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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
act_n	death_n	king_n	treason_n	2,352	5	9.2422	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10732	The celestiall publican A sacred poem: liuely describing the birth, progresse, bloudy passion, and glorious resurrection of our Sauiour. The spirituall sea-fight. The mischieuous deceites of the world, the flesh, the vicious courtier. The Iesuite. The Diuell. Seauen seuerall poems, with sundry epitaphs and anagrams. By Nathanael Richards Gent.	Richards, Nathanael, ca. 1600-1652.	1630 (1630)	STC 21010; ESTC S115928	35,361	164

forgetfulnesse * Charity Contempt their Vertue wantonnesse * Plumpe high-fed pamper'd flesh on whom must wait * Page Pander Parasite preparation State * Gold Glistring Glory Cost Curious dyet * Insatiate Pleasure and luxurious Riot And why all this high feeding Rich Attire But like bright Beacons flaming all on fire Threat Ruine Death and Hell which wise men see And know what fooles they make know them to be Soule-flaming fire-brands Expert in Euill Witches Hell-Cats Factors for the Deuill Sucke-blouds Hyena Syrens Crocodiles All Scylla and Charybdis whose proud smiles Take pleasure to entice make Men deface Their Soules faire Temple for a poore Embrace A lushious Pleasure lewd lasciuious greeting A pleasing sweete but a most bitter sweeting Neuer was any great Arch-mischiefe done But by a Whore or a Priest first begun A Cloth of siluer S●●● Times Tissue Trull Can with close Cleopatra's Kisses Gull The greatest Kings and Dukes loue for an houre Nor is it them shee loues but their high powre Groomes of the meanest qualitie in Court Can make her fleshly fulnesse sweeter sport A glorious shee Smocke-statist can amaze Fire famous Troy and set the world at gaze A Drab of State is a consuming Flame Oft fiers the Hearts of Princes past reclaime Turnes Ioy to deepe and Melancholy sadnesse Poysons the bloud and fils the braine with madnesse * Why should she else with painting seeme more faire * Suffer her naked Breasts lie open bare * Why vse false coulour'd haire Embost with Gold * Pownc'd with Perfumes Lockes curled to behold * Why Oyles Waters for Teeth Why void of Grace * With spots like Rats-Dung to blacke patch the face * Or why in Baths of Milke wash her proud skin * Why wrong Heau'ns work-manship with such hie sin * If not like CIRCE by enchantment strange * Men into Beasts and Beast-like natures change * Confounding sense all reason sits a side * Such is the force of her affected Pride * A painted Face sleekt o're by cunning Art * Is but the Pride of a luxurious Heart * A discontentment of God's worke vpon her * To wooe mens Eyes to Lust and her dishonor * Painting's the Nurse of black thoghts damn'd deuises * It makes the soule imitate greatest vices What is it else but daring Impudence Gainst the bright Glory of Omnipotence Lusts Looking-Glasse Torch of Iniquitie Th' imperious Mistris of all Witcherie A slimie sinne dawb'd o're the painted wall Of foulest Folly to catch fooles with all A painted Face harbours a Heart of Flint There is no rellish of Deuotion in 't Lust Pride and Enuie all the sinnes that are Waites on the painted Beautie falsely faire Still busie in her Eare her Minde her Eye To whore away Man's soule with foolerie The painted outside of a tempting Face Spotted with Hell stands sequestred from Grace * Such Prodigall sinfull sweetes Men ought not haue * Nor see th' aluring Face vnfit to craue * Soules that will mount high Heau'ns Celestiall state * Climbes Vertues Ladder vicious Actions hate * Man that will ne'r be tempted past his might * Runnes from the Glit'ring Strumpet flies her sight * O happy is the man blessed for euer * Whose Life in flying Sinne Ioyes to perseuer Vita nihil peius iniqua THE IESVITE NOt like that Masse-Priest he whose mouth is cram'd With words that speak all Protestants are damn'd Him nor his Flocke I dare not censure so Nor meane to write more then I iustly know To be most true In which knowne Path I finde Counterfeit Catholiques so grossely blinde They dare outface Heau'ns Truth forg'd lies maintaine To Cloake the cunning Iesuites subtile Braine He that do's Theefe-like waite for Vertues fall Liues in perpetuall watch to blow vp all The President recorded stands for euer In this Realmes safety which hel's Plot can neuer Wipe from Rememb'rance neuer shall the Euill Of that close Secretary to the Deuill That Jesuite GARNET liue forgot while I Haue Pen or Hand to write his Tragedy That Myne of Murther Mischiefes Master-vice Lodg'd in the Politicque skull of Auarice His desp'rate Soule was such hee durst to swimme A Sea of Vice be rackt in eu'ry Limme All Tortures suffer rather then Reueale The Treason his Religion bids conceale Witnesse thou Ghost of Garnet this is true He that han'gd drawne and quarter'd had his due To him was knowne the powder pitchie Treason Neuer to be forgot he knew the season When where and how that suddaine bloudie blow Blacke Hell-bred Thunder flaming ouerthrow Should haue bin giuen knew the Times short space When no soule should haue time to pray for Grace Or cry God helpe The Treason was so foule The Traitors would haue damn'd both body and Soule If in their power and eu'ry soule i' th Ayre Tost vp sent vnprepar'd of heau'nly prayer With all their sinnes O horrid horrid Act All this the Jesuite knew conceal'd the Fact And rather then disclose least warning giue King Prince and Nobles not a soule should liue Here was a Villaine yet I 'ue knowne in Spaine The Traitors death so moan'd such Credit gaine Though here he dyde for Treasons iust Complaint There Monster Iesuites make a Martyr'd Saint Mischieuous Masse-Priests to his meriting Fame At the high Altar in a spatious frame Aduance to him as to a Saint most blest His Body-mangled Picture thus exprest Garnets Picture Bare Head white Beard Lookes sober in his Gowne * Him ouer head Angels with Laurell Crowne * About his Necke a long large Halter tide * Hangs as befitting such downe the Left side * His Belly ript bloud seeming open raw * Holding in his right hand his pictur'd straw * Beneath his right side flames a Heart in fire * ' Boue his left side Limmes quarter'd Treasons hire * Presented on a Towre which Pictur'd storie Straw-sainted set vp to 'th Arch-Traitors Glory Inuites each eye yea all the World to see Jesuites Protectors of all Villany * Poys'ning of Princes held as trifling things * With them 't is meritorious to kill Kings Can this Religion be they thinke it pure But Man ne'r knew Religion more impure Their Church is but their Baud bad deedes to further Th' onely sanctuary for bloud and murther Plots Practizes hellish abomination Pardons for Treason holy approbation Of that ill-Sainted wretch his cursed fault That Father to Faux the Diuell i' th vault Such Judas-Iesuites euer Traitors proue To King and Prince disloyall in their loue * Yet outward fawning seeme on bended knee * Low as the earth O true hypocrisie * Vnder the milde aspect of Reuerence * In duty and submisse obedience * With Oylie Eloquence best pleasing Phrase * Catching Orations full of flat'ring praise * When in the Heart abides no spot of good * All treach'rous thoughts all thirsting after bloud * The fall of Princes change alteration * The Protestants Religion 's desolation * Such is the Iesuites diue'lish disposition * The nature of the Beast his true condition * He that can