Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
Vices, I grant, our Martiall course then had; For spoile, blood, lust, were therein left too free, As raising strong Idea's in the Bad, Braue instruments of Soueraignty. Like Theeues, at home our Iustice was seuere; In other Princes Realmes our freedomes were. Great the Seraglia was, I must confesse, Yet so, as kindle did, not quench our spirits: Our pleasures neuer made our natures lesse; Venus was ioyn'd with Mars, to stirre vp merits. In right, or wrong our Course was not precise, Nor is, in any State that multiplies. Yet, to redeeme this Discipline of Vice, We added to the glory of our State; Wonne honor by them, to the preiudice Of Strangers, conquering more than we did hate: Our Emulation was with Crownes, not Men; Thus did our Vices spread our Empire then. Where since, though we still spoyle that Christian Sect, Which, by diuision fatall to their kinde, Friends, duties, enemies, and right neglect, To keepe vp some Selfe-humor in the winde; Yet all we thus winne, not by force, but sleight, Poys'd with our Martiall Conquests, will lacke weight. For Force, not Right, our Crescents beare in Chiefe; Campes, and not Courts, are Mappes of our Estate, Where Church, Law, Will, all Discipline in briefe, Establisht are to make Worth fortunate: We scorne those Arts of Peace, that Ciuile Tether, Which, in one bond, tye Craft, and Force together. Of Cell-bred Sciences we chew no cudde; Our Food and Garments ouerloade vs not; When one Act withers, straight another buddes; Our Rest is doing; good successe our Lot; Our Beasts are no more delicate than we: This odds haue Turkes of Christianitie. Yet by your traffike with this dreaming Nation, Their Conquer'd Vice hath stain'dour Conquering State, And brought thinne Cobwebs into reputation Of tender Subtiltie; whose stepmother Fate So inlayes Courage with ill shaddowing Feare, As makes it much more hard to doe, than beare. And as in Circles, who breakes any part, That perfect forme doth vtterly confound: Or as amongst the feigned lines of Art, One onely Right is, all else Crooked found: So from our Prophets Sawes when Sultans stray, In humane Wit Power findes perplexed way. Hence, though we make no Idols, yet we fashion God, as if from Powers Throne he tooke his being; Our Alchoran as warrant vnto passion; Monarches in all lawes but their owne will seeing. Hee whom God chooseth out of doubt doth well: What they that choose their God do, who can tell? Againe, when Great States learne Ciuility Of petty Kingdomes, learne they not to fall? Nay Monarchies, when they declining be, Brooke they those Vertues which they rose withall? Had Mustapha beene borne in Selims time, What now is Fearefull, then had beene Sublime. The Christian bondage is much more refin'd, Though not in reall Things, in reall Names, Lawes, Doctrine, Discipline, being all assign'd To hold vpright that wittie Man-built frame; Where euery limbe, though in themselues distinct, Yet finely are vnto the Scepter linckt.
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Vices, I grant, our Martiall course then had; For spoile, blood, lust, were therein left too free, As raising strong Idea's in the Bad, Braue instruments of Soueraignty. Like Theeues, at home our Iustice was seuere; In other Princes Realmes our freedomes were. Great the Seraglia was, I must confesse, Yet so, as kindle did, not quench our spirits: Our pleasures neuer made our natures lesse; Venus was ioyn'd with Mars, to stirre vp merits. In right, or wrong our Course was not precise, Nor is, in any State that multiplies. Yet, to redeeme this Discipline of Vice, We added to the glory of our State; Wonne honor by them, to the preiudice Of Strangers, conquering more than we did hate: Our Emulation was with Crownes, not Men; Thus did our Vices spread our Empire then. Where since, though we still spoyle that Christian Sect, Which, by diuision fatall to their kinde, Friends, duties, enemies, and right neglect, To keepe vp some Selfe-humor in the winde; Yet all we thus winne, not by force, but sleight, Poys'd with our Martiall Conquests, will lacke weight. For Force, not Right, our Crescents beare in Chiefe; Campes, and not Courts, are Mappes of our Estate, Where Church, Law, Will, all Discipline in briefe, Establisht are to make Worth fortunate: We scorne those Arts of Peace, that Ciuile Tether, Which, in one bond, tye Craft, and Force together. Of Cell-bred Sciences we chew no cudde; Our Food and Garments ouerloade vs not; When one Act withers, straight another buddes; Our Rest is doing; good successe our Lot; Our Beasts are no more delicate than we: This odds haue Turkes of Christianitie. Yet by your traffike with this dreaming Nation, Their Conquer'd Vice hath stain'dour Conquering State, And brought thinne Cobwebs into reputation Of tender Subtiltie; whose stepmother Fate So inlayes Courage with ill shaddowing Feare, As makes it much more hard to doe, than beare. And as in Circles, who breakes any part, That perfect forme doth vtterly confound: Or as amongst the feigned lines of Art, One onely Right is, all else Crooked found: So from our Prophets Sawes when Sultans stray, In humane Wit Power findes perplexed way. Hence, though we make no Idols, yet we fashion God, as if from Powers Throne he tooke his being; Our Alchoran as warrant vnto passion; Monarches in all lawes but their owne will seeing. Hee whom God chooseth out of doubt doth well: What they that choose their God do, who can tell? Againe, when Great States learne Ciuility Of petty Kingdomes, learne they not to fall? Nay Monarchies, when they declining be, Brooke they those Vertues which they rose withall? Had Mustapha beene borne in Selims time, What now is Fearefull, then had beene Sublime. The Christian bondage is much more refin'd, Though not in reall Things, in reall Names, Lawes, Doctrine, Discipline, being all assign'd To hold vpright that wittie Man-built frame; Where euery limbe, though in themselues distinct, Yet finely are vnto the Scepter linckt.