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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
book_n	life_n	name_n	write_v	18,504	5	6.4426	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A50854	The second part of The nights search, discovering the condition of the various fowles of night, or, The second great mystery of iniquity exactly revealed with the projects of these times : in a poem / by Humphrey Mill, author of The nights search.; Nights search. Part 2	Mill, Humphrey, fl. 1646.	1646 (1646)	Wing M2058; ESTC R20278	80,892	185

his breath Had he so many souls as many lives As he hath Whores for his supposed Wives He 'd venture all but is not one too much To lie at hazard for a World of such Thou common vassal what dost mean to do Thy various sins breed several Torments too Thou canst not live here ever thou must have To end delights a prison and a grave Y 'ave change of rooms for death being dead alive One room in Hell may eas'ly hold all five Though sin remains there still there 's no delight Souls dwell with horrour and eternal night But where 's the scurf of age that is so vilde To turn a Baud and offer Hell her childe Upon such easie terms I would not ask But that she has performed such a Task That Hell seems innocent What did she hatch A brat for living shame then make the match Her sense her nature she doth now controul To give the body life to damn the soul Her shame is dy'd in grain why write I thus She 's fit for nothing but an Incubus There is a Pander too I 'd call him in But that he is so overgrown with sin Being made an Officer his humours swell He 'l curse and swear the devils out of hell His counsel cost him nought his sisters man Call him but so he 'l swear but by her fan I cannot talk with him he doth so stink Being parboil'd twice and overcharg'd with drink I 'll leave you altogether till my Pen Be sharper set and then I 'll write agen If I should shew her wit how she will vaper 'T would steal a way my time besides a sheet of paper Her outside now shall satisfie my rime I 'll blaze her inside at another time Look where she is and view her in the light Now I 'll be silent left I shame her quite SECT. XVII A young mans 〈◊〉 furies rise His mothers ghost her words his eyes Disclose his grief Into the fire They thrust his soule the sinners 〈◊〉 His soul returns his mothers train And whiter Devils come again Some pull some call he sound his tongue He was releas'd but 't was not long A Devil grave fain'd love exprest More wantonsome then all the rest Plaid sung and dane'd while he did pray The evil spirits flunck away WHen through contempt and wilfulnesse to sin Man forfeited the day he did begin To side with darknesse and to Hell he 'd creep Unheard unseen when Conscience was asleep She leaves the charge to Cerb'rus made no stay But sends out strength to meet him in the way Who marching on desired sinful leasure Because the way was sweet and full of pleasure But lusting mischief ever comes too soon Unlook't for in the morning if at noon 'T is conceal'd to the minde or if at night 'T is most unthought of He should take delight To reckon well spent-time But as he stands Expecting rest as purchas'd by his hands Death strains his senses Ah! he must submit To Deaths pale Tenant where the hungry pit Will keep him Prisoner But I must indite A Scean of dolour Hell 's broke loose to night He that neglects his Watch will find too late Terrors and feinds assuming pomp and state With Furies waiting on them Passing by A hollow Cave I heard a hideous cry Come le ts divide the spoile his bones are thine Betwixt you part his flesh his soul is mine A masculine being past the third degree And into manhood enter'd now is hee Yet never liv'd unlesse it were to sin Being frighted from himself he 'l now begin To change his course If this black storme were past Which Hell hath rais'd to Heaven now at last He 'd consecrate himself The night being dark It cannot hide his grief Hell light 's a spark To blaze his crime in colours First there came His mothers Ghost to gender fear and shame Within his breast and threatning him she said Ah! thou art lost 〈◊〉 how often have I stay'd Thee from thy ruine Worse and worse thou art I was thy mother once e're we did part I begg'd thy change with tears but I was crost In my desire Turn turn or thou art lost And many other spirits with consent Did becken from above then out they went But fear came in the more for there he saw A troop of deadly 〈◊〉 who strove to draw As they were gaping on the fiery brim Him to the furious lake or that to him But Species sine visu he believ'd His torment was begun and still he griev'd Which made his wound more wide his loathed bed Helps not his quaking limbs his heavie head Hardens the gentle feathers and his tears Did onely shew not mitigate his fears Then came the feinds and snatcht his soul away Making a triumph soon they cast their prey As he conceiv'd into a Vault of fire Thrust it with forks This is the Sinners hire Then to the Bed a Fury brings a Bier To lay his corps upon and now his fear Hath made him speechlesse but his sense remains To fold up sorrow Who can judge what pains Hell gives in earnest But the hardned sinner Knows what hell is for he was the beginner Of Discord in the World and he shall have A bed of sorrow lower then the grave I must not stray too much my feeble Pen Must give account his soul being come agen Of what the issue was In this distresse He water'd his pale-earth Groans did expresse The horrour of his minde he spi'd again His mother all in white with her a train Of Saint-like figures pointing down to'ards hell Then heaven-ward he mus'd but could not tell What speech they us'd Of gleams they had a shroud With verba sine voce in a cloud They vanish'd all away But there remain'd The horrid Vision which from hell was strain'd With strange deformities A Fury call'd Upon him strangely other would have hall'd Him from his wat'ry couch Fear made him strong And home-born danger help him to his tongue Thus he in anguish said Ye Feinds of darknesse what have you to do With me that am redeem'd you shall not woo My soul with your enchantments to embrace The motions drawn in hell Although my case Is much to be lamented I am free For mercy as the rest of sinners be This Book the Book of God may end the strife My name is written in the Book of Life Nor shall your 〈◊〉 remove me I am set To keep possession here and all my debt Is paid by him that gave himself to death That I might live From him I draw my breath Depart ye damned spirits I have cast My self for sin I 've griev'd for what is past Thus said they quit the room With that he rais'd His feeble 〈◊〉 and in his heart he prais'd Him that had bought his Freedom But he spi'd As he went down once more his mother ti'd But not from motion in her winding sheet He thought to gain his freedom in the street But could