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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
book_n	word_n	worth_n	write_v	60	3	4.7520	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13463	The scourge of basenesse, or, The old lerry with a new kicksey, and a new cum twang with the old winsye wherein Iohn Taylor hath curried or clapperclawed, neere a thousand of his bad debters, who will not pay him vpon his returnes from Scotland, Germany, Bohemia, the voyages of the paper boate, and his nauigations to Yorke and Salsbury with Oates.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1624 (1624)	STC 23768; ESTC S1147	13,389	47

and not my mony meete Were they not able me amends to make My conscience then would sooner giue then take But most of those I meane are full purs'd Hindes Being beggerly in nothing but their mindes Yet sure me thinkes if they would do me right Their mindes should be as free to pay as write Neer threescore pounds the books I 'm sure did cost Which they haue had from me and I thinke lost And had not these mens tongues so forward bin Ere I my painfull iourney did beginne I could haue had good men in meaner Rayment That long ere this had made me better payment I made my iourney for no other ends But to get money and to try my friends And not a friend I had for worth or wit Did take my booke or past his word or writ But I with thankefulnesse still vnderstood They tooke in hope to giue and do me good They took a book worth 1● pence were bound To giue a Crowne an Angell or a pound A Noble peece or halfe peece what they list They past their words or freely set their fist Thus got I sixteene hundred hands and fifty Which summe I did suppose was somewhat thrifty And now my youths with shifts tricks cauils Aboue seauen hundred playes the sharking Iauils I haue performed what I vndertooke And that they should keepe touch with me I looke Foure thousand and fiue hundred bookes I gaue To many a honest man and many a knaue Which bookes and my expence to giue them out A long yeere seeking this con●used rout I 'm sure it cost me seuenscore pounds and more With some suspition that I went on score Besides aboue a thousand miles I went And though no mony yet much time I spent Taking excessiue labour and great paines In heat cold wet and dry with feete and braines With tedious toyle making my heart-strings ake In hope I should content both giue and take And in requitall now for all my paine I giue content still and get none againe None did I say I 'le call that word agen I meete with some that pay me now and then But such a toyle I haue those men to seeke And finde perhaps 2 3 or 4 a weeke That too too oft my losings gettings be To spend 5. crownes in gathering in of three And thus much to the world I dare auow That my oft walkes to get my mony now With my expences seeking of the same Returning many a night home tir'd and lame Meeting some thirty forty in a day That sees me knowes me owes me yet none pay Vs'd and abus'd thus both in towne and Court It makes me thinke my Scottish walke a sport I muse of what stuffe these men framed be Most of them seeme Mockado vnto me Some are Stand-further off for they endeauer Neuer to see me or to pay me neuer When first I saw them they appeared Rash And now their promises are worse then trash No Taffaty more changeable then they In nothing constant but no debts to pay And therefore let them take it as they will I 'le canuase them a little with my quill To all the world I humbly do appeale And let it iudge if well these men doe deale Or whether for their hasenesse 't were not fitter That I should vse more gall and write more bitter I wrot this booke before but for this end To warne them and their faults to reprehend But if this warning will not serue the turne I sweare by sweete Satyrick Nash his vrne On euery pissing post their names I 'le place Whilst they past shame shall shame to shew their face I 'le hale fell Nemesis from Dis his den To ayde and guide my sharpe reuenging pen That fifty Popes Buls neuer shall roare lowder Nor fourescore Cannons whē mē fire their powder And sure my wronged muse could lines indite So full of horror terror and affright That they like Caine confessing their estates But little better then base Reprobates And hang themselues in their despairing moods But that I 'le not be guilty of their bloods No let such fellowes know that Time shall try My mercie 's greater then their honesty Nor shall my verse affoord them no such fauour To make them saue the hangman so much labour They are contented still to patch and palter And I with patience wish them each a halter They are well pleas'd to be perfidious fellowes And my reuenge bequeathes them to the gallowes For I would haue them this much vnderstand Words are but wind 't is money that buyes land Words buyes no food or clothes to giue content Bare words will neuer pay my Landlord rent And those that can pay Coyne and payes but words My minde a mischiefe to them all affoords I count them like old shoes past all mens mending And therefore may the Gallouse be their ending If some of them would but ten houres spare From drinking drabbing and superfluous fare From smoaking English fire and heathen stinke The most of them might well pay me my chinke There 's no wound deeper then a pen can giue It makes men liuing dead and dead men liue It can raise honour drowned in the sea And blaze it forth in glory Cap. a. pea Why it can scale the battlements of Heauen And stellifie men 'mongst the Planets seauen It can make mizers peasants knaues and fooles The scorn of goodnesse and the diuels close stooles Forgot had bin the thrice three worthies names If thrice three Muses had not writ their fames And if it not with flatt'ry be infected Good is by it extold and bad corrected Let Iudgment iudge them what mad men are those That dare against a pen themselues oppose Which when it likes can turne thē all to loathing To any thing to nothing worse then nothing Yet e're I went these men to write did like And vs'd a pen more nimbly then a pike And writ their names as I suppos'd more willing Then valiant souldiers with their Pikes are drilling But this experience by these men I finde Their words are like their payment all but winde But what wind 't is is quickly vnderstood It is an euill winde blowes no man good Or else they make it to the World appeare That writing is good cheape and paying deare No paper bill of mine had edge vpon it Till they their hands and names had written on it And if their iudgements be not ouer-seene They would not feare the edge is not so keene Some thousands and some hundreds by the yeare Are worth yet they their peece or halfe peece fe●●e They on their owne bils are a fraid to enter And I vpon their peeces dare to v●nter But who so at the bill hath better skill Giue me the peece and let him take the bill I haue met some that odiously haue lied Who to deceiue me haue their names denied And yet they haue good honest Christian names As Ioshua Richard Robert Iohn and Iames To cheare me with base Inhumanity

kindnesse let them take their leasure To pay or not pay let them vse their pleasure Let them no worser then they are still proue Their powrs may chance out-do me not their loue I meete them to my perill and their cost And so in time there 's little will be lost Yet the old prouerb I would haue them know The horse may statue the whilst the grasse doth grow 5. Those that are dead A Fift sort God be with them they are dead And euery one my quittance vnder 's head To aske them coyne I know they haue it not And where nought is there 's nothing to be got I 'le neuer wrong them with inuectiue lines Nor trouble their good heires or their as-sigues And some of them their liues losse to me were In a large measure of true sorrow deere As one braue Lawyer whose true honest spirit Doth with the blest celestiall soules inherit He whose graue wisedome gain'd preheminence To grace and fauour with his gracious Prince Adorn d with learning lou'd approu'd admir'de He my true friend too soon to dust retir'de Besides a number of my worthy friends To my great losse death brought vnto their ends Rest gentle spirits rest with Eternizing And may your corpes haue all a ioyfull rising There 's many liuing euery day I see Who are more dead then you in pay to me 6. Those that are sled A Sixt with tongs glib like the tayles of eeles Hath shew'd this land and me foule pairs of heels To Ireland Belgis Germany and France They are retir'de to seeke some better chance T' was their vnhappy inauspicious Fate The Counters or King Luds vnlucky Gate Bonds being broke the stones in euery street They durst not tread on lest they burnt their feete Smoke by the pipe and ginger by the race They lou d with Ale but neuer lou'd the Mace And these mens honesties are like their states At piteous wofull and at low priz'd rates For partly they did know when they did take My bookes they could no satisfaction make And honesty this document doth teach That man shall neuer striue aboue his reach Yet haue they reacht and ouerreacht me still To do themselues no good and me much ill But farewell friends if you againe doe come And pay me either all or none or some I looke for none and therefore still delay me You onely doe deceiue me if you pay me Yet that deceit from you were but my due But I looke ne're to be deceiu'd by you Your stockes are poore your Creditors are store Which God increase and decrease I implore 7. Those that are as farre from honesty as a Turke is from true Religion SEuenthly and last's a worthy worthlesse crew Such as heau'n hates hell on earth doth spew And God renounce dam them are their praiers Yet some of these sweete youths are good mens heires But vp most tēderly they haue bin brought And all their breeding better fed then taught And now their liues floate in damnations streame To stab drab kil swil tear swear stare blaspheme In imitation worse then diuels apes Or Incubusses thrust in humane shapes As bladders full of others wind is blowne So selfe-conceit doth puffe them of their owne They deeme their wit all other men surpasses And other men esteem them witlesse asses These pucksoyst cockbrain'd coxcōbs shallow pated Are things that by their Taylors are created For they before were simple shapelesse wormes Vntill their makers lick'd them into sormes T' is ignorant Idolatry most base To worship Sattin Sathan or gold lace T' adore a veluet varlet whose repute Stinkes odious but for his perfumed suite If one of these to serue some Lord doth get His first taske is to sweare himselfe in debt And hauing pawn'd his soule to Hell for oathes He pawnes those othes for newfoūd fashiō clothes His carcasse cased in this borrowed case Imagines he doth me exceeding grace If when I meete him he bestowes a nod Then must I thinke me highly blest of God Perhaps though for a Wood-cocke I repute him I vaile my bonnet to him and salute him But sure my salutation is as euill As Infidels that do adore the Diuell For they do worship Sathan for no good Which they expect from his infernall mood But for they know he 's author of all ill And o're them hath a power to spoyle and kill● They therefore doe adore him in the durt Not hoping any good but fearing hurt So I do seeme these mimmicks to respect Not that from them I any good expect For I from dogs dung can extract pure honey As soone as from these widgeons get my money But I in courtesie to them haue b●●de Because they shall not say I ●m growne prowde And sure if harmelesse true humillity May spring from money wanting pouerty I haue of debtors such a stinking store Will make me humble for they 'le keepe me poore And though no wiser then flat fooles they be A good lucke on them thei 're too wise for me They with a courtly tricke or a flim flam Do nod at me whilst I the noddy am One part of Gentry they will ne're forget And that is that they ne're will pay their debt To take and to receiue they hold it fit But to requite or to restore's no wit Then let them take and keepe but knocks and pox And all diseases from Pandora's box And which of them sayes that I raue or raile Let him but pay and bid me kisse his T. But sure the Diuell hath taught them many a trick Beyond the numbring of Arithmetick I meete one thinking for my due to speake He with euasions doth my purpose breake And askes what news I heare from France or Spain Or where I was in the last shower of raine Or when the Court remooues or what 's a clock Or wher 's the wind or some such windy mock With such sine scimble scemble spitter spatter As puts me cleane besides the mony-matter Thus with poore mungrell shifts with what where when I am abused by these things like men And some of them doe glory in my want They being Romists I a Protestant Their Apostaticall iniunctions faith To keepe their faith with me is breach of faith For 't is a Maxim of such Catholicks T is Meritorious to plague Hereticks Since it is so pray pay me but my due And I will loue the Crosse as well as you And this much further I would haue you know My shame is more to aske then yours to owe I begge of no man 't is my owne I craue Nor do I seeke it but of them that haue There 's no man was inforc'd against his will To giue his word or signe vnto my bill And is 't not shame nay more then shame to heare That I should be return'd aboue a yeare And many Rich-mens words and bils haue past And tooke of me both bookes both first and last Whilst twice or thrice a weeke in euery streete I meete those men