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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
book_n	live_v	time_n	write_v	3,395	5	5.5400	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B02485	The distressed VVelsh-man, born in Trinity-Lane. With a relation of his travels, being altogether unfortunate. / By Hugh Crumpton.	Crompton, Hugh, fl. 1657.	1688 (1688)	Wing C7027C; ESTC R174316	8,541	25

done the Justice frees poor Caffy by the Law But yet alas was pay her Fees or all 's not worth a straw This one thing grieves her most at last than all was done before Her is not yet gone clearly past for there is one thing more The Keeper asks him for his Fees which vext the Welshman sore Her has no score for ought her knew was pay her all before Was ask her now for Keepers Fees her had no chink at all Her may not buy no Leeks nor Sheese her substance is so small Was pray her Keeper op●n door as her may truly swear As her was never there before will never more come there The Keeper hearing what he said was moved unto laughter Poor Taffy he no longer staid take heed quoth he hereafter Now he hath ' scap'd the Keepers claws and hath his freedom won His mind is bent to learn the Laws and now her hath begun Forthwith to the Court he goes with speed a Lawyers Clark to be Yet he could neither write nor read O the more is the pity Now her was asked what her were her was a Shentleman And her hath suffer'd many a loss thus her complaint began But her will rather bide the pain a Lawyers man to be Before her will return again into her own Country Although you know your calling ill yet her delights to live A Servant to your pleasures will if her will her believe Her never lov'd her bones should work at any toilsome trade But her likes best to be a Clark mark well what her hath said His Master ask'd him if he had learn'd Latin Books or Greek What think her was a man was mad was think her cannot speak Was learn'd her A B C 3 times o're before her had a Primmer And now her had no need of more her has enough within her Now they did ask if her could read a Lawyers written scrole Now Taffy has nothing to plead he cannot read at all Kind Reader judge is this thing true which Taffy hath decreed He swears he 'l write as well as you though he could never read It was decreed for Taffy then to learn his book apace And next day to return again into the self-same place Next day betimes to the place he goes from whence he did proceed What he hath learned no man knows he tells them he can read He meets his Master in the Hall was tell her what was do Was write God bless us on a wall and her was read it true The people then did laugh at him was thought her was in Heaven Because to read her did begin the sentence that was written God bless me then forthwith he said which when the people heard Said Taffy you have falsly pray'd as by your words appear'd Her was not wrong was tell untrue was sure was no mistake Pray for her self and not for you lest God should her forsake 'T was wisely done as I may say of such a fool as he And he must write all the next day to gain a Lawyers Fee Her takes her seat was bravely plac'd the Pen and Ink doth take A pattern was before his face like to like he must make And as it happened there did see his true copy before him An Apes Picture was hanging by and Taffy did adore him Now Taffy thought that was the rule that he was for to follow Behold the wisdom of a Fool goes far beyond Appollo He makes a form as I was told would make a man to tremble And if that I may be so bold it did himself resemble Cors-plut was Picture fine and brave was like her passing well Her picture to her Master gave see what to him befel Sir rah I told thee thou shouldst make what was before thee written Therefore thou must for thy mistake with many stripes be beaten Co●s plutter-a-nails will serve her so will stay with her no longer To seek her Fortune her will go and her away will wander Now Taffy tells me he hath Land was left to her in Wales And her I possess it out of hand because her fortune fails But then the Master tells him he would beg his whole Estate Because of his simpicitly a wis●r man should ha 't But now her sees there is no cause why her should lose her Land For h●r hath learn'd the English Laws her wears it in her hand Now Taffy tells them that before her dearly bought her Learning Such pain was make her cry and roar whilst her poor hand was burning But all in vain it will not do they threaten his Estate Then he replies the Tevil take you such Rogues shall never ha 't Her Father wise got her a fool as you report of me Why may not her with her long tool beget as wise as he Her will not lose her own Estate indeed was tell her true Was sure her has a wiser pate than give it unto you His words prevail against his Foes his Land shall not be given To any that do him oppose O then her is in Heaven But now her knows not where to go nor whither to betake her Her has no Friends as her do know all people did forsake her Though her has Land and Money store yet her has no possession Therefore in England her is poor that is her own confession Now her was go through thick and thin to seek her better fate New course of Life her doth begin the old is out of date O her was hungry cold and dry her knows no friends at all A Victualling-house her did espy I but her wealth is small Was enter in as her may say to seek for some relief Her sits her down and there did stay next day her prov'd a Theif Was ask her Hostess then indeed if her had any Meat Her Hostess brought her out with speed Calfes-head and heels to eat Was leave her heels and eat her head as her hath truly sworn Will eat no more but go to bed and take her heels i' th' morn The morn was come the heels was brought Taffy did kindly take them He gives his hostess not a Groat and so he doth forsake them Now Taffy left them and is fled but cannot hold his bragging But mark how after Taffy sped his tongue must still be wagging They apprehend his person then and to the Justice bring him And in the street before all men into a Prison fling him 'T will not repay his Villany they put him in the Stocks From thence into the Pillory with many lusty knocks Nay more than this the Welshman shall as it shall soon appear Suffer a Loss before them all the Cook must have his ear Be Cot her stay her shall not cut her ear from off her head But if so be her must have it shall be when her is dead But this is vain it will not serve the hangman ta●e it ●ff And bravely he his flesh doth carve whilst all the people laugh This vexed Taffy to the heart will not appeased be