Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Day, Night, Houres, Arts, All; God, or Men create, The world doth charge me, that I restlesse change; Suffer no being in a constant state: Alas! Why are my revolutions strange Vnto these Natures, made to fall, or clime, With that sweet Genius, euer-mouing Time? What Wearinesse; what lothsome Desolations Would plague these life and death-begetting Creatures? Nay what absurdity in my Creations Were it, if Time-borne had Eternall features; This nether Orbe, which is Corruptions Sphere, Not being able long one shape to beare. Could Pleasure liue? Could Worth haue reuerence? Lawes, Arts, or Sects (meere probabilities) Keepe vp their reputation in Mans sense, If Noueltie did not renew his eyes; Or Time take mildly from him what he knew, Making both me, and mine, to each still new? Daughter of Heauen am I; but God, none greater; Pure like my Parents; life, and death of Action; Author of ill successe to euery creature; Whose pride against my Periods makes a faction: With me who goe along, rise while they be; Nothing of mine respects Eternitie. Kings! why do you then blame me, whom I choose, As my Annointed, from the Potters oare; And to aduance you made the People lose, While you to me acknowledged your power? Be confident all Thrones subsist in me: I am the measure of Felicitie. Mahomet in vaine, one Trophee of my might, Rais'd by my chang'd aspect to other Nations, Striues to make his Succession infinite, And robbe my wheeles of growth, state, declination. But he, and all else, that would master Time, In mortall Spheres, shall finde my power sublime. I bring the Truth to light; detect he Ill; My Natiu greatnesse scorneth bounded wayes; Vntimely Power a few dayes ruine will; Yea, Worth it selfe falls, till I list to raise. The Earth is mine: of earthly things the care I leaue to Men, that like them, earthly are. Ripe I yet am not to destroy Succession; The Vice of other Kingdomes giue him Time. The Fates, without me, can make no progression; By me alone, euen Truth doth fall, or clime: The Instant pettie webs, without me spunne, Vntimely ended be, as they begunne. Not Kings, but I, can Nemesis send forth, The iudgments of Reuenge, and Wrong, are mine: My Stampes alone doe warrant reall Worth; How doe vntimely Vertues else decline? For Sonne, or Father, to destroy each other, Are bastard deeds, where Time is not the mother. Such is the worke this State hath vndertaken, And keepes in Clouds; with purpose to aduance False counsells; in their self e-craft iustly shaken, As grounded on my slaue, and shaddow Chance. Nay more; My childe Occasion is not free To bring forth good, or euill, without me. And shall I for reuealing this misdeed, By tying Future to the Present ill, Which keepes disorders wayes from happie speed; Be guiltie made of Mans still-erring will? Shall I, that in my selfe still golden am, By their Grosse metall, beare an Iron name?
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Day, Night, Houres, Arts, All; God, or Men create, The world doth charge me, that I restlesse change; Suffer no being in a constant state: Alas! Why are my revolutions strange Vnto these Natures, made to fall, or clime, With that sweet Genius, euer-mouing Time? What Wearinesse; what lothsome Desolations Would plague these life and death-begetting Creatures? Nay what absurdity in my Creations Were it, if Time-borne had Eternall features; This nether Orbe, which is Corruptions Sphere, Not being able long one shape to beare. Could Pleasure liue? Could Worth haue reuerence? Lawes, Arts, or Sects (meere probabilities) Keepe vp their reputation in Mans sense, If Noueltie did not renew his eyes; Or Time take mildly from him what he knew, Making both me, and mine, to each still new? Daughter of Heauen am I; but God, none greater; Pure like my Parents; life, and death of Action; Author of ill successe to euery creature; Whose pride against my Periods makes a faction: With me who goe along, rise while they be; Nothing of mine respects Eternitie. Kings! why do you then blame me, whom I choose, As my Annointed, from the Potters oare; And to aduance you made the People lose, While you to me acknowledged your power? Be confident all Thrones subsist in me: I am the measure of Felicitie. Mahomet in vaine, one Trophee of my might, Rais'd by my chang'd aspect to other Nations, Striues to make his Succession infinite, And robbe my wheeles of growth, state, declination. But he, and all else, that would master Time, In mortall Spheres, shall finde my power sublime. I bring the Truth to light; detect he Ill; My Natiu greatnesse scorneth bounded wayes; Vntimely Power a few dayes ruine will; Yea, Worth it selfe falls, till I list to raise. The Earth is mine: of earthly things the care I leaue to Men, that like them, earthly are. Ripe I yet am not to destroy Succession; The Vice of other Kingdomes giue him Time. The Fates, without me, can make no progression; By me alone, euen Truth doth fall, or clime: The Instant pettie webs, without me spunne, Vntimely ended be, as they begunne. Not Kings, but I, can Nemesis send forth, The iudgments of Reuenge, and Wrong, are mine: My Stampes alone doe warrant reall Worth; How doe vntimely Vertues else decline? For Sonne, or Father, to destroy each other, Are bastard deeds, where Time is not the mother. Such is the worke this State hath vndertaken, And keepes in Clouds; with purpose to aduance False counsells; in their selfe-craft iustly shaken, As grounded on my slaue, and shaddow Chance. Nay more; My childe Occasion is not free To bring forth good, or euill, without me. And shall I for reuealing this misdeed, By tying Future to the Present ill, Which keepes disorders wayes from happie speed; Be guiltie made of Mans still-erring will? Shall I, that in my selfe still golden am, By their Grosse metall, beare an Iron name?