Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Yet Vertue, I am thine, for thy sake grieued (Since basest thoughts, for their ill-plac'd desires, In shame, in danger, death, and torment glory) That I cannot with more paines write thy story. Chance therfore! if thou scornest those that scorne thee; Fame! if thou hatest those that force thy Trumpet To sound aloud, and yet despise thy sounding; Lawes! if you loue not those that be examples Of Natures lawes, whence you are fall'n corrupted; Conspire that I, against you all conspired, Ioined with Tyrant Vertue, as you call her, That I, by your reuenges may be named, For Vertue, to be ruin'd, and defamed, My mother oft, and diuersly I warned, What Fortunes were vpon such courses builded: That fortune still must be with ill maintained, Which at the first with any ill is gained. I Rosten warn'd, that mans selfe-louing thought Still creepeth to the rude embracing might Of Princes grace: a Lease of glories let, Which shining burnes; breeds Serens when 'tis set. And, by this creature of my mothers making, This messenger, I Mustapha haue warn'd, That Innocence is not enough to saue, Where Good, and Greatnesse, Feare, and Enuie haue. Till now, in reuerence I haue forborne To aske, or to presume to ghesse, or know My Fathers thoughts; where of he might thinke scorne: For dreadfull is that Power that all may doe; Yet they, that all men feare, are fearefull too. Loe where he sits! Vertue! worke thou in me, That what thou seekest may accomplisht be. Ah Death! Is not thy selfe sufficient anguish, But thou must borrow Feare, that threatning Glasse, Which, while it goodnesse hides, and mischiefe showes, Doth lighten Wit to honors ouerthrowes? But husht: Meethinks away Camena steales: Murther, belike, in me it selfe reueales. Camena! Whither now? Why haste you from me? Is it so strange a thing to be a Father? Or is it I that am so strange a Father? My Lord! Meethought, nay, sure I saw you busie: Your Childe presumes, vncall'd, that comes vnto you. Who may presume with Fathers, but their own, Whom Natures law hath euer in protection, And guilds in good beleefe of deare affection? Nay, Reuerence, Sir! So Childrens worth doth hide, As of the Fathers it is least espide. I thinke its true: Who know their children least, Haue greatest reason to esteeme them best. How so my Lord? Since Loue in Knowledge liues, Which vnto strangers therefore no man giues. The life we gaue them soone they doe forget, While they thinke our liues doe their fortunes let. The tendernesse of life it is so great, As any signe of death we hate too much And vnto Parents Sonnes, perchance, are such. Yet Nature meant her strongest vnity, Twixt Sonnes, and Fathers; making Parents cause Vnto the Sonnes, of their humanity; And Children pledge of their eternitie. Fathers should loue this Image in their Sonnes.
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Yet Vertue, I am thine, for thy sake grieued (Since basest thoughts, for their ill-plac'd desires, In shame, in danger, death, and torment glory) That I cannot with more paines write thy story. Chance therfore! if thou scornest those that scorne thee; Fame! if thou hatest those that force thy Trumpet To sound aloud, and yet despise thy sounding; Lawes! if you loue not those that be examples Of Natures lawes, whence you are fall'n corrupted; Conspire that I, against you all conspired, Ioined with Tyrant Vertue, as you call her, That I, by your reuenges may be named, For Vertue, to be ruin'd, and defamed, My mother oft, and diuersly I warned, What Fortunes were vpon such courses builded: That fortune still must be with ill maintained, Which at the first with any ill is gained. I Rosten warn'd, that mans selfe-louing thought Still creepeth to the rude embracing might Of Princes grace: a Lease of glories let, Which shining burnes; breeds Serens when 'tis set. And, by this creature of my mothers making, This messenger, I Mustapha haue warn'd, That Innocence is not enough to saue, Where Good, and Greatnesse, Feare, and Enuie haue. Till now, in reuerence I haue forborne To aske, or to presume to ghesse, or know My Fathers thoughts; where of he might thinke scorne: For dreadfull is that Power that all may doe; Yet they, that all men feare, are fearefull too. Loe where he sits! Vertue! worke thou in me, That what thou seekest may accomplisht be. Ah Death! Is not thy selfe sufficient anguish, But thou must borrow Feare, that threatning Glasse, Which, while it goodnesse hides, and mischiefe showes, Doth lighten Wit to honors ouerthrowes? But husht: Meethinks away Camena steales: Murther, belike, in me it selfe reueales. Camena! Whither now? Why haste you from me? Is it so strange a thing to be a Father? Or is it I that am so strange a Father? My Lord! Meethought, nay, sure I saw you busie: Your Childe presumes, vncall'd, that comes vnto you. Who may presume with Fathers, but their own, Whom Natures law hath euer in protection, And guilds in good beleefe of deare affection? Nay, Reuerence, Sir! So Childrens worth doth hide, As of the Fathers it is least espide. I thinke its true: Who know their children least, Haue greatest reason to esteeme them best. How so my Lord? Since Loue in Knowledge liues, Which vnto strangers therefore no man giues. The life we gaue them soone they doe forget, While they thinke our liues doe their fortunes let. The tendernesse of life it is so great, As any signe of death we hate too much And vnto Parents Sonnes, perchance, are such. Yet Nature meant her strongest vnity, Twixt Sonnes, and Fathers; making Parents cause Vnto the Sonnes, of their humanity; And Children pledge of their eternitie. Fathers should loue this Image in their Sonnes.