Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
This time from heauen when by the secret course,
Dissension vniuersally began,
(Preuailing as a planetarie sourse)
I’th’church belieuing, as Mahumitan,
When _Luther_ first did those[2083] opinions nurse,
Much from great Rome in little space that wan,
It to this change so aptly did dispose,
From whose sad ruine ours so great arose.
91.
That heere that fabrique vtterly did faile,
Which powerfull fate had limited to time,
By whose strong law it naturally must quaile,
From that proud height to which it long did clime,
Letting ’gainst it the contrarie preuaile,
Therein to punish some notorious crime,
For which at length iust dooming heauen decreed,
That on her buildings ruine heere should feed.
92.
Th’authoritie vpon her she did take,
And vse thereof in euery little thing,
Finding her selfe how oft she did forsake,
In her owne bounds her neuer limiting,[2084]
That awfull feare and due obedience brake
Which her reputed holinesse did bring,
From slight regard soone brought her into hate
With those that much disliked her[2085] estate.
93.
And that those[2086] parts she cunningly had plai’d,
Beliefe vnto her[2087] miracles to win,
Vnto the world[2088] were euery day bewrai’d,
From which the doubt did of her power begin,
Damnation yet to question what she said,
Made most suspect the faith they had been in,
When their saluation easly might be bought,
Found not this yet the way that they had sought.
94.
When those ill humours ripened to a head,
Bred by the ranknesse of the plentious land,
And they not only strangely from her fled,
Bound for her ancient libertie to stand,
But what their fathers gaue her being dead,
The sonnes rap’d from her with a violent hand,
And those her buildings most of all abus’d,
That with the waight their father’s coffins bruis’d.
95.
The wisest and most prouident but build,
For time againe too wastfully destroy,[2089]
The costly piles and monuments we guild,
Succeeding time shall reckon but a toy,
Vicissitude impartially wil’d,
The goodliest things be subiect to annoy,
And what one age did studiously maintaine,
The next againe accounteth vile and vaine.
96.
Yet time doth tell, in some things they did erre,
That put their helpe her brauery to deface,
When as the wealth, that taken was from her,
Others soone raised, that did them displace,
Their titles and their offices conferre
On such before, as were obscure and base,
Who would with her they likewise downe should go,
And o’rthrew them that her did ouerthrow.
97.
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