Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
But streames backe to their springs doe neuer runne. Pardon my Lord! Doubt is Successions foe: Let not her mists poore Children ouerthrow. Though streames from springs doe see me to runne away, ' Tis Nature leades them to their Mother Sea. Doth Nature teach them, in Ambitions strife, To seeke his death, by whom they haue their life? Things easie, to desire impossible doe seeme: Why should feare make impossible seeme easie? Monsters yet be; and being are beleeued. Incredible hath some inordinate progression: Blood, Doctrine, Age, corrupting Libertie, Doe all concurre, where men such monsters be. Pardon me Sir! if Dutie doe seeme angry: Affection must breathe out afflicted breath, Where imputation hath such easie faith. Mustapha is he that hath defil'd his nest; The wrong the greater, for I Iou'd him best. He hath deuised that all at once should die, Rosten, and Rossa, Zanger, thou, and I. Fall none but Angels suddainely to hell? Are Kinde, and Order growne precipitate? Did euer any other man, but he, In instant lose the vse of doing well? Sir! these be mists of Greatnesse. Looke againe: For Kings, that, in their fearefull icie State, Behold their children, as their winding sheet, Doe easily doubt; and what they doubt, they hate. Camena! Thy sweet Youth, that knowes no ill, Cannot beleeue thine Elders, when they say, That good beleefe is great Estates decay. Let it suffice, that I, and Rossa too, Are priuy what your Brother meanes to doe. Sir! Pardon me: and nobly as a Father, What I shall say, and say of holy Mother, Know I shall say it, but to right a Brother. My Mother is your Wife: Dutie in her Is loue: She loues; which not well gouern'd, beares The euill Angell of misgiuing Feares; Whose many eyes, whilst but it selfe they see, Still make the worst of possibility: Out of this Feare she Mustapha accuseth: Vnto this Feare, perchance, she ioynes the Loue, Which doth in Mothers, for their Children moue. Perchance, when Feare hath shew'd her yours must ●all, In Loue she sees that hers must rise withall. Sir! Feare a frailtie is, and may haue grace, And ouer-care of you cannot be blamed; Care of our owne in Nature hath a place; Passions are oft mistaken, and misnamed; Things simply good grow euill with misplacing. Though lawes cut off, and doe not care to fashion, Humanity of error hath compassion. Yet God forbid, that either Feare, or Care, Should ruine those that true, and faultlesse are, Is it no fault, or fault I may forgiue, For Sonne to seeke the Father should not liue?
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But streames backe to their springs doe neuer runne. Pardon my Lord! Doubt is Successions foe: Let not her mists poore Children ouerthrow. Though streames from springs doe see me to runne away, ' Tis Nature leades them to their Mother Sea. Doth Nature teach them, in Ambitions strife, To seeke his death, by whom they haue their life? Things easie, to desire impossible doe seeme: Why should feare make impossible seeme easie? Monsters yet be; and being are beleeued. Incredible hath some inordinate progression: Blood, Doctrine, Age, corrupting Libertie, Doe all concurre, where men such monsters be. Pardon me Sir! if Dutie doe seeme angry: Affection must breathe out afflicted breath, Where imputation hath such easie faith. Mustapha is he that hath defil'd his nest; The wrong the greater, for I Iou'd him best. He hath deuised that all at once should die, Rosten, and Rossa, Zanger, thou, and I. Fall none but Angels suddainely to hell? Are Kinde, and Order growne precipitate? Did euer any other man, but he, In instant lose the vse of doing well? Sir! these be mists of Greatnesse. Looke againe: For Kings, that, in their fearefull icie State, Behold their children, as their winding sheet, Doe easily doubt; and what they doubt, they hate. Camena! Thy sweet Youth, that knowes no ill, Cannot beleeue thine Elders, when they say, That good beleefe is great Estates decay. Let it suffice, that I, and Rossa too, Are priuy what your Brother meanes to doe. Sir! Pardon me: and nobly as a Father, What I shall say, and say of holy Mother, Know I shall say it, but to right a Brother. My Mother is your Wife: Dutie in her Is loue: She loues; which not well gouern'd, beares The euill Angell of misgiuing Feares; Whose many eyes, whilst but it selfe they see, Still make the worst of possibility: Out of this Feare she Mustapha accuseth: Vnto this Feare, perchance, she ioynes the Loue, Which doth in Mothers, for their Children moue. Perchance, when Feare hath shew'd her yours must all, In Loue she sees that hers must rise withall. Sir! Feare a frailtie is, and may haue grace, And ouer-care of you cannot be blamed; Care of our owne in Nature hath a place; Passions are oft mistaken, and misnamed; Things simply good grow euill with misplacing. Though lawes cut off, and doe not care to fashion, Humanity of error hath compassion. Yet God forbid, that either Feare, or Care, Should ruine those that true, and faultlesse are, Is it no fault, or fault I may forgiue, For Sonne to seeke the Father should not liue?