Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
What King, or Man, loues feare, wrong, treacherie? These be the things that now in question be. Sir! where Kings doubt, Wisdome, and Lawes prouide, Due triall, and restraint of libertie, And vnto Caution their estate is tied: But where Kings Rage becomes superlatiue, There people doe forbeare, but not forgiue. My Lord! then stay: Delayes are wisdome, where Time may more easy wayes of safetye show. Selfe-murther is an vgly worke of feare; And little lesse is Childrens ouerthrow. Mustapha is yours; more Sir! euen he Is not, for whom you Mustapha or'ethrow. Suspitious common to Successions be; Honor, and Feare together euer goe. Who must kill all they feare, feare all they see, Nor Subiects, Sonnes, nor Neighbourhood can beare: So infinite the limits be of Feare. Well Achmat! Stay. I striue to rest my thoughts. Words rather stirre, than quiet fixt impressions. Kings hearts must iudge what Subiects hearts haue wrought, Not your calme heart vnthreat'ned, and vpright. Such Bees fetch home from the selfe same Flower, Whence Spiders draw their deepe enuenom'd power. No, No: Experience wounded is the Schoole, Where man ●●arnes piercing wisdome out of smart; Innocence includes the serpent, not the foole. The wager's great of being, or not being. These Crudities let me within digest; My Power shall take vpon it all the rest. They that from youth doe sucke at Fortunes brest, And nurse their empty hearts with seeking higher, " Like Dropsie-fedde, their thirst doth neuer rest; For still, by getting, they beget desire: " Till thoughts, like Wood, while they maintaine the Flame O● high desires, grow Ashes in the same. " But Vertue! Those that can behold thy beauties, Those that sucke, from their youth, thy milke of Goodnesse, " Their minds grow strong against the stormes of fortune, And stand, like rockes, in Winter gusts vnshaken; " Not with the blindnesse of desire mistaken. O Vertue therfore! whose thrall I thinke fortune, Thou who despisest not the sex of Women, Helpe me out of these Riddles of my fortune, Wherein (meethinks) you with your selfe doe pose me: Let Fates goe on: sweet Vertue! doe not lose me. My Mother, and my Husband haue conspired, For Brothers good, the ruine of my Brother: My Father by my Mother is inspired, For one childe to seeke ruine of another. I that to helpe by Nature am required, While I doe helpe, must needs still hurt a Brother. While I see who conspire, I seeme conspired Against a Husband, Father, and a Mother, Truth bids me runne, by Truth I am retired; Shame leades me both the one way, and the other. In what a Labyrinth is Honor cast, Drawne diuerse wayes with Sex, with Time, with State? In all which, Errors course is infinite, By hope, by feare, by spite, by loue, and hate; And but one only way vnto the right. A thorny way: where Paine must be the guide; Danger the light; Offence of Power the praise: Such are the golden hopes of Iron dayes.
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What King, or Man, loues feare, wrong, treacherie? These be the things that now in question be. Sir! where Kings doubt, Wisdome, and Lawes prouide, Due triall, and restraint of libertie, And vnto Caution their estate is tied: But where Kings Rage becomes superlatiue, There people doe forbeare, but not forgiue. My Lord! then stay: Delayes are wisdome, where Time may more easy wayes of safetye show. Selfe-murther is an vgly worke of feare; And little lesse is Childrens ouerthrow. Mustapha is yours; more Sir! euen he Is not, for whom you Mustapha or'ethrow. Suspitious common to Successions be; Honor, and Feare together euer goe. Who must kill all they feare, feare all they see, Nor Subiects, Sonnes, nor Neighbourhood can beare: So infinite the limits be of Feare. Well Achmat! Stay. I striue to rest my thoughts. Words rather stirre, than quiet fixt impressions. Kings hearts must iudge what Subiects hearts haue wrought, Not your calme heart vnthreat'ned, and vpright. Such Bees fetch home from the selfe same Flower, Whence Spiders draw their deepe enuenom'd power. No, No: Experience wounded is the Schoole, Where man arnes piercing wisdome out of smart; Innocence includes the serpent, not the foole. The wager's great of being, or not being. These Crudities let me within digest; My Power shall take vpon it all the rest. They that from youth doe sucke at Fortunes brest, And nurse their empty hearts with seeking higher, " Like Dropsie-fedde, their thirst doth neuer rest; " For still, by getting, they beget desire: " Till thoughts, like Wood, while they maintaine the Flame " O high desires, grow Ashes in the same. " But Vertue! Those that can behold thy beauties, " Those that sucke, from their youth, thy milke of Goodnesse, " Their minds grow strong against the stormes of fortune, " And stand, like rockes, in Winter gusts vnshaken; " Not with the blindnesse of desire mistaken. O Vertue therfore! whose thrall I thinke fortune, Thou who despisest not the sex of Women, Helpe me out of these Riddles of my fortune, Wherein (meethinks) you with your selfe doe pose me: Let Fates goe on: sweet Vertue! doe not lose me. My Mother, and my Husband haue conspired, For Brothers good, the ruine of my Brother: My Father by my Mother is inspired, For one childe to seeke ruine of another. I that to helpe by Nature am required, While I doe helpe, must needs still hurt a Brother. While I see who conspire, I seeme conspired Against a Husband, Father, and a Mother, Truth bids me runne, by Truth I am retired; Shame leades me both the one way, and the other. In what a Labyrinth is Honor cast, Drawne diuerse wayes with Sex, with Time, with State? In all which, Errors course is infinite, By hope, by feare, by spite, by loue, and hate; And but one only way vnto the right. A thorny way: where Paine must be the guide; Danger the light; Offence of Power the praise: Such are the golden hopes of Iron dayes.