The Courageous Turk, or Amurath the First · chunk 3 of 30
Goffe, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [Feb 24] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
Nature, and all those universed powers, Which showed such Admirable Godlike skill, Inframing this true model of ourselves, This Man, this thing called man, why do you thus, Make him a spectacle of such laughter for you, When in each man we see a Monarchy? For, as in states, all fortunes still attend: So with a Kingdom, with a complete state Well governed, and well managed in himself, Both each man bears, when that best part of man, (Reason) doth swayand rule each Passion. Affections are good Servants: but if will Make them once Master, they'll prove Tyrants still. No more King now: poor Subject AMURATH, Whom I have seen break through a Troop of Men, Like lightning from a Cloud: and done those Acts, Which 'ene the Furies would have trembled a: Treading down Armies, as if by them he meant Of dead men's backs to build up stairs to Heaven: And now lieth lurking in a woman's arms Drencht in the Lethe of Ignoble lust, its me for the wanton Enginere keep his so loose thoughts in smoothing tune. Woman enticing woman: golden hook To catch our thoughts: and when we once are caught▪ into the public view of shame: And there we lie bathed in incestuous pleasure od to laugh and scorne at once. Bone to my senses! I could either wish birth were like those Creatures, which we say from Putrid and corrupted matter; Then that we should acknowledge our dear being With grass and flowers: for what else is our state? V to the top but then the waight shll fall Upon their head that caused it. Work (my brain) Tush, blood, not water must wash off this stain. Shine here (my beauty) and expel the night More than a thousand stars that grace the Heavens: Me thinks, I see the Gods inventing shapes In which they mean to court thee. Iove he frowns And is far more jealous, more suspicious Of thee, than all the painted Trulls, whose eyes Bedeck the all ennameld Firmament. Beauty (my Lord) 'tis the worst part of woman. A weak poor thing, assaulted every hour By creeping minutes of defacing time: A superficies which each breath of care. Blasts off: and every humorous streame of grief, Which flows from forth these Fountains of our eyes, Washeth away, as rain doth Winter's snow. But those blessed guiders of all Nuptial rites, Have wrought a better cement to make fast, The hearts of Lovers; the true name of Wife Guilds o'er our thrones, with a more constant shape, Than can be subject or to time, or care: And in our selves; yea in our own true breasts, We have obedience, duty, careful Love; And last and best of all, we may have Children, Children are Hymen's pledges, these shall be Perpetual chains, to link my Lord and me.
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Nature, and all those universed powers, Which shew'd such Admirable Godlike skill, Inframing this true modell of our selves, This Man, this thing cal'd man, why doe you thus, Make him a spectacle of such laughter for you, When in each man we see a Monarchy? For, as in states, all fortunes still attend: So with a Kingdome, with a compleat state Well govern'd, and well manag'd in himselfe, Both each man beares, when that best part of man, (Reason) doth swayand rule each Passion. Affections are good Servants: but if will Make them once Master, theyle prove Tyrants still. No more King now: poore Subject AMVRATH, Whom I have seene breake through a Troope of Men, Like lightning from a Cloud: and done those Act, Which 'ene the Furies would have trembled a: Treading downe Armies, as if by them he meant Of dad mens backes to build up staires to Heaven: Ad now lyeth lurking in a womans armes in the Lehe of Ignoble lust, its me for the wanton Enginere o kepe his so loose thoughts in smoothing tune▪ woman: golden hooke To thoughts: and when we once are caught▪ o ito the publike view of shame: Ad we lye bthed in incestuous pleasure od to laugh and scorne at once. to sses! could eyther wish like thoe Creatures, which we say A frm Putid and corrupted matter; we should acknowledge our deare being grasse and flowers: for what else is our tate? V to the top but then the waight shll fall Vpon teir head that caus'd it. Worke (my braine) Tush, bloud, not watr must wash off this staine. Shine here (my ) and expell the night More than a thousand starres that grace the Heavens: Me thinkes, I see the Gods inventing shapes In which they meane to court thee. Iove he frownes And is farre more jealous, more suspitious Of thee, then all the painted Truls, whose eyes Bedecke the all ennameld Firmament. Beauty (my Lord) 'tis the worst part of woman. A weake poore thing, assaulted every houre By creeping minutes of defacing time: Asuperfici which each breath of care. Blasts off: and every humrous of grie, Which flowes from forth these Fountaines of our eyes▪ Washth away, as rain doth Winters snow. But those bles guiders of all Nuptiall rites, Have wrought a better sement to mak fat, The hearts of Lovers; the tre name of Wife Guilds o're our thones, with a more constant shape▪ Than can be subjct or to time, or cre: And in our selve; yea in our owne tru breats▪ We have , dty, carefull Love; And last and of all, we may have Children▪ Children are Hymns pldges, these shall be Perpetuall chaines, to linke my Lord ad me.