Selected quad for the lemma: blood_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
blood_n	face_n	young_a	youth_n	23	3	7.4217	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A29235	The honest ghost, or, A voice from the vault	Brathwaite, Richard, 1588?-1673.	1658 (1658)	Wing B4267; ESTC R30243	148,269	338

hee who thus from Justice did decline Us'd such corruption in Severus time Were he the greatest man within his Court Selling his people smoke had smoked for 't Or borne the highest sway in Xerxes dayes And fed his Client-Subjects with delayes Hee had been sure as in his life appeares To have his hatefull skin pul'd ore his eares Yet has this got a Pardon and much more By an imposed fine beg'd long before For this same worldly wise oppressing Hammon Hath made him friends by his unrighteous Māmen Fore-seeing well he stood on such salse ground His naughty cause would force him to compound Whence there appears great wrong for it is sed Such have his Fine as nere were injured The poore-ones suffer and their wrongs express But all their cries can get them no redress Which if our Prince so gracious is he knew Hee 'd cause him make what restitution's due And feed none such in their unbounded riot Who with their surfeits doe the State disquiet But see by talking of these corrupt Benches I 'de like to have forgot three of my Senses Nor were 't a wonder Some by being crost In course of Justice all their Senses lost Well might I then forget my Senses too Having with unjust men so much to doe But I have heard more than I meane to tell My Eare is clos'd now must I to my Smell THis Sense in mee doth such delight begit As Mines of Treasures shall not purchase it In every secret corner of my Grate I can Smell some abuses in the State Here one both great and of as strong a savor By going brisk and neate creepes into favor Another holds concurrence with the time And hee will fall before he will not clime Here a brave spritely Youth who as they say Wa●… but a Ladies pag●… the other day And such was femal bounty liv'd upon her Refines my Smell with his perfumed honor There one who hath more worship farr then wit And more estate than pate to mannage it Here one a lovely Lady in her time Paints to repaire those Lillies that decline Who old in yeeres but youthfull in desire Cold in the pulse but hot in fancies fire And her I Smell for though her face be dyed With purest colours she is Mortified No Saint yet earthly sented for her breath Proves she is mortall and must cope with death But who coms here Ismel one neer approaching What Madam would doe all the day long Coaching I know her well shee doth a Husband want And 's held the only choice Court-visitant For feminine discourse though now and then She talks so broad she 'd shame a thousand men How far this Dame is out of knowledge growne Some ten yeeres since shee came but to the town With a french fidler and sung northern jigs And after sold false Tyres and Periwigs The very first inventresse of Goats haire Ceruse from Venice and adultrate ware Besides shee purchas'd of a Jew of late A fucus for the face at such a rate As had Some Ladies nere desir'd to try it And paid well for 't shee had been loser by it Yet howsoere this Maquerella trade She 's tane in Court and City for a maid Though I suspect for I have heard it said Shee stood in neede once of Lucina's ayd Bu●… shee is now grown great what matter then If Lais-like shee cope with twenty men For there is none held now in all our Nation So fi●… to give young Ladies education So gracefull in her carriage and discourse Though vertue say shee never heard a worse For shee whom vertue guides will never seeke With shop-bought beauty to adorn the cheeke But ' zlid who 's this smels in my nose so rank Pandora that same Lady Mountebank Who keeps a Catalogue of all diseases And choice receits to cure them as shee pleases Besides Provocatives shee has such plenty Her well-frequented Shop is never empty If an affection to a wench should move you Shee has a powder too will cause her love you Are you by night time troubled with the Mare About your great toe shee will ty a haire Or subject unto dreaming shee 'll assure you She has a soveraign oyle will throughly cure you Or pain'd with aches shee has in her pack A Balm that cur'd one tortu●…'d on the Rack Or hyde-bound she has by her such a Stone As it hath pow'r to raise the skin from bone Shee has a water that in little space Will take away all wrinkles from the face Renue the blood refresh a wasted brain And like Medaeas charme bring youth again And if you would beleeve what she 'll relate Shee 'll tell you of a cure shee wrought of late Upon a great●…nd ●…nd noble person too Who stru●…k in age yet had a mind to woo A fresh young girle but he thought the sight Of his white-haires would dash his motion quite Which to preve●…t hee to this Artist came Who by receits as quickly cur'd the same Within four daies all his white-haires were reft him Whi●…h I beleeve for not a hayre was left him Briefly for all cures shee so far surpasses Galen and Parac●…lsus were but Asses Compa●…'d to her sith there be greater store Of Maladies then h●…ve been heretofore When nationall diseases that di●… show Their dire effects to some one place or two A●…e ●…ow grown universal●… for 〈◊〉 than French Dutch Italian Neopolitan Have sought unto o●… Coast their Sores to carry Where they a●…e grown i●… time 〈◊〉 But who is thi●… I s●…nt A 〈◊〉 of dust And mouldred ashes ye●… as full of lu●…t As i●… her str●…ing blood b●…gun to melt With 〈◊〉 ●…f youth 〈◊〉 ●…ere ●…d winter felt Has she no 〈◊〉 m●… 〈◊〉 sh●… should stir him Sh●…e h●…s a Husband but she cares not for him Those ●…hat are chaste affect no choice but shee Would surfei●… had shee not varietie So strong 's her appetite that in her plenty She glories more then if shee were but twenty Such sweetness brings sins custom as once in Delight in Sin removes all sense of Sin More do I smell for I am not invited But with my Smelling only am delighted A solemn bride-pie which upon my life Is for that fox-furd Burgomasters wife Now gone to marry and has hope to breed Yet has not one sound tooth in all her head So as this youth struts by his old Trots side For all the world like Battus with his Bride But stand for see his Crest displaid in paste One who nere lov'd the church to church doth hast●… To spouse his youthfull Bride whom as 't is said Hee in he●… Husbands life time formalled Whose corpse scarce cold no nor the poorest worm Entred his coffin nor his shroud-sheet torn His Obits done or funeral-torch burn't out But shee 's so hot shee needs must go unto 't Where arm in arm and cheeke to cheeke they meet●… Leaving her dead Lord to his winding-sheete Whence I conclude as Sexton once did cry With a