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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	action_n	good_a	sin_n	1,408	5	4.8951	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13493	The sculler rowing from Tiber to Thames with his boate laden with a hotch-potch, or gallimawfry of sonnets, satyres, and epigrams. With an addition of pastorall equiuocques or the complaint of a shepheard. By Iohn Taylor.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1612 (1612)	STC 23791; ESTC S118270	25,111	50

He whose combustious all deuowring ire Depopulates and layes whole Empires waste Whose Wrath like a consuming quenchles fire Hath blessed peace from Christendome displac'te If I should need one 〈◊〉 in wrath and murther His Holynes commaunds me seeke no further Epigram 24. WHo dares for Gluttony the Pope accuse Or gainst voluptuous dyet make's complaints His Holynes so many Fasts doth vse As 〈◊〉 and fasting dayes and Eeues of Saints Yet where Pride 〈◊〉 and Auarice are found Heart gnawing Enuy and fell murdering Wrath There rauenous Gluttony must needs abound Else other vices will be out of breath For Papists fasts are generally more deare Then feasts of 〈◊〉 with all their cheare Epigram 25. THose Liberall Sciences in number seauen Began with Pride and ends with drowsie Sloath Yet Christs commaund vnto th' Apostles giuen Was feede my Sheepe that faith in them haue growth Now I suppose the feeding of Christs flocke Is truly preaching of his facred word Which word 's the Key that opes the heauenly Locke Which Sword and Word his Holynes doth hoord Which drawn cuts his throat and the Deuills both For feare of which he lets it sleepe in sloath The beliefe of a Romish Catholike Epig. 26. I Doe beleeue the holy Pope of Rome Is Lord of Scriptures Fathers Church and all Of Counsells of the world whose dreadfull doome Can at his pleasure make all rise or fall I doe beleeue though God 〈◊〉 the same That I should worship Images and Saints I hope by mine owne workes I Heauen may claime In tongues vnknowne I must make prayers and plaints I doe belieue Christs body made of bread And may be eaten by Dogs Cats 〈◊〉 Mice Yet is a sacrifice for quicke and dead And may be bought and sold for rated price I further doe beleeue the Pope our Lord Can at his pleasure all my sinnes forgiue I do beleeue at his commaunding word Subiects must Kings of liues lands depriue Like as the Church belieues so I belieue By which I hope the heauens I shall atchieue Epigram 27. LIke as the Vipers birth 's his mothers bane So the Popes Full hath bene the Emperors Wane The Empires Autumne was the popish Spring And Kings subiection made the Pope a King Then did his holines become a God When Princes children like gan feare his rod. Whilst earthly potentates their owne did hold The Popes then shepheard like did keep their fold And fore the sacred truth should be orecome They manfully would suffer martyrdome But farwell Martyrs now and welcome Miters For paineful Preachers now contentius fighters With blood or gold assends the papall chaire Vnder the title of St. Peters heire I thinke if truth were brought vnto a tryall The Pope is heire to Peter in denyall But want of penitence proclaimes him base A Bastard not of Peters blessed race Vnles when Christ did call th'Apostle deuill Hee 's bastard to the good and heire to th' euill Epigram 28. ME thinkes I heare a swarme of Romanists Reuile and curse with candle booke and bell Yea all the poleshorne crew of Antichrists Condemnes me all without remorse to hell But I with resolution so doe arme me Their blessings doe no good nor cursings harme me Epigram 29. I That haue rowed from Tyber vnto Thames Not with a Sculler but with Scull and Braines If none will pay my fare the more their shames I am not first vnpaid that hath tane paines Yet I le be bold if payment be delayd To say and sweare your Sculler is not payd To his aproued good friend Mr. Robert Branthwayt DEere friend to thee I owe a countles debt Which though I euer pay will nere be payd T is not base coyne subiect to cankers fret If so in time my debt would be defrayd But this my debt I would haue all men knowe Is loue the more I pay the more I owe. I. T To his well esteemed friend Mr. Maximilian Waad VVIt Learning Honesty and all good parts Hath so possest thy body and thy minde That curteously thou stealst away mens harts Yet gainst thy theft there 's neuer none repinde My heart that is my greatest worldly pelfe Shall euer be for thee as for my selfe I. T. To my friend Mr. William Sherman THou that in idle adulating words Canst neuer please the humors of these dayes That greatest works with smallest speach affords Whose wit the rules of wisdomes lore obayes In few words then I wish that thou maist be As well belou'd of all men as of me FINIS I. T. Epigram 1. ALl you that stedfastly doe fixe your eyes Vpon this idle issue of my braine Who voyd of any intricate disguise Discribes my meaning rusticall and plaine My Muse like Sisiphus with toylsome trade Is euer working yet hath neuer done Though from the Romish Sea she well gan wade Yet is her labour as t were new begun For hauing at the Papists had a fling Great Brittaines vice or Vertues now I sing Epigram 2. THen cause I will not hug my selfe in sinne First with my selfe I meane for to begin Confessing that in me there 's nothing good My vaines are full of sin-poluted blood Which al my corps infects with hel-borne crimes Which make my actions lawles like these times That had I power according to my will My faults would make compare with any ill But yet I muse at Poets now adayes That each mans vice so sharply will dispraise Like as the Kite doth ore the carrion houer So their owne faults with other mens they couer Cause you shall deeme my iudgement to be iust Amongst the guilty I cry guilty first Epigram 3. GLacus that selfe conceyted critticke foole Vpon my Epigrams doth looke a scaunt And bids me put my barren wit to schoole And I in anger bid the Asse auaunt For till some better thing by him is pend I bid him falt not that he cannot mend Epigram 4. A Skilfull Painter such rare pictures drew That euery man his workmanship admird So neere the life in beauty forme and hue As if dead Art gainst Nature had conspirde Painter saies one thy wife 's a pretty woman I muse such ill shapt Children thou hast got Yet makest such Pictures as their like makes no man I prethee tell the cause of this thy lot Quoth he I paint by day when it is light And get my Children in the darke at night Epigram 5. VNlearned Azo a store of bookes hath bought Because a learned Scoller hee le be thought I counseld him that had of bookes such store To buy Pipes Lutes the Violl and Bandore And then his musicke and his learnings share Being both alike with either might compare Epigram 6. FAire Betrice tucks her coates vp somewhat hie Her pretty Leg and Foot cause men should spie Saies one you haue a handsome Leg sweet Ducke I haue two quoth she or els I had hard lucke There 's two indeed I thinke th' are twinnes quoth he They are and are