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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
blood_n	disease_n	young_a	youth_n	22	3	7.9409	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A51985	Poems on His Majesties birth and restauration His Highness Prince Rupert's and His Grace the Duke of Albemarle's naval victories : the late great pestilence and fire of London / by Abraham Markland.	Markland, Abraham, 1645-1728.	1667 (1667)	Wing M684; ESTC R32410	23,829	72

cannot Get And Envy those who Dye with it Here 's one with such thin hollow Cheeks you 'd say His Teeth had Eat his Cheeks away Here 's one with Legs so thin and bare That ev'n the naked Bones appear So that you 'd think they not his Legs but Crutches were Painters their art now needless find To paint a Lady with grim Death behind She takes her Looking-glass Startles to See she hath no Eyes Affrighted at her hollow face Blushes to see her cheeks in Pale disguise And Her self now Is both the Lady and Death too 24. People no more frequent the Theatre Since this new Tragedy began to rage A Tragedy ne're heard of where All the People Actors are And all the City is the Stage We act a while and then we have Our Exit and retire into the grave Only in this out far worse doom From Players is distinguished For we alas are Dead Both on the Stage and in the Tyring-room The Royal Theatre is empty Seen Nor dare the boldest Gallant enter in He fears the Lamps will Funeral-Torches be And they shall Act the Tragick-Play they only came to See 25. Death 's writ in blood on every door Red Characters on our Posts are signs of Life no more Some without Nurses helpless lye Yet knowing well their cruelty VVill suffer none come nigh But rather than with Two they will with One Plague dy Before each house are Bone-fires made As though they meant as once of old to Burn their Dead Strange way methinks is this VVith Fires to Cure an Hot Disease VVas ever sickness like to This endur'd VVhich can by nothing but It self be cur'd How can we hope that Smoak should Clear VVhich is the only thing that Clouds the Air 26. Strange Conqueror sure is that who with more ease Defeats his Strong than weaker enemies Yet such an one is this Disease Old men do live secure and safe And they who nearest are are farthest from the Grave Should but the Plague begin VVith his hot fires and burning pains To heat their blood and warm their veins They would Rejoyce and think they 're growing Young agen The strong and lusty dye at their best time VVhen Youth is at its height and life is in its prime So an Eclipse is never known But at Full Moon Thus Shadows always shortest are at Noon 27. The Drunkard felt the raging flame begin And swore he 'd put it out with wine The Grape that oft Distemper'd him before Doth now his health and life restore Thus is he quicken'd by the strange device And like his Bacchus is begotten Twice Then he prepares the Grave to cheat Stead of himself buries his Winding-sheet Such a deceit did Charles the Fifth contrive He to his Herse all funeral-rites did give But 't was his Coffin only Dy'd himself was yet Alive The Gamesters view'd themselves and were dismay'd For all their faces and their bodies o're They now black spots and patches wore And Lookt just like the Dice with which they Play'd In vain they meet at Ordinaries when Amongst them in the room A strange unheard-of Gamester there was come Who did not play for Money but for Men. The Lustful man who burns with hot desire Felt a new Flame burn hotter than his Lust And sure the heavens were just To send the Plague on Him and Punish Fire with Fire Oft he on Venus call'd yet could not She Allay his flames although begotten of the Sea In vain on Cupid doth he cry Well did He know and therefore comes not nigh That chiefly in a Plague the Little Children Dye 28. We laught at all Diseases else for they Like lesser guns but one a time do slay This like whole Cannon tears whole Troops away Here 's one doth in a shivering Ague lye Would Dance and Leap not Tremble should the Plague come nigh Here Swims another in a Dropsie who Himself doth seem to be Both his own Ship and Sea Who is both Tantalus and the water too He at the burning Plague does laugh Thinks in his VVaters he is safe The Dropsie though in time it self be sure To Kill him keeps him from the Plague secure Is both his Life-guard and his Murderer Small comfort in the change is found He escapes Burning only to be Drown'd 29. Some did their Dead in Gardens throw And on the Corps grew Flowers all along Decking the Bodies whence they sprung Flowers as Fading as the Corps from which they Grow The Dead who buried be Within these Gardens do Safer keep These Than the Hesperian Dragon His Nay and with Flames far worse than He Flames able to Consume Him and his Fires too Thus did they hide the Dead And every Garden a Church-yard was made Often alas the wretched people thought Upon the customs and the times before How that the Dead of old were wafted o're The Stygian Lake in Charon's Boat And oh how do they wish that also now Over That River they might go For in those VVaves having allay'd their heat and pain They did almost believe they should Revive again 30. Spots on their bodies did appear as though The angry Sun Had not on them sent forth his Beams alone But his Spots too Ladies wear Patches not to Grace But to Hide their blushing face Their cheeks which lately painted were with Red In sable colours now are clad So in an Evening you might see the Sun Setting in Purple Blushes yet anon A dark and blacker Night comes on Their Beauty in those Sable weeds adorn'd Did seem as if for Its own Death it mourn'd Those Clouds arising in that Sky Truly foretold a Tempest nigh VVhen the Black Sails we see appear VVe like Aegeus needs must fear Death and Destruction near The people's whiter skins were speckled o're And all the common Rout the Royal Ermine wore And Black Spots now Don't only show As 't is in Maps the Places but the People too 31. Hold nimble Muse Check the loose rains and stop thy hafty speed Ah wherefore like that Roman Lady thus Lov'st thou to drive thy Chariot o're the Dead Alas dear Muse thou spendst thy time in vain Nor wilt thou Laurel here but Cypress gain Thou 'lt meet with nothing here but tears and sighs and woes Where're thou strik'st thy Foot a Fountain flows And must thy Noble Pegasus then Like Diomedes Steeds be Fed with Men Thou that canst with mighty lays Another Thebes for thy Great Master Pindar raise Whilst Towers like their Guards within advance And Marbles nimbly as thy Strings would Dance Now thy breath in vain consumes Nor wilt thou Here Build Walls or Palaces but Tombs In urnes and graves such pleasure to be had Dost thou like Orpheus Sing among the Dead And shall the Laurel which adorns thy brow Only on Graves like fatal Mandrake grow Come come fond Muse away See where on Thames thy guilded Barge does stay Let it to Isis thee convey Thy Phoebus Steers thee and thy Barge shall move Swift as