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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	act_n	power_n	will_n	1,439	5	6.6180	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36959	The campaigners, or, The pleasant adventures at Brussels a comedy : with a familiar preface upon a late reformer of the stage : ending with a satyrical fable of the dog and the ottor / written by Mr. D'Urfey.	D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.; Collier, Jeremy, 1650-1726. Short view of the immorality and profaneness of the English stage.	1698 (1698)	Wing D2705; ESTC R2651	97,422	106

what miserable case is he That thus depends on your Divinity For if as I believe your only rule Is meer Hypocrisy your Flock to fool To preach up each each Religion in each kind When neither has the power yourself to bind As by your Writings is explain'd to many First you 're for one then t'other than scarce any How wretched will your Proselytes appear Who are to find their Heaven but know not where And tho my gifts cannot of yours take place I hope I still may equal ye in Grace I act Obedience to the King and Laws Led by the Wise own Justice in the Cause Obey the Apostle and the Higher Power Not shuffle off on th● consciencious Score When what I would insinuate for Zeal Is only the effect of stubborn Will As yours is now else why this juggling Arts Ottor Fool han't I said before to shew my parts I●ll make the Government distinguish me Tray. 'T will rather punish your Hypocrisy Ottor Sot what thou call'st Hypocrisy is Wit Tray. Not half so much as when men draw the Net To snare the heedless Partridges I set Learn'd in the craft I was design'd by fate I wisely act but you prevarricate And simply led by blind opinion try To vend for pious Grace rank Fallacy Ottor Hast thou observ'd my life and can'st thou say My Duty I 've neglected any way Are not my Actions regularly known And my Devotions seen thro all the Town Tray. Ay that 's the deepest mischief in your Gown A●vicious Priest that holy form does take Is the most powerful Villain Hell can make For there●s the garb of Sanctity to hide All Malice Lewdness Avarice or Pride He has too when there are invectives made Wit to confute and Learning to evade The ignorant Laity have no such power They 're but Jackalls 't is the ill Priests devour But as I 've shewn a bad I●ll now describe Dull as I am a good one of your Tribe Wise just and humble he that Souls would win With modest reason must discourage sin Gentle and mild his pious Cause must plead Inform the Brain and yet not break the Head With temper his reproofs must be endu'd Boys may be snubb●d but Men will think it rude And ne're by rough Admonishment turn good Of Life exemplary of heart sincere Who next his Soul holds King and Country dear Who power and riches reckons trivial things Who to the poor his own white Manchet brings Who deals in no hypocrisy nor pride That 's a good Priest if you are such I've●ly What Precepts have you taught this impious Age Ott. Why I have writ a Book against the Stage Been tickled with their Smutt these seven long years And now have publish'd it with sighs and tears Another too where he that makes inspection May find in one place against pride objection Another where 't is made a chief perfection Both Books so fine as will for all your railing Soon do my work for I have friends prevailing Tray. And then you 'll swear Ott. Sir I can jests endure Tray. I know you will Ott. Well first let me be sure In the mean time 't is fit I look demure Whatever vices secretly I wear I●ll be a Saint in shew none shall appear Tray. How 's that you say you 'll be a Saint in shew And yet am told were yesterday a Beau. Wore Coat o' th' modish Cut from Doyley piece And Peruke long to grace Canonick Phiz How can that parallel with Robe Divine Ott. I 'll make it do 't to further my design My Book already has alarm'd the Town I●ve pa●●●d their taste and any thing will down The publick Vogue is gain'd I●ve mov'd the stone And now you 'll find it of itself roll on Well painted ●ri●les do their sense deceive And what they like they easily believe Tray. But can your Fallacy on such impose That have our Doctrine of Allegiance chose Can they be blind to your bifronted look Not see your Craft because they like your Book It cannot be your Actions and your Print Too plainly shew that on both sides you squint Keep both in hand till offers come so fair You may say Conscience did mistake and swear This such discerning Eyes must see a little Ott. Some do but some are blind still as a Beetle I have had thanks for shewing the Stage Vices Spite of Absolving and such bold Caprices I 'm a strict tough Non-juror in opinion That wish Le Roy were routed of Dominion The Government subverted Pulpit too Unless my Model could set up the true And y●●●'ve wheedled some by glossy parts To think of a reward for my deserts This now I dare confess to thee and more Because I know thy Nature Wit and Power How far thy little spite can do me wrong Which is alas no further then thy Tongue Know then your Patron rashly took the Oaths Which he believ'd I 'd do for Food and Cloaths He us'd me like a Servant of small Note Affronting thus my Office and my Coat For which I left his House despis'd his Glebe And like a Spider now will spin my Web. Till one or t'other richly does provide For that just Merit which thou call'st my pride So honest well-nos'd Tray let us shake hands 'T will become thee to busk o're stubble Lands For near that Cops I a large Covey saw Run home then make 'em get the Net and draw But touch no more Divinity nor Law Tray. No faith Sir I●ll go home straight o're these grounds And make 'em bring my Patrons O●tor-Hounds To ●cówr your Worship from these shady bounds For since 't is only mischief you design And hope to get preferr'd by cheats Divine I●ll do my banter'd Countrymen this Grace To see you worry d ' ere that come to pass I 'll send ye those shall make you cast your Fleece As well as late you cast your Benefice Your Duckings and your Divings shall no● do Nor your close holes secure when they pu●sue Your own Desertion then shall be discisst Whilst all that are to King and Country just Shall hall●w the sport and leave each home To view the Male-con●e●ted Ottors doom Ott. Fool ●●ther than he snapp'd I●ll take a tree Tra● And faith as you 've ●●serv'd one ●it may be Where B●●nches grow not from one stock but three The Campaigners Act I. Scene I. An Eating-House Enter Van Scopen and Mascarillo the first drest in Blue Lac'd with Gold Galloon the other Genteely in Black Masc DEar Brother in Iniquity here 's to thee Drinks And once more welcome from Paris Well and how dost like my Country hah I see by thy Rosie Gills and these Collops here matters have gone very well with thy Belly the Embassador won't spare the Kings Purse he will have good meat and drink I 'll say that for him Van Sc. Yes faith the meat and drink was nourishing enough in itself 't is true if it were not always condemn'd to be spoyl'd by the