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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
book_n	good_a	hear_v	read_v	2,687	5	6.0596	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A62327	The Scene's chang'd a poem ...		1700 (1700)	Wing S846; ESTC R23289	7,586	15

Pilots do by Night May Justice there distill like healthful Balm And never be too stormy nor too calm Their Laws I wish observ'd so lately made And Gospel minded too as well as Trade Now I 'll tell you how my Life was spent With useful Pleasure and with true Content As early as the Sun I left my Bed With pious sober Thoughts well furnished After my Duty was to Heaven paid Then next the Holy Word of God I read To some improving Author next I turn'd And then for some few Minutes I adjourn'd On the large Deck I often us'd to walk And freely I could read or think or talk To chuse my Company I freedom had For here as ev'ry where there 's good and bad Some had both Indies seen and would relate The Acts of Providence which they term'd Fate What Dangers they'd escap'd what Hazards run And how they travell'd to the Setting Sun What Monstrous Beasts what Monstrous Men they 'd seen In what deserted Islands they had been Some careful Observations they had made And gave a very good Account of Trade The distant Countries they with Skill describ'd What Cloaths were worn and by what Food they liv'd Under what Manners and what Laws they thriv'd Others in bloody Wars had lately been And this by honourable Scars was seen These o'er a jolly Bowl would smiling tell Who like Cowards and who like Hero's fell Heated with pleasant Punch they 'd boldly own Th' undaunted Courage they themselves had shown In his stout Arm the piercing Bullet lies And pointed Splinters scarr'd his brawny Thighs This in the Steeridge had a fractur'd Skull But ne'er of Brains as now of Spirits full He 'd tell you how they first Engag'd and when From Stem to Stern they rak'd the active Men How after Tacking what Broad-sides they gave How resolute their Foes were and how brave The leaky Ship they nimbly striv'd to save But could not bony it from its Watry Grave The swimming Sailors snatch'd the loosen'd Ropes Banish their Fears and cling by slender Hopes Some rather sink and stoutly chuse to die Than have their Lives and want their Liberty One Reformade we had who us'd the Sea Pleasant and easie in our Company Full of good Sence and Free and Debonnaire To chuse good Friends good Books was all his care With great instructive Pleasure I have known What he had seen what heard and read and done With my kind Captain I was ask'd to Dine Where our Repast was plentiful and fine Good Meat good Musick and true Virgin Wine A modest Freedom here was always us'd He never forc'd us when we had refus'd Except when the Great Russel's Health went round No Man to Drink at any time was bound And always then the cheerful Glass was crown'd Such Food and such Discourses I might find At once to fill my Belly and my Mind After all this I truly must confess There was one reigning silly Wickedness For very few I found that could forbear From horrid Oaths not fit to speak or hear Some wou'd as rudely Swear as if they 'd been Not trafficking for Goods but Oaths and Sin This was the chiefest Fault the great Offence And which I often try'd to banish thence But sooner might the raging Winds command Or stem the rowling Tide with either Hand Arrest a Bullet in its swiftest pace Or make a lofty Mountain change its place Or pluck the twinkling Stars from their abode Or with a crumbling Wafer make a God Late in the Summer we receiv'd our Pay And the whole Crew was soon dispatch'd away To a new Scene of Life I then remov'd Which ever since I have enjoy'd and lov'd Not far from great Augusta stands a Vill Whose scatter'd Houses grace the rising Hill Near the smooth-sliding Thames and that fair Town Where Pious Edgar first receiv'd his Crown But more 't is not to little or too great Famous alone for the Great Alston's Seat Alston a Name I fondly love to sing Because so early Loyal to his King Whose prudent Conduct reaches now to raise Honours a better Fortune and more Praise His forward Travels polished his Mind Where sprightly Wit with Manly Sence is join'd The Air of France without the Vanity English Courage and Dutch Solidity Happy he is and now I dare confess I cannot wish him greater Happiness The greatest Comforts he enjoys of life An Happy Off-spring and a Charming Wife Not Cupid's Mother half so Fair so Good You 'd think she nothing else but Heaven lov'd Had she with Juno Pallas Venus been Paris would then as soon have judg'd as seen Not Jove in all his Shapes though 't was in Gold To tempt her Vertue would have been so bold To a late Age may both their Lives extend And all their Days in melting Pleasures spend And never want a true and faithful Friend I 'll stretch my wish And may they always Love Till they grow Perfect with the Saints above May the ill Tongues that try to blast her Name Be never wisper'd by the Mouth of Fame Not that I think they live without all Faults But greatest Vertues meet with great Assaults The Cure of Souls that great and weighty Charge And even when the Parish is not large A Rev'rend good Old Man has long supply'd Whose humble modest Temper has been try'd Full Thirty Years in Sermons and in Pray'r His little Flock has known his sweating Care He always early taught the growing Youth The plainest Precepts of unerring Truth The craving Poor not grudgingly he fed With prudent Counsel Money and with Bread The Rich an hospitable Table find Where he is gen'rous easie free and kind His num'rous Kindred all his Bounty own And from that Fountain some have Wealthy grown His spotless Vertues I would lively paint But mortal Colours we confess too faint To give a worthy Beauty to a Saint Never may I ungratefully forget To pay my own and long-continu'd Debt I pray and may my urgent Pray'rs be heard That God for me would give him a Reward Since I can pay him nothing but Regard Since long the Fates his happy Web have spun Grant that it may much longer smoothly run Late very late may the good Man remove Unto the peaceful Court of boundless Love There may his Earthly Cares be crown'd with Joy Which none can interrupt or none destroy Must not he then in Heav'n shine very bright Who sparkles here with such diffusive Light Each active Vertue and each noble Grace Deserve the Pleasures of a better Place This he would wish himself but that his stay Is to shew many others yet their Way His good Example and his pious Care Makes Heav'n it self a blessed Subject spare Spent with the Altar's Service not with Grief His sinking Spirits call for short relief Not that the Past'ral Charge he 'll quite resign But only make the lowest Duty mine With him I live 't is him I serve and love From hence I truly wish a late remove 'T is Solitude to what I once enjoy'd But Pleasure turns to Surfeit when we 're cloy'd The Noise and hurry of the crowded Town Now makes me think my Pleasure 's all my own My present Calm and most delightful Ease Seem like the absence of a stern Disease And after Sickness Health must always please In this secure and undisturb'd Retreat I envy not the Wealthy or the Great This I propose to be my chiefest End To serve my GOD and love and serve my Friend FINIS