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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
book_n	day_n	great_a	write_v	3,229	5	5.2507	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A44876	An hue and cry after R. Ls.		1680 (1680)	Wing H3283; ESTC R662	3,142	4

AN HUE and CRY After R L s O Yes O Yes O Yes If there be any Man in Town or Country or among the Cits and Bumkins That can give Notice what is become of a certain English Monsieur with a certain French Name who hath absconded himselfe after all his great Bravado's and fled from Justice fearing to become a Popish Martyr let him inform one H. B. who very much misses him and he shall be well rewarded for his pains But that it may be very well thought he now lies lurking in Masquerade we will endeavour to give you some certain Marks that you may know him by He is first a man of Blood and not the Son of the People for so he tells the Parliament in his Appeal a little before his last adieu to this Word preparing himself for a better so that you might suppose he was just gone into his Closet to Hang himself but this is but one of his Slippery Tricks to make the VVorld believe what he never intends For if you should go into his Closer thinking to find him there fairly Hanging like a Jack a Lent you will be deceived but there perhaps you may find Halters enough to do it for him made out of his own Papers twisted together with Sedition Conspiracy and some seeming Threds of Loyalty which he picks forth on all occasions and reprints as sufficient Proofs and Remarks of his great Integrity Innocency and Fidelity to the Protestant Religion after he has abused the Professors of it all he can But for all his Blood they say he is the spawn of the Devil begot upon the VVhore of Babylon and though he hides his Monstrous shape in several fine Dresses he may be known by his stinking Breath and Cloven Foot He has several disguises and shapes into which he puts himself a meer Proteus to elude the People a jugling State Hocus Pocus an Omne quare a Chamelion that can live on the Air of Loyalty and not feed on the delicious bit of a Thousand pounds when proffered him He is a strange Beast and Monster That has been as troublesome to London as ever Sphinx was to Thebes and there wants an Oedipus to unriddle him You must not believe his fine VVords Papers and Books for he can juggle you out of your senses and make you believe 't is Day when 't is Night He is a great Orator and writes in a brief Laconique Stile he is excellent at similies and knows all the Tropes and Figures of Rhetorick He is a great Scho'ar being taught by his Father and is so used to VVriting and Scribling that he can make a Book in his sleep But he has writ of so many various subjects that 't will be hard to know him by his Pen for he is not the same not writes the same things nor wears the same face in 80 he did in 50 and 51. He sometimes puts on the shape of an Angel of Loyalty and the very Genius it self of the Church of England and will tell you on his Salvation That he never was at Mass since 61 though there are some that will swear the contrary But if you doubt of him Tell him he is a Papist in Masquerade or at least Popishly inclined and he will be very angry and go neer to spit in your face if you suspect him be sure you look in his month for he hath a Venomous Tongue and his Chaps are all black and foul within his Breath stinks horribly and he hath sore biting Fangs he usually carries about him a Cat of Nine Tails wherewith he claws off all those that seek to discover him He has also most commonly his chief Instrument of Sedition in his hand his Pen which now upon this Flight is perhaps put just behind his Ear or else you 'l find it in his Pocket till he has another fit Opportunity to make use of it with that Instrument he has performed more Deeds of Chivalry than ever did the Invincible Don Quixot and rather than he will want work he will fight with his own shadow and assault Wind-mills of his own Creating you may make some Discovery of him by his good qualities He is a two Names together by the Ears he can make the Right hand beat the Left and the Left the Right he can do many other Tricks of Legerdemain and cunningly cast a Mist before your Eyes and when he Jeers and Laughs you to Scorn will make you think that he is very Civil to you Courteous and Kind He is also a very good Painter he can draw his Enemies beyond the Life he knows and hits the very motions of their Noses and Mouths tells you all their natural Defects and sets them forth so plainly that you may know them when you meet 'em though you never saw 'em before He has many bold strokes for he can draw Landskips of States Kingdoms Religions Transactions and the whole History of our late times in Skeldry and make them speak too He is also a noted Fidler for he is always playing on the Strings of the State which he screws up to a great height and would stretch bey●●d the G●m●t he is the Pied-Piper of London who would fain have all the Knaves and ●ools to Dance after him that he might lead them by the Nose to think he makes Loyal Harmony He has the Voice of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 which deceives many an honest man and makes him leave the Ship of s●fety and fall headlong and blindfold into the Sea of Danger and Calamity and Jesuitical Conspiracy He has also Circean Arts and can turn any Body into what shape he pleases the whole Body of Presbyterians into Mon●●ers the Plot into Shams and Ridic●●e the Loyal to a Phanatick the Jesuite to a Saint ●etitions to Rebellion Liberty to Tyranny and all Writings against him into Libels It is very ●●…e you will find him with his Appeal in his Pocket and a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 his Mouth for he is seldom without one he Chews it like T●b●cco you must not believe what he says for he is an apt Schollar and has ●earn'd fast and Loose of the Jesuites He has very pierceing Eyes and can see through all the Disguises of the Presbyterians 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 out their Sham-Pots and Phanatical Designs they are very 〈◊〉 ●●ticks for the ●ation to see by which shew things that 〈◊〉 were and make of a Mole-hill a Mountain He makes use of 〈◊〉 of Jesuitical Spectacles which he always carries about him that ●●●es him see Wood for Trees and all that will not be inclined to ●opery to be dangerous seditious and conspiring Persons They als●●●present many Loyal Persons to be Commonwealths-men and whoever looks through them will think they see three Kingdoms Converted into a Balloting-Box you may know him by his talking with himself he is most Excellent at Dialoguing a right Fencer at Pro and ●on He puts Cases most dexterously and most commonly the wrong side out You I find him among the Factious and as busye as the best he must be employed some way or other Hold him fast if you take him for he is apt to elude Honesty and good-meaning nothing can bind this P●ote●● but the Parliament their VVisdom only can find out his Disguised Shapes take them off and shew him in his true Figure 'T is their Justice he fears or else he would never seek to evade it and for all his Litteral Justifications this slip out of the way argues his Guilt and that he cannot stand the Test The Crack-fart of the Nation 's fled Who had so many Magotts bread He saw it was not safe to stay But wiser far to run away A long time he had made a Noise Roring aloud with Thundring Voice Making a fume and stinking scent Not Dreaming of a Parliament Before that he away did steal He wisely puts forth his Appeal And like a very Crafty Elf Would have you think he 'd hang'd himself But that his turn will never serve He may have what he does deserve For most that knew him still did think He would at last go out in stink Tho' he had got a curious Art And could with skill perfume a Fart Which he would hold unto your Nose And make you think it was a Rose These to H. B. the Crack-fart sold Bartering with him Farts for Gold Of which a gain for 't was his Trade He profit and good Money made But Crack-fart now has left his Sation And can no more perfume the Nation For it seems the Parliament Does no ways like or love the Scent And all his Cracks disguis'd by Arts Prove stinking tho' perfumed Farts FINIS Printed for Tom. Tell-Troth