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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
book_n	know_v	see_v	word_n	2,759	5	3.8676	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A14917	Faunus and Melliflora or, The original of our English satyres. Iohn Weeuer	Weever, John, 1576-1632.; Horace. Satires. 1. English.; Persius. Works. Satire 1. English.; Juvenal. Satura 1. English.	1600 (1600)	STC 25225; ESTC S111634	29,966	72

triall Know thou thy selfe but not by others words What man so vile but lustfull Rome affords Oh if my tongue might runne at liberty And now it may I 'me come to grauity With sad rough-wrinkled age and what I say Is casting toyes and childishnesse away And also now sterne vnkles I resemble Whose sharp correction make their neuews tremble Now then forgiue me But I will not tho How can I but a Satyres forehead show And be a scorner in a sawcy splen We write shut vp within our studies when He for to write in ordred sillables chose Another at his libertie in prose Some great great worke the Romanes haue assign'd Which to procure I feare me of the mind The avrie lunges wil troubled be for wind This doubtles to the people he shall reede Com'd in his new gowne and his richest weed With his Sardonix birth-dayes iewell graced In some high seate or chaire emperiall placed When with some limber vnguent he hath noynted His mouing throate at all as●aies appointed Faint with a swimming turnd vp Venus eie He of his speech will make deliuerie Here maist thou see in most lasciuious guize The greatest Romanes play and wantonize When as their lungs his lust-stung words do perse And itching entralles scracht are with his verse Old-ore-worne truncke and dost thou lay the baite For tickling eares for eares which itching waite When in thy past recouery pocke-eate-skinn● Thou knowst thine owne and dost excuse their sinne O stay what profit doth thy learning show Vnlesse that foolish doctrine thou dost know And barren figge tree so deepe rooted in thee Thy liuer burst come forth and honor win thee I ●hold thy manners and thy withered eld O foolish manners now for vertue held And is it nothing for to know thine owne Lesse what thou knowst to al the world be knowne O but it is a iolly thing to see Men with their fingers point thee forth t is he Which pend that learnd egregious Poesie Deemes thou it nothing openly t●haue bin read Of an hundred schoole-boyes yellow curled heads Behold the Romanes mid theis gluttony Inquire the most be praised Poetme Some noble man t'whome bout his shoulders hings A diuers coloured garment screaming sings Or through the nose speakes some foule tragedy Of Phillis and 〈◊〉 or 〈◊〉 hat po●sie Is lamentable in 〈◊〉 surquedry He melts and breakes it in deliuery They rise vp all to him they giue the palme And with these speeches they his words embalme Are not the ashes of this Poet blest The gentle coffin will not's bones haue prest From 's Manes his happy c●dars and his toome Will not the Violets an● the Roses c●me And dost thou scoffe vs thy sharp hooked nose Most craftily thy sharpe derision-showes Will there be any will●ng to refuse The peoples praise when as his skilfull Muse Doth leaue works worth the iuice of Cedars tree To after age and all posteritie And verse not fearing Salters quicke consume Nor Pothecaries wrapping in perfume Whosoe re thou art moud with my reprehension Which at this time gainst me doth make obiection I do not alwaies when I write refuse The peoples praise if so my dullard Muse Which happens seldome bring some legend forth Wittie conceited sweete and praises worth Nor are my heart strings of obdurate horne That such esteeme and honour I should scorne But the maine poynt and the extreamest end To which thy studie and thy actions tend I do refuse Thy well done wondrous rare Good ex●ellent examine with me here This whole great praise what hath it inwardly Here is not Labeoe● sottish Poetrie His Iliads drunke with neesing Hellebore No Elegies for faire mouth d Romaines more Raw stomackt at their banquets to rehearse For to be writ in Cittron beddes no verse Thou know●st what dainties are most meete to place Before thy flatterers which thee alway grace Thou know'st how to reward the need●e poore With some cast garment threed-bare raggd and tore And then thou saist the truth faine would I know I loue the truth the truth vnto me show Both of my selfe and of my poesie What high regard wee 're in Foole how can't be That they corrupted with thy bribery Should speake the truth Put without flattery Wouldst haue me speake Thy Poetry is vaine Thee and thy workes the wisest do disdaine When such a hogge-trough such a panch thou hast Reaching a foote and halfe aboue thy wast And gurmondizing still in gluttonie How canst thou write foole wittie Poesie O Ianus first made prince of Italie Who can expresse thy great felicitie Whom neuer Stork-bild ●eerer yet did flout Nor medlers hand did asses eares point out Behind thy backe nor put forth such a tong So farre extended forth drawne out so long How farre some dogge of scorcht Apulia Hangs out his tongue vpon the hottest day But you O Romane peeres whom nature gaue As to other men behind no eies to haue Looke warily vnto these glauerers These writhen-mouth'd frumpers gullish flatterers Do thou but aske the vulgars true opinion Of thy writ lines thy scoffer in derision Will answere thee Why who can but commend Such a sweete flowing Poem rarely pend Whose pollisht numbers do so smoothly end He knowes the best his verses to extend As one that hauing shut one of his ●ine With greene vermilian draweth out a line If neede require to write a Comedie A sharp fang'd Satyre or a Tragedie Some fatall banquet of swart Atreus Orestes Progne and of Tereus Then doth his Muse giue witfull poesie Vnto our Poet most aboundantly Behold we see one to the hearing brings Some lofty stile of Emperours or Kings Or some great Poeme for to take in hand When as the freshman doth not vnderstand His rudiments nor hath the salt of wit For to describe a groue as doth befit Nor praise the fruitfull countrie how the waines Carrie the liquor which the grape distraines Nor fire nor heards of swine fed fat with graines Nor yet the feasts of P●les celebrate The goddesses of shepheards consecrate From whence the Emperour Remus did deriue His pedegree How Quintus thou didst riue And breake thy plow-share with the furrow torne Whenas thy stonisht wife stood thee beforne With a Dictators vesture thee t' adorne The sergeant who this sodaine newes did know Vpon his shoulders carried home thy plow Well done ingenious Poet to expresse A lofty stile and graueld in the lesse But some there be who more obscurely write Whom th●venemous booke of Labeo doth delight Some with Pacu●●us harsh A●tiopa In reading o're a winters night will stay Whose mournfull heart in sorrowes extasie Is vnderpropt he saith with care and misery When pur-blind father 's euery day thou sees Vnto their children teach such words as these Dost thou demand how this vnpolisht speech Into the tougues of all men made a breach From whence this ruine of the Romane tongue Did first arise in which the Romanes long Haue tooke delight fore all this they preferre And act