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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
book_n	beast_n	fly_v	great_a	14	3	2.1254	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A73861	The battaile of Agincourt Fought by Henry the fift of that name, King of England, against the whole power of the French: vnder the raigne of their Charles the sixt, anno Dom. 1415. The miseries of Queene Margarite, the infortunate wife, of that most infortunate King Henry the sixt. Nimphidia, the court of Fayrie. The quest of Cinthia. The shepheards Sirena. The moone-calfe. Elegies vpon sundry occasions. By Michaell Drayton, Esquire.	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.	1631 (1631)	STC 7191; ESTC S109888	153,591	328

of their seed For he begot it and t' was borne of her And out of doubt they will their owne prefer Therefore good women better be aduis'd For precious things should not be lightly priz'd This Moon-Calfe borne vnder a lucky Fate May powerfull proue in many a wealthy State And taught the tongues about some few yeers hence As now vv' are all tongue and but little sence It may fall out for any thing you know This Moon-Calfe may on great imployments goe When learned men for noble action fit Idly at home vnthought of once may sit A Bawd or a Proiector he may proue And by his purse so purchasing him loue May be exalted to some thriuing Roome Where seldome good men suffred are to come What will you say hereafter when you see The times so gracelesse and so mad to be That men their perfect humane shape shall flie To imitate this Beasts deformitie Nay when you see this Monster which you novv Will hardly breath vpon the earth alow In his caroch with foure vvhite Freezelands drawn And he as pyde and garish as the Pavvne With a set face in which as in a booke He thinks the World for grounds of state should looke Whē to sōe greater one whose might doth awe him He 's known a verier iade then those that draw him Nay at the last the very killing sight To see this Calfe as vertue to despight Aboue iust honest men his head to reare Nor to his greatnesse may they once come neere Each ignorant Sott to Honour seekes to rise But as for vertue who did first deuise That title a reward for hee 's to be As most contemned and despised shee Goes vnregarded that they who should owne her Dare not take notice euer to haue knowne her And but that vertue when she seemeth throwne Lower then Hell hath power to raise her owne Aboue the World and this her monstrous birth She long e'r this had perish'd from the earth Her Fautors banish'd by her foes so hie Which looke so bigge as they would scale the skie But seeing no helpe why should I thus complaine Then to my Moone-Calfe I returne againe By his deare Dam the World so choicely bred To whom there is such greatnesse promised For it might well a perfect man amaze To see what meanes the Syer and Dam will raise T' exalt their Moon-Calfe and him so to cherish That he shall thriue when vertuous men shal perish The Drunkard Glutton or who doth apply Himselfe to beastly sensuallity Shall get him many friends for that there be Many in euery place iust such as hee The euill loue them that delight in ill Like haue clean'd to their like and euer will But the true vertuous man God knowes hath fewe They that his straite and harder steps pursue Are a small number scarcely knowne of any God hath few friends the Deuill hath so many But to returne that yee may plainly see That such a one he likely is to be And that my words for trueth that ye may trie Of the Worlds Babe thus doe I prophecy Marke but the more man of these monstrous Twins From his first youth how tow'rdly he begins Whē he should learn being learnd to leaue the schole This arrant Moon-Calfe this most beastly foole ●ust to our English Prouerbe shall be seene Scarcely so wise at fifty as fifteene And when himselfe hee of his home can free He to the City comes where then if he And the familiar butterflye his Page Can passe the Streete the Ord'nary and Stage It is enough and he himselfe thinks then To be the only absolut'st of men Then in his Cups you shall not see him shrinke To the grand diuell a carowse to drinke Next to his whore he doth himselfe apply And to maintaine his gotish luxurie ●ates Capons Cookt at fifteene Crownes a peece With their fat bellies stuff'd with Amber greece And being to trauell he sticks not to lay His Post Caroches still vpon his way ●nd in some sixe dayes iourney doth consume Ten pounds in Suckets and the Indian Fume For his Attire then Forraigne parts are sought He holds all vile in England that is wrought And into Flanders sen●eth for the nonce Twelue dozen of Shirts prouiding him at once Layd in the seames vvith costly Lace that be Of the Smocke fashion whole below the knee Then bathes in milke in which when he hath bin He lookes like one for the prepostrous sinne Put by the wicked and rebellious Iewes To be a Pathique in a Malekind Stevves With the ball of 's foot the ground he may not feel● But he must tread vpon his toe and heele Dublet and Cloake vvith Plush and Veluet linde Onely his head piece that is fil'd with Winde Rags running Horses Dogs Drabs Drink dice The onely things that he doth hold in price Yet more then these naught doth him so delight As doth his smooth-chind plump-thigh'd Catami●● Sodome for her great sinne that burning sanke Which at one draught the pit infernall dranke Which that iust God on earth could not abide Hath shee so much the Deuils terrifide As from their seate them well neere to exile Hath Hell new spew'd her vp after this while Is she new risen and her sinne agen Imbrac'd by beastly and outragious men Nay more he iests at Incest as therein There were no fault counts sacriledge no sin His blasphemies he vseth for his grace Wherewith he trueth doth often times outface He termeth vertue madnesse or meere folly He hates all high things and prophanes all holly Where is thy thunder god art thou asleepe Or to what suff'ring hand giu'st thou to keepe Thy wrath and vengeance where is now the strength Of thy Almighty arme failes it at length Turne all the Starres to Comets to out stare The Sunne at noone-tide that he shall not dare To looke but like a G●oworme for that hee Can without melting these damnations see But this I le leaue lest I my pen defile Yet to my Moon-Calfe keepe I close the while Who by some knaue perswaded he hath wit When like a braue Foole he to vtter it Dare with a desperate boldnesse roughly passe His censure on those bookes which the poore Asse Can neuer reach to things from darkenesse sought That to the light with blood sweat were brought And takes vpon him those things to controule Which should the brainelesse Ideot sell his soule All his dull race and he can neuer buy With their base pelfe his glorious industry Knowledge with him is idle if it straine Aboue the compasse of his yestie braine Nor knowes mens worths but by a second hand For he himselfe doth nothing vnderstand He would haue something but what t is hee showes not What he would speake nay what to think he knowes not He nothingmore thē truth knowledg loaths And nothing he admires of mans but cloathes Now for that I thy dotage dare mislike And seeme so deepe into thy soule to strike Because I am so