Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
Sir! by our Lords commandement, here I wayt, To guide you to his presence: Where, like a King, and Father, he intends To honor, and acquaint you with his ends. Heli! Farewell. All Fates are from aboue Chain'd vnto humors that must rise, or fall. Thinke what we will: Men doe but what they shall. Are Men no more? Are Kings annoynted blood Prophane to them, and sacred vnto vs? Playes Power with lawes of God, and Nature thus? Shall sorrow write this storie of oppression Onely in idle teares, and not in blood? Where is Mans zeale to God, his loue to men? Shall that false Labyrinth of humane feare Keepe Honor, and Reuenge still captiue there? No: let the spirit of Wrong stirre vp affection, By smart to make both men, and Tyrants know, There is in each, of each, the overthrow. Are hell, and heauen peopled out of vs? Keepe we the Keyes of Conscience, and of Passion, And can no iust reuenge in either fashion? Was euer change vnwelcome vnto man? Restlesse Mortalitie still hates the present: No one Rule please the Vniuersall can. This Empires constitution Martiall is, Where hopes, and feares, must neuer be vnbent: Anarchie is call'd for here by discontent. To Mustapha I know the worlds affection; To Solyman feare only drawes regard, And men stirre easily where the reyne is hard. Then l●t them stirre, and teare away this veyle Of pride from Power; that our great Lord may see Vnmiracled, his owne Humanity. People! Looke vp aboue this Diuans name; This rent of Error; snare of Libertie; Where punishment is Tyrants taxe, and fame. Abolish these false Oracles of might, Courts subalterne, which bearing Tyrants seale, Oppresse the People, and make vaine, Appeale. Ruine these spetious maskes of Tyrannie, These Crowne-payd Caddies of their makers fashion; Which, Power-like, for Right distribute Passion. Confound Degrees, the Artifice of Thrones To beare downe Nature; while they raise vp Art With gilded Titles, to deceiue the heart. The Church absolues you: Truth approues your worke. Craft, and oppression euery where God hates. Besides, where Order is not, Change is free, And giues all rights to Popularitie. ANgels fell first from God, Man was the next that fell: Both being made by him for Heau'n, haue for themselues made Hell. Defection had, for ground, an essence which might fall, Growne proud with glories of that God, like whom they would be all. Hence each thing, but himselfe, these fall'n Powers comprehend, Nor can beyond depriuings ill their knowledge extend. But in that darckned Orbe, through mists which vice creates, Ioylesse, enioy a wofull glimpse of their once happy States. And Serpent-like, with curst eternitie of euill, Actiue in mischiefe many wayes to adde more to the Diuell, They take on euery shape of vice that may delight, Striuing to make Creation lesse, Priuation infinite. Whence Man from goodnes stray'd, and wisdomes innocence, Yea subiect made to graue, and hell, by errors impotence,
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Sir! by our Lords commandement, here I wayt, To guide you to his presence: Where, like a King, and Father, he intends To honor, and acquaint you with his ends. Heli! Farewell. All Fates are from aboue Chain'd vnto humors that must rise, or fall. Thinke what we will: Men doe but what they shall. Are Men no more? Are Kings annoynted blood Prophane to them, and sacred vnto vs? Playes Power with lawes of God, and Nature thus? Shall sorrow write this storie of oppression Onely in idle teares, and not in blood? Where is Mans zeale to God, his loue to men? Shall that false Labyrinth of humane feare Keepe Honor, and Reuenge still captiue there? No: let the spirit of Wrong stirre vp affection, By smart to make both men, and Tyrants know, There is in each, of each, the overthrow. Are hell, and heauen peopled out of vs? Keepe we the Keyes of Conscience, and of Passion, And can no iust reuenge in either fashion? Was euer change vnwelcome vnto man? Restlesse Mortalitie still hates the present: No one Rule please the Vniuersall can. This Empires constitution Martiall is, Where hopes, and feares, must neuer be vnbent: Anarchie is call'd for here by discontent. To Mustapha I know the worlds affection; To Solyman feare only drawes regard, And men stirre easily where the reyne is hard. Then lt them stirre, and teare away this veyle Of pride from Power; that our great Lord may see Vnmiracled, his owne Humanity. People! Looke vp aboue this Diuans name; This rent of Error; snare of Libertie; Where punishment is Tyrants taxe, and fame. Abolish these false Oracles of might, Courts subalterne, which bearing Tyrants seale, Oppresse the People, and make vaine, Appeale. Ruine these spetious maskes of Tyrannie, These Crowne-payd Caddies of their makers fashion; Which, Power-like, for Right distribute Passion. Confound Degrees, the Artifice of Thrones To beare downe Nature; while they raise vp Art With gilded Titles, to deceiue the heart. The Church absolues you: Truth approues your worke. Craft, and oppression euery where God hates. Besides, where Order is not, Change is free, And giues all rights to Popularitie. ANgels fell first from God, Man was the next that fell: Both being made by him for Heau'n, haue for themselues made Hell. Defection had, for ground, an essence which might fall, Growne proud with glories of that God, like whom they would be all. Hence each thing, but himselfe, these fall'n Powers comprehend, Nor can beyond depriuings ill their knowledge extend. But in that darckned Orbe, through mists which vice creates, Ioylesse, enioy a wofull glimpse of their once happy States. And Serpent-like, with curst eternitie of euill, Actiue in mischiefe many wayes to adde more to the Diuell, They take on euery shape of vice that may delight, Striuing to make Creation lesse, Priuation infinite. Whence Man from goodnes stray'd, and wisdomes innocence, Yea subiect made to graue, and hell, by errors impotence,