Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
Let Mustapha by your course be destroy'd, Let your wheeles, made to winde vp, and vntwine, Leaue nothing constantly to be enioy'd: For your Scithe mortall must to harme incline, Which, as this World, your maker, doth grow old, Doomes her, for your toyes, to be bought, and sold. Crosse your owne steps; hasten to make, and marre; With your Vicissitudes please, displease your owne: Your three light wheeles of sundry fashions are, And each, by others motion, ouerthrowne. Doe what you can: Mine shall subsist by Me: I am the measure of Felicitie. Achmat! Goe, charge the Bassha's to assemble: God only is aboue me, and consulted. Take freedome; not, as oft Kings seruants doe, To binde Church, State, and all Power vnder you. Visions are these, or bodies which appeared? Rays'd from within, or from aboue descending? Did vowes lift vp my soule, or bring downe these? God's not pleas'd with vs, till our hearts finde ease. What horror's this? Safetie, Right, and a Crowne, Thrones must neglect that will adore Gods light. His will, our good: Suppose it plucke vs downe; Reuenge is his. Against the ill what right? What meanes that Glasse borne on those glorious wings, Whose piercing shaddowes on my selfe reflect Staines, which my vowes against my children bring? My wrongs, and doubts, seeme there despayres of Vice; My Power a Turret; built against my Maker; My danger, but disorders preiudice. This Glasse, true Mirror of the Infinite, Shewes all; yet can I nothing comprehend. This Empire, nay the World, seemes shaddowes there; Which mysteries dissolue me into feare. I that without feele no Superior power, And feele within but what I will conceiue, Distract; know neither what to take, nor leaue. I, that was free before, am now captiu'd; This Sacrifice hath rais'd me from my Earth, By that I should, from that I am depriu'd. In my affections Man, in knowledge more, Protected no where, farre more disunited; Still King of Men, but of my Selfe no more. In my Sonnes death, it shewes this Empires fall; And in his life, my danger still included: To die, or kill, alike vnnaturall. My powers, and spirits, with prayer thus confused, Nor iudge, nor rest, nor yeeld, nor raigne I can: No God, no Diuell, no constant King, nor Man. The Earth drawes one way, and the skie another. If God worke thus, Kings must looke vpwards still, And from these Powers they know not, choose a will. Or else beleeue themselues, their strength, occasion; Make wisdome conscience; and the world their skie: So haue all Tyrants done; and so must I. Solyman! If Rossa you will see aliue, You must make haste: for her Despaire is such, As she thinks all things but her Rage, too much. Fortune! hast thou not moulds enough of Sorrow, But thou must those of Loue, and Kindnesse borrow? Tell me: Out of what ground growes Rossa's passion?
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Let Mustapha by your course be destroy'd, Let your wheeles, made to winde vp, and vntwine, Leaue nothing constantly to be enioy'd: For your Scithe mortall must to harme incline, Which, as this World, your maker, doth grow old, Doomes her, for your toyes, to be bought, and sold. Crosse your owne steps; hasten to make, and marre; With your Vicissitudes please, displease your owne: Your three light wheeles of sundry fashions are, And each, by others motion, ouerthrowne. Doe what you can: Mine shall subsist by Me: I am the measure of Felicitie. Achmat! Goe, charge the Bassha's to assemble: God only is aboue me, and consulted. Take freedome; not, as oft Kings seruants doe, To binde Church, State, and all Power vnder you. Visions are these, or bodies which appeared? Rays'd from within, or from aboue descending? Did vowes lift vp my soule, or bring downe these? God's not pleas'd with vs, till our hearts finde ease. What horror's this? Safetie, Right, and a Crowne, Thrones must neglect that will adore Gods light. His will, our good: Suppose it plucke vs downe; Reuenge is his. Against the ill what right? What meanes that Glasse borne on those glorious wings, Whose piercing shaddowes on my selfe reflect Staines, which my vowes against my children bring? My wrongs, and doubts, seeme there despayres of Vice; My Power a Turret; built against my Maker; My danger, but disorders preiudice. This Glasse, true Mirror of the Infinite, Shewes all; yet can I nothing comprehend. This Empire, nay the World, seemes shaddowes there; Which mysteries dissolue me into feare. I that without feele no Superior power, And feele within but what I will conceiue, Distract; know neither what to take, nor leaue. I, that was free before, am now captiu'd; This Sacrifice hath rais'd me from my Earth, By that I should, from that I am depriu'd. In my affections Man, in knowledge more, Protected no where, farre more disunited; Still King of Men, but of my Selfe no more. In my Sonnes death, it shewes this Empires fall; And in his life, my danger still included: To die, or kill, alike vnnaturall. My powers, and spirits, with prayer thus confused, Nor iudge, nor rest, nor yeeld, nor raigne I can: No God, no Diuell, no constant King, nor Man. The Earth drawes one way, and the skie another. If God worke thus, Kings must looke vpwards still, And from these Powers they know not, choose a will. Or else beleeue themselues, their strength, occasion; Make wisdome conscience; and the world their skie: So haue all Tyrants done; and so must I. Solyman! If Rossa you will see aliue, You must make haste: for her Despaire is such, As she thinks all things but her Rage, too much. Fortune! hast thou not moulds enough of Sorrow, But thou must those of Loue, and Kindnesse borrow? Tell me: Out of what ground growes Rossa's passion?