, strict milde, seuere; As Power intends to stirre, vp hope, or feare: Which heauenly shaddow, with earth-centers fixt, Racke men, by truth, and vntruths, strangely mixt; And proue to Thrones such a supporting cause, As finely giues Law to all other Lawes. Thus like the Wood that yeelds helues for the Axe, Vpon it selfe to lay an heauy taxe: We silly Bassha's helpe Power to confound, With our owne strength exhausting our owne ground. An Art of Tyrannie; which workes with men, To make them beasts, and high-rais'd Thrones their denne, Where they, that mischiefe others, may retire Safe with their prey, as lifting Tyrants higher. By which enthralling of our selues, with others, Proue we not both Confusions heires, and mothers? Farre vnlike Adam, putting Ciuil names Vpon those errors, which the whole world blames. For if Power rauine more than is her owne; People, we say, are Chequers to a Throne. Againe, if she to rise vp, will pull downe; Creation, we say, still inheres the Crowne. If good men chance to interrupt this way; Too much in vertue oft there is, we say: Since each inferior limbe must from the Head Receiue his Standard and be ballanced. If People grudge their freedome, thus made thrall; Power is their body, they but shadowes all. If God himselfe by Law, or Influence, Seemes but to limit this Omnipotence; Euen as in Christian Courts of Chancerie, Though land, or Titles cannot setled be; Yet where the Person dares to disobey, Through him, his Title they imprison may: So though with Tyrants God transcendent be, Yet plague they his for too much pietie. And, by distinctions from the Pulpits doome, Leaue still for Crowne-impiety a roome. This is our office vnder Tyrannie, Where Power, and Passion only currant be.
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We forced are with modest breath to proue, Which way these People-tides will passe with ease; Crownes wounding deepely, when they striue to please. Whence, as we dare not blow them vp to rage; So againe, if we quit this People-stage, Thrones know not where to act those fancie-playes, Which catch the lookers on so many wayes. For we, like Dewes, drawne to be clouds aboue, Straight grow with that attracting Sunne in loue; Which euer raiseth light things vp to fall, In crafty Power Creation naturall. Wrapt in which Crowne-mists, men cannot discerne How dearely they her glittering tinctures earne, Till, thorough glassie Time, these Cage-birds see, That Honor is the badge of Tyrannie. Lawes the next pillars be, with which we deale, As Sophistries of euery Common-weale; Or rather Nets, which people doe aske leaue, That they, to catch their Freedomes in, may weaue, And still adde more vnto the Sultans power, By making their owne frames themselues deuoure. These Lesbian rules, with shew of reall grounds, Giuing Right, narrow; Will, transcendent bounds. The Mufti, and their spirituall iurisdictions, By course succeed these other guilt-inflictions: Conscience annexing to our Crescent starre All freedomes, that in Mans fraile Nature are; By making doctrines large, strict milde, seuere; As Power intends to stirre, vp hope, or feare: Which heauenly shaddow, with earth-centers fixt, Racke men, by truth, and vntruths, strangely mixt; And proue to Thrones such a supporting cause, As finely giues Law to all other Lawes. Thus like the Wood that yeelds helues for the Axe, Vpon it selfe to lay an heauy taxe: We silly Bassha's helpe Power to confound, With our owne strength exhausting our owne ground. An Art of Tyrannie; which workes with men, To make them beasts, and high-rais'd Thrones their denne, Where they, that mischiefe others, may retire Safe with their prey, as lifting Tyrants higher. By which enthralling of our selues, with others, Proue we not both Confusions heires, and mothers? Farre vnlike Adam, putting Ciuil names Vpon those errors, which the whole world blames. For if Power rauine more than is her owne; People, we say, are Chequers to a Throne. Againe, if she to rise vp, will pull downe; Creation, we say, still inheres the Crowne. If good men chance to interrupt this way; Too much in vertue oft there is, we say: Since each inferior limbe must from the Head Receiue his Standard and be ballanced. If People grudge their freedome, thus made thrall; Power is their body, they but shadowes all. If God himselfe by Law, or Influence, Seemes but to limit this Omnipotence; Euen as in Christian Courts of Chancerie, Though land, or Titles cannot setled be; Yet where the Person dares to disobey, Through him, his Title they imprison may: So though with Tyrants God transcendent be, Yet plague they his for too much pietie. And, by distinctions from the Pulpits doome, Leaue still for Crowne-impiety a roome. This is our office vnder Tyrannie, Where Power, and Passion only currant be.