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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	adam_n	nature_n	sin_n	2,126	5	5.5892	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A61401	A miscellany of poems upon several occassions, both moral and amorous with many odes, songs, acrosticks, epigrams, and elegies, as also divine hymns / composed by T.S.	Steevens, Thomas.	1689 (1689)	Wing S5399; ESTC R24112	40,644	142

Whilst thou dost strut like th' Assi ' th' Lions skin Adorn'd without but still an Ass within He 's like the Jay drest up i' th' Peacock's Plumes Who Parents merits to himself assumes And when these trapping Toys are claim'd away He will become a scoff a naked Jay Heroick Fathers honour proves a shame To Sons when they build on their Fathers Fame And nought perform themselves whereby may seem As Rivals of their Ancestors esteem Nay more he sacrilegious doth become Who steals his Father's honour from his Tomb For from the dead he derogates their Fame Who from their Acts doth take his borrow'd name Thus Parents noble Actions and Renown We most unjustly claim and call our own If thou then wouldst true honours pitch ascend Go to thy mind t' Heroick Vertues bend On the Fire-Works LET Earth at Lightning stand amaz'd no more Nor dread a Thunderbolt when Claps do rore Since Heaven thereby its Triumphs seem'd to shew When our Great Jove for Joy did thunder too But 's sacred NVMEN brandished no Darts ' Less those of Love to penetrate our hearts So Heaven and Earth did Rivals prove in joy When flash for flash and clap for clap they 'd pay The more to celebrate the Princely Son Whom without doubt the future Age will own Heir to his Father's Vertue as his Crown But as the Royal Consorts view'd the Thames Streaming with Fire how did they gild the flames With sacred lustre How the Stars on high Receiv'd a Gloss from their bright MAJESTY Spangled all o'r our Hemisphere did grow Eclipsed Tapers glimmer'd in Heav'ns Brow Stars shon i' th Air and brighter STARS below From whose kind influence may more joys still flow And may that VIVAT REX still flame and burn Till Stars do melt and Fate doth dread her Urn. THE Oxford-Triumph OR The Academicks Congratulating his Grace the Duke of ORMOND their new Chancellor 1. NO more let swelling Deluges of Tears The mourning Oxford drown No more let Groans the yielding Air divide Nor Thamesis in hoarser murmurs glide ' Cause its Great Patron soar'd above our Spheres To an Immortal Crown 'T is true his Merits were so great so high That Time can ne'r confound his Memory But Oxford lo the springing Day Displays new Symptoms of thy joy 2. Look how Aurora with redoubled Light Doth Nights black Veil disperse See how the radiant Phoebus on us streams With greatest lustre his new-rising beams The Eaglets winging to th' East their direct flight Good Omens do rehearse That now no cries resounding in the Strand Fair Oxford's Columns shall triumphant stand And to their new-made Basis pay Brave Victims of their hearts this day 3. Thy Ormond Oxford left thee not alone Distracted in thy grief Thy calm Castalia may flow gently on And still the Muses sport in Helicon A second Vice Apollo gilds thy Throne That Day-Star of relief Thus Heav'n repairs thy loss Thou now can'st shew A strong Palladium and a Phosphore too Thy old Mecaenas lives in 's Heir For Merit as for Title rare 4. With how great Pomp then and with what applause With what surprizing joy Should the blest Alma Mater grace the Morn Let bright Apollo's crisps her Front adorn Let Choirs of Muses sing the joyful Cause And round Parnassus play Let all Minerva's Candidates rejoice And let a Morning Ave be their Voice That Persian-like they may adore Their rising Sun their growing Pow'r 5. Oh let the Choristers o' th' Vocal Grove Their blooming hopes salute Let 'em build stately Pyramids of praise And fame their Patron worthy of their Bays Under whose influence they may court their Love Keep Daphne in pursuit May our whole Athens boast its Halcyon days And through each Clime diffuse its splendid rays That all may now it 's happy State With Eulogies congratulate A Description of a Battel MArch on March on The Foe has seiz'd the Field And vows he 'll dy o' th' spot before he 'll yield Prepare your Arms Great Sirs th' event to try Come on Come on let 's fight for Victory Draw up the Horse the Foot-men I 'll dispose Fire brave Boys agen agen have 't our Foes The Drums do beat the Cornets rattle round And Tara-tara-tantara doth sound The Smoke like Clouds involves the heavenly Light The dismal Day can scarce be known from Night The clam'rous Shouts do shake the lofty Skies And the tumultuous noise to Heaven flies The Darts do whirl the Bullets storm like Hail The roaring Ordnances break a Foil Here drops a Hector there Achilles falls Here gasps one there another half-dead crauls The prancing Steed receives his mortal wound And falling casts his Rider to the ground Where both do wallow in the bloudy Gore And Oh! most wretchedly are trampled o'er The sparkling Swords against each other twang When Panoplia doth stave off the Bang The Spear-men dip their hastal Points in bloud The Earth is drowned in a Crimson Floud The Conqueror now sheaths his blunted Sword And to his tired Souldiers gives the Word Retreat Retreat We now have won the day Let 's haste t' our Camp without a longer stay The ground is strew'd with Corpse The lively Souls The priding Victor with his pow'r controuls This wants a Limb another wants his Head Here lies a mangled Trunk all Members fled The pious Mother weeps her Darling's Fate The loving Wife condoles her Husband's State. What stony-hearted Scythian can't bemoan These ruins under which the Earth doth groan Now stately Trophies shew the Victor's praise And 's Acts commemorate to future days Of Woman O Nature Nature too too kind and free Whilst thou would'st seem to Man and pious be Thou prov'dst unkind Thy gifts did noxious prove Thou kill'dst him under a pretence of love For lo when thou would'st first create for Man A Help-meet Woman thou did'st him trepan She only proves a sweet delightful pain At best and doth his doting heart restrain She stupifies his sense with secret Charms And under present bliss brings future harms Nay when she can a wretched Man once rule She 'll prove his Governess and him befool What mischief hath not this confounded Crew Of Women done all former times can shew Who tempted pious Adam first to fall Who Mortals did with cursed Sin enthral Who Man from Paradise did first debar Who was the only cause of ten years War When Dust and Ashes bury'd antient Troy Who did the valiant Sampson's strength betray A damn'd confounded Woman the worst of woes The cursed'st Plague that Nature could impose She yielded first to Sin and still persists Therein when she attempts what e'r she lists And runs on like a Horse without a rein That nothing can her wicked thoughts restrain She loves revenge with all her Soul and Blood Hence through Flames she 'll rush to let fly the Flood Of Passion floating in her angry Breasts To plague and pester those whom she detests She suffers no reproof and no controul But like Medea will