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SCENE 3.
AndronicusSolus.
Fortune
do now thy worst? and do not spare,
Thee and thy power I now defie and dare.
Before thou couldst not see, now canst not feel
In pitty to thee I will turn thy wheel.
And thou great Bugbear men call destiny,
(Whom the wise scorn) fools make a deyty;
We'ave mauld you by our prudent providence.
Both wanton chance and cruel fate pack hence,
No sawcy dangers dare oppose our bliss,
Caus'd from false friends or fury of foes.
Thee and thy power I now defie and dare.
Before thou couldst not see, now canst not feel
In pitty to thee I will turn thy wheel.
And thou great Bugbear men call destiny,
(Whom the wise scorn) fools make a deyty;
We'ave mauld you by our prudent providence.
Both wanton chance and cruel fate pack hence,
No sawcy dangers dare oppose our bliss,
Caus'd from false friends or fury of foes.
Aptius was a churle and starv'd his soul,
We'l frolick better with our Genius:
All pleasures shall strive for this happiness.
Which shall soonest arrive all our senses,
Though none stay long do supplant each other.
And thus with various Mirth wee'l smother cares,
Whilst polititians there looks on us;
And when they read our practise burn their books,
Studdy our life although (alas) in vain,
T'attain unto the top of all our bliss,
And yet, their best will learn to mend by ours,
And so, though short of us, transcend themselves,
We'l frolick better with our Genius:
All pleasures shall strive for this happiness.
Which shall soonest arrive all our senses,
Though none stay long do supplant each other.
And thus with various Mirth wee'l smother cares,
Whilst polititians there looks on us;
And when they read our practise burn their books,
Studdy our life although (alas) in vain,
T'attain unto the top of all our bliss,
And yet, their best will learn to mend by ours,
And so, though short of us, transcend themselves,
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Safety's not safe, if we be not secure,
We built our greatness so as to endure,
Pil'd up by Art stopt every cranny where,
The shadow of a danger did appear;
They'r fools who with late sorrow do repent,
What early foresight easily might prevent;
To late born nephews shall our Crown descend,
And with the world shall our succession end.
We built our greatness so as to endure,
Pil'd up by Art stopt every cranny where,
The shadow of a danger did appear;
They'r fools who with late sorrow do repent,
What early foresight easily might prevent;
To late born nephews shall our Crown descend,
And with the world shall our succession end.
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