The Courageous Turk, or Amurath the First · chunk 6 of 30
Goffe, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [Feb 24] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
My Leige— Nay, no Court oil (by your leave) no flattery, We are but man, this very trunk of ours, Is but a Vessel filled with humane blood And we trust not that Parasite like pen, I 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. All the destroying vices of frail man, I may be subject to, but what base looseness, Or supple Luxury, didst thou ere obscure So to benumb our sense, that thou shouldst think We could be pleased with such effaeminate Presents, Know sir our eyes shall have that abstinence That will not look on them, on boys, of women, Hence then, and present some coward with them, Give me a spectacle would please the Gods, And make them bend their Ivory brows to the Earth, A man, a Soldier, strong with his wounds, Amongst fate and ruin, upright and unshaped, His mind being all his guard, his wall, and armour, And if he fall, still noble wrath remains, In his amazed Trunk: not all the darts Stuck in his sides, making him all one wound, Affright his courage, but wrath lending weapons, Himself doth seem a new and horrid War, Nor are those Milksops which beguile the time, With stealing minutes from their Lady's lips Such as the Gods do love; foras the Wind Loseth its force, if it be not opposed With woods of strong and stubborn planted tree, So virtue, if it walk in trodden paths That breaks up honour's gap, and makes the way Through paths of death, that flame burns strong Which is resisted: valour shines in wrong: Of Alexander's Soldiers be this sed, War was as peace, when he the army led. Brave Macedon, how truly hast thou weighed, The reason of man's birth, who is equal borne, For all the world, as well as for himself. The world's a field too narrow for thy worth! And although Nature, hath her enacted bounds For Sea and Earth, nay for the Heavens themselves, Nor Sea nor Earth, shall coop thy valour up: Valour of Nature ever this attains That it breaks forth, far, and beyond her chains, And this I'll trumpet out. the whole world's Ball In which thou art so great, to thee is small; When men want worlds to show their virtue in, That is the crime o'th' gods, and not their sins: 'Tis a decree of a true Souldiers mind, To think nought done, when aught is left behind, On (valiant youth) for, know I will appoint; A Grecian Prince who so shall steep his quill To paint out thy name in Wels of eloquence, That this thy scorn of Lust shall be Proposed to all King's example to posterity, Know mortals that the men the Gods most love In hard and dangerous Arts, they always prove, When men live brave at first, then fall to crimes, Their bad I Chronicle to future times: For, who begins good Arts, and not proceeds He but goeth backward in all noble deeds. Death consecrates those men whose awful end, Though most men fear, yet all men must commend.
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My Lige — Nay, no Court oyle (by your leave) no flattery▪ We are but man, this very trunke of ours, Is but a Vessell fild with human bloo And we trust not that Parasite like ▪ I . All the destroying vices of fraile man, I may be subject to, but what base loosenesse, Or supple Luxury, didst thou ere obscure So to benumne our sence, that thou shouldst thinke We could be pleas'd with such effaeminate Presents, * Know sir our eyes shall have that abstinence That will not looke on them, on boyes, of women, Hence then, and present some coward with them, Give me a spectacle would please the Gods, And make them bend their Ivorie browes to the Earth, A man, a Souldier, trong with his wounds, 'Mongst fate and ruine, upright and unshap't, His minde eing all his guard, his wall, and armour, And if he fall, till noble wrath remaines, In his amased Trunke: not ll the darts Stucke in his sides, making him a one wound, Aright his courage, but wrath lending weapons, Himselfe doth seeme a new and horrid Warre, Nor are those Milke-sops which beguile the time, With tealing minutes from their Ladies lips Such as the Gods doe love; foras the Winde Looseth it's force, if it be not oppos'd With woods of strong and stubborne planted trees▪ So vertue, if it wake in troden paths That breakes up honours gap, and makes the way Through pathes of death, that flame burnes strong Which is resisted: valor hines in wrong: Of Alexanders Souldiers be this sed, Warre was a peace, when he the army led. Brave Macedon, how truly hast thou weighed, The reason of mans birth, who is equall borne, For all the world, as well as for himselfe. The world's a field to narrow for thy worth! And although Nature, hath her enacted bounds For Sea and Earth, nay for the Heavens themselves, Nor Sea nor Earth, shall coope thy valour up: Valour of Nature ever this attaines That it breakes forth, farre, and beyond her chaines, And this Ile trumpet out. the whole worlds Ball In which thou art so great, to thee is small; When men want worlds to hew their vertue in, That is the crime o'th ods, and not their sinnes: * 'Tis a decree of a true Souliers mind, To thinke nought done, when ought is left behind, On (valiant youth) for, know I will appoint; A Grecian Prince who so shall steepe his quill To paint out thy name in Wls of eloquence, That this thy soorne of Lust shall be Propos'd to all Kings example to posterity, Know mortals that the men the Gods most love In hard and dagerous Arts, they alwayes prove, When men live brave at first, then fall to crimes, Their bad I Chronicle to future times: For, who begins good Arts, and not proceeds He but goeth backward in all noble deeds. Death consecrates those men whose awfull end, Though most men feare, yet all men must commend.