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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
blood_n	house_n	young_a	youth_n	28	3	7.6661	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07541	A nights search· Discovering the nature and condition of all sorts of night-walkers; with their associates. As also, the life and death of many of them. Together with divers fearfull and strange accidents, occasioned by such ill livers. Digested into a poeme by Humphry Mill.; Nights search. Part 1.	Mill, Humphrey, fl. 1646.	1640 (1640)	STC 17921; ESTC S112683	172,120	346

poore Tiege Oh! then the paine Forc'd brinish teares as he distracted stands My Muse now leaves him in the Surg'ons hands SECT 14. Arabble of Cheaters in a two fold plot discovered A Pack of cheating villaines went to drink And spent a night with that spent their chink And when the night was gone still they were stained With deeds of darknesse as they all remain'd Together in a knot being hungry they Did cast a plot how they might take a prey As they did thus consult a Maid past by And one among the rest did east an eye Vpon her and perceiving on her head Raw flesh good store although the had no bread This Cheater cheapens soo●e the bargain 's made And now to shew he 's master of his trade The Maid must carry it home and as they went He found a trick to finish his intent A Gentleman being walking neere that place He goes to him salutes him with such grace And made as if he knew him and to hide His plot he askt for one who did abide Neere to that place he judging by his coate He was some Pimpe or else a sherke of note Slighted his words then coming to the Maid Where she had for him with her burthen staid Told her that was his Master she must go To him for pay his worship told him so He 'd trouble her no more he 'd take the paines To carry it home this project of his braines Deceiv'd the silly girle h' has tooke away The Pigeons and the Pullets for her pay She goes unto the Gentleman but the Ow'd her no money she did plainly see How she was cheated then halfe wilde halfe mad Home she return'd 't was all the helpe she had Now they have got this meate if they can thinke How't shall be drest and compasse bread and drinke With such another trick then they will roare And to increase their mirth they 'le have a whore 'T is brought into a Taverne there 't is drest They eat most sreely swearing 't is the best That ever men did eat nor can they dine Without great store and divers sorts of wine They spent their time in drinking healths about Sol lights them in the Moone must light them out They call for pottles where 's this rogue so long But all their purses are not sixpence strong But when black night had in his shady throne Triumph'd a while they in their canting tone Exprest their mindes and being all amort They plotted to be gane which spoil'd their sport One project fail'd the second was as vaine Then speaks a third who had a subtile braine You are simple guls one plot is good enough To free us all we 'll play at blindmans-buffe The Drawer shall be one let 's make him drunk Blind him and slink away then said the punk There 's no way else to do 't come this is it That quits the score all prais'd him for his wit They call a fresh for wine before they part They meane to drinke just every one a quart The Drawer drinks his share they brought his minde To make the number up at hoodman blinde A sherke being hoodwinkt stood behinde the dore He gropt about at last he caught the whore She takes her turne but yet with much adoe And having rov'd at large a bout or two She was more nimble but of all that saw her She had the praise when she had catcht the Drawer He 's bound up close because he knows the place They doubled up the cloth about his face If this plot faile 't would put 'em all in feare For 't is the last their jest and hope lie here He was but dull when they had hid his sight He mindes no bill his head alone was light He feeles about but as this foole did play In earnest they slunk by degrees away Below they bid 'em welcome never said Call down the Drawer see if all be paid The Drawer having gropt so long about Nor felt nor heard a man began to doubt That he was catcht he being unmask'd there 's none That he can finde his play-fellowes are gone With that his heart was much possest with feare Nor dares he to go down nor yet stay there But how at last he gave his answer in How he was pay'd how 's fellowes did begin To jeare him with his play how he was sham'd For after this he blind-mans-buffe was nam'd I will not make report nor will I sweep The channels for those vermine that did creep Away so slily let this pack of knaves Be hated living scorned in their graves Let golden Phoebus with his piercing eye Disclose such vassals Luna still descry Their wayes by night let day and night consent To bring them to some open punishment Let age which is the Register of times Record their shame let nothing blot those crimes But teares of sorrow oh let all beware From such examples who with hell would share SECT 15. Of an outlandish Nunncrie that was a brothel-house and how discoverd Henric. Bibellius monialis nobilis A Germane Nunnery was once erected Onely sor noble Ladies being protected By no lesse power than did sure with state They were maintained at a lofty rate And to restraine desire they mew'd'em in But afterwards it prov'd a house for sin For growing up in years their minds did run To break the thred which they in youth had spun Young bloud is wanton and it hath desire T' increase the flame and mingle oyle with fire Marry age they were deny'd that place must be A canker'd snare to their virginity When freez-clad winter with his cloudie shade Had chill'd Apollo's beames and did invade The Countries with his haile-shot and did hide The earth with Mantles the fleet swelling tide Had catcht a cold the brooks could no way passe Because the streames were pickled up in glasse All d. scords kept their turnes the mourne full ayre Was over spread with clouds and black dispaire The heat that 's least alive dos take it's hold In private corners yet the furious cold Dos haunt it still the birds are freest from harme For they have feather-beds to keep 'em warme The beasts did feele the blast and shrunk together Their hides being tann'd alive the blustring weather Keeps randevow proclaimes no other thing But roaring cryes that AEolus is King Then every tree receiv'd a fara'l wound And tender plants did languish in a swound With his keene breath be smooth'd the watry plaines And made cleere passage for the lofty swaines In this sharp season brave yong lads whose ends Were to salute their sisters and their friends Were met together and they did consent To spend a day or two in merriment With these yong ladies being welcome there And entertain'd with mirth and royall cheere The time with them grew warme their Aprill yecres Brought on untimely May and cancel'd feares For after supper having pleasing sport The Nunns with those that did to them resort Were dancing in the hall one