Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
Well: deare Camena! keepe this secretly: I will be well aduis'd before he die. Come Achmat! to the Church: we will goe pray God, to vnfold this probability, Where Power, and Wit so much offend him may. In this disease of spirits, the true Appeale Is to that Iudge that euery spirit knowes; For we by Error else may honor lose. His lawes, the life, the Innocence, the State Of Sonne, and Father now in ballance stand. Kings that haue cause to feare, take leaue to hate; Sonnes, that aspire, as easly lift their hands. If I fall now, I giue that scope to face, Our equall gage being onely Natures bands. Helpe comes alike to each of vs too late, If ought betweene vs, and aduantage stand. Yet she, and you, a strife within me moue, And rest I will with counsell from aboue. IF among Christians, euen the best Diuines Conclude, their Church (though thrall to humane might) Yet to be such a faire mould, as refines And guides Kings power, else indefinite, That it no Tyrant, or Prophaner be; Horrors too frequent in Authority: May not our conquering true Church then assume, By Grace, and Dutie, to linke God to Kings, And Kings to Man? which what else could presume? Since Might, and Number, rule all other things. Then Crownes! what Honor to our Church is due, That fashions it selfe thus, to fashion you? Lawes we had none, but what our Priests inspir'd; Our right was lesse; for we had nought to claime: To propagate it selfe the Truth defir'd, And to that end, at all mankinde did aime: So that while Soules we only sought to saue, They are with God, and we their Empires haue. Olli, a Prophet from our Church diuided In outward formes, not lines of inward life, Like witty Schisme, we louingly decided, With well-bent spirits in opinions strife. Europe in chiefe our Prophets then withstood, With her three-Mitred God of flesh, and blood. Her lett'red Greece, that Lottarie of Arts, Since Mars forsooke her subtle, neuer wise; Proud of her new-made Gods in fleshly hearts, As she of old was of her Heathen lies; We vndertooke with vnity of minde, And what their Wits dispute, our Swords did binde. So that ere her grosse Sects could danger see, Their Thrones, Schooles, Miters, Idols were resign'd To vs, new Trophies of our Monarchie: Thus are the Muses still by Mars refin'd: And thus our Church, by pulling others downe, I feare or'ebuilt it selfe, perchance the Crowne. For, till of late, our Church and Prince were one, No latitude left either to diuide: The Word, and Sword endeuoured not alone, But were, like mutuall Voice, and Eccho, tide With one desire iointly to moue, speake, doe; As if Fates Oracles, and Actors too. Now while the Crowne, and Priest-hood ioyned thus In equall Ends, though Dignities distinct, As mans soule to his body linked is: Crownes, by this tincture of Diuine instinct, So aboue Nature rais'd the Lawes of Might, As made all errors of the world our right.
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Well: deare Camena! keepe this secretly: I will be well aduis'd before he die. Come Achmat! to the Church: we will goe pray God, to vnfold this probability, Where Power, and Wit so much offend him may. In this disease of spirits, the true Appeale Is to that Iudge that euery spirit knowes; For we by Error else may honor lose. His lawes, the life, the Innocence, the State Of Sonne, and Father now in ballance stand. Kings that haue cause to feare, take leaue to hate; Sonnes, that aspire, as easly lift their hands. If I fall now, I giue that scope to face, Our equall gage being onely Natures bands. Helpe comes alike to each of vs too late, If ought betweene vs, and aduantage stand. Yet she, and you, a strife within me moue, And rest I will with counsell from aboue. IF among Christians, euen the best Diuines Conclude, their Church (though thrall to humane might) Yet to be such a faire mould, as refines And guides Kings power, else indefinite, That it no Tyrant, or Prophaner be; Horrors too frequent in Authority: May not our conquering true Church then assume, By Grace, and Dutie, to linke God to Kings, And Kings to Man? which what else could presume? Since Might, and Number, rule all other things. Then Crownes! what Honor to our Church is due, That fashions it selfe thus, to fashion you? Lawes we had none, but what our Priests inspir'd; Our right was lesse; for we had nought to claime: To propagate it selfe the Truth defir'd, And to that end, at all mankinde did aime: So that while Soules we only sought to saue, They are with God, and we their Empires haue. Olli, a Prophet from our Church diuided In outward formes, not lines of inward life, Like witty Schisme, we louingly decided, With well-bent spirits in opinions strife. Europe in chiefe our Prophets then withstood, With her three-Mitred God of flesh, and blood. Her lett'red Greece, that Lottarie of Arts, Since Mars forsooke her subtle, neuer wise; Proud of her new-made Gods in fleshly hearts, As she of old was of her Heathen lies; We vndertooke with vnity of minde, And what their Wits dispute, our Swords did binde. So that ere her grosse Sects could danger see, Their Thrones, Schooles, Miters, Idols were resign'd To vs, new Trophies of our Monarchie: Thus are the Muses still by Mars refin'd: And thus our Church, by pulling others downe, I feare or'ebuilt it selfe, perchance the Crowne. For, till of late, our Church and Prince were one, No latitude left either to diuide: The Word, and Sword endeuoured not alone, But were, like mutuall Voice, and Eccho, tide With one desire iointly to moue, speake, doe; As if Fates Oracles, and Actors too. Now while the Crowne, and Priest-hood ioyned thus In equall Ends, though Dignities distinct, As mans soule to his body linked is: Crownes, by this tincture of Diuine instinct, So aboue Nature rais'd the Lawes of Might, As made all errors of the world our right.