Gomersall, Robert · published 1633 · first performed or written 1628 [1622-1628] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 503 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Yet he had before he fought (By the speedy war of thought) Conquered Italy, and so Has hastened his own overthrow. Io, Io, etc. Henceforth let them learn to live In the peace, that home doth give, Nor again so fond rave, To travel for a foreign grave. Io, Io, etc. First we thank Heaven, by whose most gracious aid We have the means, and reason to thank you. Now we begin to lift up our faint heads, And entertain, though scarce believe a peace: Now Italy at length has lost her yoke, Which she was wont to give, but never bear, And therefore wondered at the strangeness more Than at the weight of't: in this noble act Sforza claims nothing but the happiness, Which he acknowledges received from you. Sforza's deserts exceed the height of praise. He has slaved Italy by freeing it. Milan must know him for her Romulus. We know ourself so underneath this praise, That could we but suspect untruth in you, we'd call all this but mockery. D'ye doubt? Make you a question of the name of it? Why call it as it is, plain flattery. We wondered lately at the prouder French, And gave too high a value to their acts: When in a serious estimation, Their chiefest victory was of the miles, And more a journey then a war: if they Could gain a fame by nimble travelling, How shall we rear a trophy to his name, That made them go far faster than they came? For my part (though I know his Modesty, Which will refuse the honours he deserves) I'd have him forced unto the government, To rule that happy land which he hath saved. A Sforza a Sforza. Sforza will ne'er gainsay the general voice, Your love I like beyond your gift: kind heavens Show by my governments integrity You were the people's prompter, and I'll show (If you but actuate my just desires) I only am their Duke in goodness: since Milan hath chose, it shall applaud her Prince. NO rest in death? why than I see they err That give a quiet to a sepulchre. 'Tis our hard fate, nor can Man choose but die, But where Grief is, is Immortality. This draws our juiceless bones to a new day, From Lethe's banks, where we have learned the way, (An easy learning) to return our woes, And laugh at our misfortunes in our foes. we'll draw felicity out of our fall, And make our ghost revenge our Funeral. That our dim Eyes, & with pale death benighted, May by revenge be cleared, and we be righted (If other punishment should come too slow) By the exacter justice of our foe. When being betrayed by them he trusted most, He shall be prisoner in a foreign coast, When wanting sustenance, his teeth shall chaw His arms for food, and their once feeders gnaw. When Hell shall have but part of him, when he That now triumphs shall be less ghost than we.
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Yet he had before he fought (By the speedy warre of thought) Conquer'd Italy, and so Has hasten'd his owne overthrow. Io, Io, &c. Henceforth let them learne to live In the peace, that home doth give, Nor againe so fondly rave, To travell for a forren grave. Io, Io, &c. First we thank Heav'n, by whose most gracious aid We have the meanes, and reason to thanke you. Now we beginne to lift up our faint heads, And entertaine, though scarce beleeve a peace: Now Italy at length has lost her yoake, Which she was wont to give, but never beare, And therefore wondred at the strangenesse more Then at the weight of't: in this noble act Sforza claimes nothing but the happinesse, Which he acknowledges receiv'd from you. Sforza's deserts exceed the height of praise. He has slav'd Italy by freeing it. Millan must know him for her Romulus. VVe know our selfe so underneath this praise, That could we but suspect untruth in you, VVee'd call all this but mockery. D'yee doubt? Make you a question of the name of it? VVhy call it as it is, plaine flattery. VVe wondred lately at the prouder French, And gave too high a valew to their acts: VVhen in a serious estimation, Their chiefest victory was of the miles, And more a journey then a warre: if they Could gaine a fame by nimble travelling, How shall we reare a trophee to his name, That made them goe farre faster then they came? For my part (though I know his Modesty, VVhich will refuse the honours he deserves) I'de have him forc'd unto the government, To rule that happy land which he hath sav'd. A Sforza a Sforza. Sforza will ne'r gainesay the gen'rall voice, Your love I like beyond your gift: kind Heav'ns Shew by my governments integrity You were the peoples prompter, and I'le shew (If you but actuate my just desires) I onely am their Duke in goodnesse: since Millan hath chose, it shall applaud her Prince. NO rest in death? why then I see they erre That give a quiet to a sepulcher. 'Tis our hard fate, nor can Man chuse but die, But where Griefe is, is Immortality. This drawes our juicelesse bones to a new day, From Lethes banks, where we have learnt the way, (An easie learning) to returne our woes, And laugh at our misfortunes in our foes. Wee'll draw felicity out of our fall, And make our ghost reuenge our Funerall. That our dim Eyes, & with pale death benighted, May by revenge be clear'd, and we be righted (If other punishment should come too slow) By the exacter justice of our foe. When being betray'd by them he trusted most, He shall be pris'ner in a forren coast, When wanting sustenance, his teeth shall chaw His armes for food, and their once feeders gnaw. When Hell shall have but part of him, when he That now triumphs shall be lesse ghost then we.