Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
THis is the sum, I can but be like this. After the prouder threatening of the French, After the sure impression of Diseases I can but be like this: then let me think What loss I have when I am made like this: This fears no French: a peace of ordinance Can break, but not astonish this, no force Can draw a tear, no not a sigh from hence: And can it be a loss to be like this? O Death! why art thou feared? why do we think 'tis such a horrid terror Not to Be? Why, not to be, is, not to be a wretch, Why, not to be, is, to be like the heavens, Not to be subject to the power of Fate: O there's no happiness but not to be. But thou discloser of the stealth of Time, Let me inquire how much is worn away Of this sad hour: the half? O speedy time! That mak'st us feel, ere we can think of Age, Ere we can take an order for the Grave. What? deep in meditation, noble friend? So studious of your Watch? alas good man, Thou needst not this faint help to guess at Fate, These silver hairs are watch enough for thee. I only look how many minutes hence Midan expires. O swift Arithmetic, To sum by minutes our sad Duchies age. This Watch doth teach real Philosophy, There is no tutor to this active brass: What is a Kingdom, but a larger watch? Wound up by Fate unto some scores of years, And then it falls: good Iuliano list, Hark how it beats, how strongly, and how fast, Beyond the motion of a nimble pulse: Who would not think this were a lasting noise? And yet it ends: after some date of hours The watch will be as silent as the head. O 'tis our folly, folly, my dear friend, Because we see th'activity of States, To flatter them with false Eternity: Why longer than the dweller lasts the house? Why should the world be always, and not man? Sure kingdoms are as mortal as their Kings, And stay but longer for their period. I fear our Climacterical is now: When all professions turn to soldier, To that curst Art that thrives by Destiny. The scythes are straighted into swords, and th'Earth Being not wounded is undone, where once Stood buildings, which an humble Poetry Without too bold a swelling might give Kings: Whole Mines undone to beautify one roof, Now only Desolation dwells: weak grief, To say Corn grows, where once a City stood, That sustenance is there where no men are, This is a trifling, and half-misery: Our Lands now only furnish us with Graves, Can hide us, but not feed us; we would think Our Cities standing, though the buildings fell, If we had no grief, but Fertility. But on what strength does Sforza still subsist Against so powerful foes?
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THis is the ſumme, I can but be like this. After the prouder threatning of the French, After the ſure impreſſion of Diſeaſes I can but be like this: then let me thinke What loſſe I haue when I am made like this: This feares no French: a peace of ordinance Can breake, but not aſtoniſh this, no force Can draw a teare, no not a ſigh from hence: And can it be a loſſe to be like this? O Death! why art thou fear'd? why doe we thinke Tis ſuch a horrid terror▪ Not to Be? Why, not to be, is, not to be a wretch, Why, not to be, is, to be like the heau'ns, Not to be ſubiect to the pow'r of Fate: O there's no happineſſe but not to be. But thou diſcloſer of the ſtealth of Time, Let me inquire how much is worne away Of this ſad houre: the halfe? O ſpeedy time! That mak'ſt vs feele, ere we can thinke of Age, Ere we can take an order for the Graue. What? deepe in meditation, noble friend? So ſtudious of your Watch? alas good man, Thou needſt not this faint helpe to gueſſe at Fate, Theſe ſiluer haires are watch enough for thee. I onely looke how many minutes hence Man expires. O ſwift Arithmeticke, To ſumme by minutes our ſad Duchies age. This VVatch doth teach reall Philoſophy, There is no tutor to this actiue braſſe: VVhat is a Kingdome, but a larger watch? VVound vp by Fate vnto ſome ſcores of yeares, And then it falls: good Iuliano liſt, Harke how it beats, how ſtrongly, and how faſt, Beyond the motion of a nimble pulſe: VVho would not thinke this were a laſting noiſe? And yet it ends: after ſome date of houres The watch will be as ſilent as the head. O tis our folly, folly, my deare friend, Becauſe we ſee th'actiuity of States, To flatter them with falſe Eternity: VVhy longer then the dweller laſts the houſe? Why ſhould the world be alwaies, and not man? Sure kingdomes are as mortall as their Kings, And ſtay but longer for their period. I feare our Climactericall is now: When all profeſſions turne to ſouldier, To that eurſt Art that thriues by Deſtiny. The ſithes are ſtraighted into ſwords, and th'Earth Being not wounded is vndone, where once Stood buildings, which an humble Poetry Without too bold a ſwelling might giue Kings: Whole Mines vndone to beautifie one roofe, Now onely Deſolation dwels: weake griefe, To ſay Corne growes, where once a City ſtood, That ſuſtenance is there where no men are, This is a trifling, and halfe-miſery: Our Lands now onely furniſh vs with Graues, Can hide vs, but not feed vs; we would thinke Our Cities ſtanding, though the buildings fell, If we had no griefe, but Fertility. But on what ſtrength does Sforza ſtill ſubſiſt Againſt ſo powrefull foes?