Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
How brook'd she that the wicked only feare? Her death (I meane) with what heart did she beare? She neither stubburne was, nor ouerthrowne; And, but for Mustapha, made no request: As if his harmes had only beene her owne. Solyman! Take heed. Malice, like Clockes woond vp to watch the Sunne, Hasting a headlong course on many wheeles, " Haue neuer done, vntill they be vndone. I slew my Childe; my Childe would haue slaine thee: All bloody Fates in my blood written be. I sweare by Mahomet, my Sonne shall die. Reuenge is Iustice, and no crueltie. Beglerbie! attend. This glorious Phaëton here, That would at once subuert this State, and Me, Safe to the Eunuchs carried let him be. These spirits of practise, that contend with fate, Must, by their deaths, doe honor to a State. Ah humorous Kings? how are you tossed, like waues, With breaths, that from the earth beneath you moue; " Obserued, and betray'd; knowne and vndone; By being nothing, unto all things wonne. " Frayle man! that mould'st misfortune in thy Wit, By giuing thy made I doll leaue to fashion " Thy ends to his. For marke; what comes of it? Nature is lost, our being onely Chance, " Where Grace alone, not Merit, must aduance. The one my Image: Solymans the other: He, with himselfe, is wrought to spoyle his owne: I, with my selfe, am made the instrument, That Courts should haue no great hearts innocent. But stay: why wander I thus from my ends? New counsells must be had when Planets fall: Change hath her periods, and is naturall. The Saint we worship is Authoritie, Which liues in Kings, and cannot with them die. True faith makes Martyrs vnto God alone: Misfortune hath no such oddes in a Throne. But see! This Foot-ball to the Starres is come, Mustapha I meane, in Innocence secure, Which, for it will not giue Fate, must endure. Heli distract, fixt, and agast, I see, And will goe nearer to obserue the rest, That Wit may take occasion at the best. For if they feele their State, and know their Strength, How prone this Masse is for another head; Did euer hazard finde Occasion dead? Whether he get the Crowne, or lose his blood, The one is ill to him; to me both good. False Mahomet! Thy Lawes Monarchall are, Vniust, ambitious; full of spoyle, and blood, Hauing, not of the best, but greatest, Care. Must life yeeld vp it selfe to be put out, Before this frame of Nature be decaied? Must blood the tribute be of Tyrants doubt? O wretched Flesh! in which must be obeyed Gods law, that wills Impossibilitie; And Princes wills, the gulfes of Tyrannie. We Priests, euen with the mysterie of words, First binde our selues, and with our selues the rest To seruitude, the sheath of Tyrants sword; Each worst vnto himselfe, approuing best.
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How brook'd she that the wicked only feare? Her death (I meane) with what heart did she beare? She neither stubburne was, nor ouerthrowne; And, but for Mustapha, made no request: As if his harmes had only beene her owne. Solyman! Take heed. " Malice, like Clockes woond vp to watch the Sunne, " Hasting a headlong course on many wheeles, " Haue neuer done, vntill they be vndone. I slew my Childe; my Childe would haue slaine thee: All bloody Fates in my blood written be. I sweare by Mahomet, my Sonne shall die. Reuenge is Iustice, and no crueltie. Beglerbie! attend. This glorious Phaëton here, That would at once subuert this State, and Me, Safe to the Eunuchs carried let him be. These spirits of practise, that contend with fate, Must, by their deaths, doe honor to a State. Ah humorous Kings? how are you tossed, like waues, With breaths, that from the earth beneath you moue; " Obserued, and betray'd; knowne and vndone; " By being nothing, unto all things wonne. " Frayle man! that mould'st misfortune in thy Wit, " By giuing thy made I doll leaue to fashion " Thy ends to his. For marke; what comes of it? " Nature is lost, our being onely Chance, " Where Grace alone, not Merit, must aduance. The one my Image: Solymans the other: He, with himselfe, is wrought to spoyle his owne: I, with my selfe, am made the instrument, That Courts should haue no great hearts innocent. But stay: why wander I thus from my ends? New counsells must be had when Planets fall: Change hath her periods, and is naturall. The Saint we worship is Authoritie, Which liues in Kings, and cannot with them die. True faith makes Martyrs vnto God alone: Misfortune hath no such oddes in a Throne. But see! This Foot-ball to the Starres is come, Mustapha I meane, in Innocence secure, Which, for it will not giue Fate, must endure. Heli distract, fixt, and agast, I see, And will goe nearer to obserue the rest, That Wit may take occasion at the best. For if they feele their State, and know their Strength, How prone this Masse is for another head; Did euer hazard finde Occasion dead? Whether he get the Crowne, or lose his blood, The one is ill to him; to me both good. False Mahomet! Thy Lawes Monarchall are, Vniust, ambitious; full of spoyle, and blood, Hauing, not of the best, but greatest, Care. Must life yeeld vp it selfe to be put out, Before this frame of Nature be decaied? Must blood the tribute be of Tyrants doubt? O wretched Flesh! in which must be obeyed Gods law, that wills Impossibilitie; And Princes wills, the gulfes of Tyrannie. We Priests, euen with the mysterie of words, First binde our selues, and with our selues the rest To seruitude, the sheath of Tyrants sword; Each worst vnto himselfe, approuing best.