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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
book_n	age_n	young_a	youth_n	135	3	7.9470	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02021	The anatomie of humors: vvritten by Simion Grahame	Grahame, Simion, ca. 1570-1614.	1609 (1609)	STC 12168; ESTC S103384	78,629	158

cover villany invent mischiefe and bring forth treason it betrayes beauty and makes loue mercinarie it corrupts justice and with damnable deedes damnes the soule of mankinde This desire of ritches hath made and still makes many a man to hazard all there is nothing but the worldling will doe for gold even all in all This made that heroyick and learned Poet crie out Quid non mortalia pectora Cogis auri sacra fames What shall I say to thee who is contented with sobrietie and caries truth in thy heart when thou seest the great abuse of ritches it makes thee desire no more then is sufficient to maintaine thee with all yet for all this thy good deedes perchance can not purchase it thy Lord or Maister enranks thee with the deceaved sort and so forgets thee O thou had I wist what an excellent plaister art thou for the incurable disease of repentance What a great griefe is it to the well-deserving man who hath a promise to be rewarded and becomes ashamed to importune his debter but O when he stands in his sight what a loathsome booke becomes he to desired forgetnes which yeelds naught else but flattering smiles and never performd promises Now I speake to the young aspiring gallant learne in time to beware at other mens harmes Provide for age and sicknes Looke on the aged Conrtiers who hath spent their youth in waiting on they goe scambling like Butchers dogs in Lentron they are like old cart-horse like out-worne hounds and the very scoffe of time Therfore when thou looks on the Anatomie of time hath considered the secrets thereof O how deere should it be to thee how should thou behaue thy selfe in this time to provide for the time to come if thou be poore who wil care for thee suppose thou art of the most rare wit in the world adorned and made perfit with all the chiefe principall gifts of nature enricht decoird with the aditions of Art yet for all this if poverty hant thee few or none shal esteeme of thee now in thy youth-head I counsaile thee to thinke well on the time past consider the time present haue a care of the time to come Fronte Capelata est Sed post Ocasio Calua SWeet louely flower in gallant flourish faire Whilst beautie 's pray'd doth youthfull fields decore Take time in time for time in time is rare Once past and gone it neuer comes no more Than take this time so long as it 's in store And hunt not toyes to perrill thy estate Wise may thou be but yet be wise before Thou shall repent and then it is to late Deere friend beleeue I wish thy sad annoyes Times altring Fates may turne them all in joyes Learning hath no Micaenas blinde Auarice hath banished Charitie good workes now a-dayes doeth no good it is only naked faith that serues the turne O happy is that man who can doe for him selfe and puts no trust in the pinching mercie of great mens liberalitie for my owne part I say O That I might then should I liue content And not complaine on Fortunes wotthlesse worth What 's gone let goe it 's I must needes repent Whilst silence sad my sorrowes shall set forth My outward shew can not bewray my hart I smile but none can Iudge my inward smart How shall I chuse but pitty the distressed estate of other men when Memorie calls my owne deere-bought experience to a reckoning thē revolues the great volumes of Fortunes strange Enigmatizing Characters painted with the ruthlesse pensil of time whose tragicall Map is still out-stretched before my eyes where I finde all the flourish of my fruitlesse hopes lying Winter-blasted and scattered with the mercilesse stormes of ingratitude Si ingratum dixeris omnia dixeris WHilst I did hazard for vncertaine toyes Vaine flatt'ring hope expeld my present feares O haplesse I who for momentall Joyes Must pay long paine with sad repenting teares This inward griefe my burthened soule now beares With outward shew I striue to make it light But when the course of by-past time compeares And Tragick-like out-spreads before my sight Euen then I giue my rigours rage all right With passion strange transported here and there I spend the day and wast the wearying night Imparting plaints vnto the idle aire O what remedie time past hath no remorse Then must I needes endure this paine perforce I thank my God who with his out-stretched armes hath borne me through seas over land giving his blessed Angell charge of me who never left me in all my farre and wearisome journeyes so that in every course and hazard of my travailes his eyes of mercie hath ever shined on me and many times hath he delivered me when despairing dangers did threaten my life All honour and glory be to thee my God and giue me grace that my experience of time past may governe the time te come O this is a perrillous time the time of mischiefe and miserie the latter dayes full of calamitie now is the age of deceit when the father doth oppose himself against the sonne the sonne against the father brothes and sisters and all are at strife every one labouring how to deceaue his friend and every one seeking how to betray his neighbour Bonds Seales Obligations Sureties all can not serue the turne to maintaine truth if thou haue to doe with a man of greater worth then thy selfe then be sure he will minas thee and so pay his debts with threatnings Wilt thou appeale him before a Judge with new invented shifts of Law he will out-wearie thee with briberie he will begger thee and thou shalt never be the better O thou wicked oppressour and thou false and partiall Judge what shalt thou answer to the head Justice of heaven when God sayes by his Prophet Ieremie Ego sum Iudex testis I am both Iudge witnes O sayes the wicked man in his hart I feare not God therefore I can not loue him with my soule nor yet can I loue my neighbour because J envie his good estate and covets his ritches and would wrack him so J owne no duty to God at all nor loue to my neighbour I scorne spurne treds on the lawes of God O let me never thinke on that terrible fearful day of Judgement nor of the horrible and endles burning paines of hel I wil altogether forget it because it will make me despare take away this frivolous word Religion why because it keeps me from my pleasures and doeth imprison all my fleshlie liberties the foolish man saieth in his heart there is no God He that is vnjust let him be vnjust still saieth Christ and let the deceiuer be still deceitfull let him dwell in his abhominations and triumph in all kinde of wickednesse For behold I come shortlie and my rewerde is with me to rander euerie man as he doeth deserue The custome of sinne and continuall vse makes sinne pleasant aboundance of