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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	bear_v	fruit_n	tree_n	1,451	5	8.5127	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A35531	Satyrical characters and handsome descriptions in letters written to severall persons of quality by Monsieur De Cyrano Bergerac ; translated out of the French by a person of honour.; Correspondence. English. Selections	Cyrano de Bergerac, 1619-1655.; Person of honour.	1658 (1658)	Wing C7718; ESTC R22479	102,673	199

them stormes of raine But doe you not think he hath great reason seeing us so tan'd to buck us and admit that he were so hot as to consume us 't would at least be a blessed signe of our peace with God since formerly with his people he sent fire from heaven only on purified Victims Besides if he intended to burn us he would not send the Dew to cool and refresh us that blessed dew that makes us believe by his infinite drops of light that the torch of the world is in the dust in our fields that a million of little heavens are fallen upon the earth or that it is the soul of the Universe that knowing not what honour to render to his father goes out to meet receive him on the tops of odoriferous flowers The Country-fellow he thinks they are silver-lice falne from the Sun's head which he combs in the morning another while he believes he sweat of the Aire corrupted by heat hath bred these glittering wormes or takes it for the spittle that falls from the planets mouths as they sleep To conclude let it be what it will it imports not Were they amorous tears her grief becomes her too well to afflict us besides this is a time that Nature puts all her treasures into our powers The Sun in person waites on the beds of Ceres and every Eare of Corne seems a bakehouse of brittle and milky loaves which he hath taken the paines to bake If any one complaines that his too long stay with us makes our leaves and fruits yellow let them know that this Monarque of the starres does it to make our Climate the garden of the Hesperides by giving golden leaves to the trees as well as golden fruits notwithstanding all this 't is to little purpose for him to heate himselfe in his zodiak with the Lyon he cannot stay four and twenty houres with the Virgin but hee 'l be inamoured hee 'l every day grow colder and at last how ever he leaves the title of virgin to the poor maide hee 'l come out of her bed so enervated and weakned that six Months will hardly recover him of his impotency Oh how fearfull am I to see summer increase because I apprehend his decrease t is he that sets at liberty the water wood metals hearbs and stones that the frost had made prisoners he appaises the coldnesse amongst them and reconciles and mediates betwixt them an exchange of Prisoners he conducts peaceably each to his owne home And to shew you that he seperates the natures that are the most Joyned you and I being but the same thing I never the lesse at this time consider my selfe apart from you to avoid the impertinence of saying to my selfe that I am Sir Your servant To the same 4. Against Autumne SIR ME thinks now I could with a great deal of pleasure rail upon Autumn if I feard not to incense the Thunder He is not content to kill us but is unsatisfied if he employ not 3 different executioners for one Death and kill us at once by the Eyes the Eares and the Touch that is by Lightning Thunder and the Bolt the Lightning is kindled to extinguish our sight by too much light and precipitating our lids on the apples of our Eyes it passes us from two little nights no bigger then a penny into one as big as the Universe The Aire by its continuall agitation inflames his Impostumes In what part soever we turne our sight a bloody Cloud seems to have drawn between us and the light a darke gray Curtaine lin'd with red taffety The Thunder begotten in the Cloud bursts the belly of his mother and the Cloud in hard labour is delivered with so much noise that the most savage rocks are split at the Cries of this production It shall not though be said that this surlie season speaks to me such high words that I dare not answer him this insolent to whose sinnes there onely wanted this to impute to the Creator the crimes of nature but if the injustice of 100 thousand Claps of thunder were a production of the Inscrutable wisdome of God it followes not for all this that the thundring season that is the season destinated to punish offenders should be more pleasant then the rest else you must conclude that the sweetest time of a Criminalls life is that of his Execution I think that from this fatal Meteor we may come to the wine since that is a liquid Thunder a potable wrath a death that kills drunkards with health 'T is he the tyrant that is the Cause the Definition of Rationale Animal given by Aristotle of man is false at least for them that drink too much What think you may one not say of a Taverne that 't is a place where folly is sold by the bottle and I doubt the vapors are ascended as high as the sun which may be the reason he goes to bed adayes so early Some Philosophers of our age have swallowed so much of it that it made the Earth turne round under them and if she doth really move I think they are reelings that drunkenness causes her to make For my part I am so great a hater of this poison that although Aquavitae be the stronger venome of the two yet I pardon him because she is a witnesse to me that she hath made him give up his spirit Thus we are in this season condemned to dye with thirst since our drink is poysoned let us see if the food wch she spreads on the Earth as on a table is lesse dangerous then her drink Alas for one fruit that Adam Eate 100 thousand persons dyed that were not yet born and Nature forces the Tree to begin the Execution of his owne Criminall children he throwes them against the ground with their heads formost the wind shakes and the Sun precipitates them After this Sir you 'l pardon me I hope if I disaprove that it should be said here is good harmlesse fruit how can he be so that hath hanged himselfe and if we consider likewise how the stones fly at them have we not cause to doubt of their innocence doe you not see also that the trees in producing their fruits are carefull to encompasse them with leaves to hide them as if they wanted impudence to show their shamefull or Privy parts But consider also how this horrible season uses the trees at her farewel she lades them with wormes spiders and caterpillars and although she leaves them bald yet she fills their heads with vermine call you these gifts of a good Mother to her Children and doth she dese ve we should thank her when she hath taken away from us almost all our sustenance But her malice extends yet further for she attempts to poison those that are not dead with hunger I speak nothing but what I le prove Is it not true that of all the things which are necessary for our use none of them are remained pure but the aire

torments of a frost and under the unmercifull Empire of a violent Eternity have nothing left them of their being but the power to suffer I met Sisyphus at the top of a mountain bewailing the losse of his stone that was newly slipt from him Tityus continually revive to satisfie the insatiable hunger of the Vulture that tore him Ixion loosing at every turn of his wheel The memory of the former Tantalus devour'd by the very fruit that he in vain endeavours to devour the Danaides imployed in continually powring into a tub full of holes that they could not fill There was there hard by a very thick bush under which I discovered through the fortifications of this vegetative Labyrinth lean Envy whose eyes were frightfully fix'd on the earth the hands yellow and drie the thighs quaking and without flesh the stomack sticking to the sides the breath contagious the skin tan'd by the heat of the Acribilaria who vomiting was chewing a piece of a Toad half disgested Afterwards I had the conversation of the Furies who were employed in such rufull actions that I leave them to imagination lest by the relating them your designe of rescuing me should by their horrour be changed with your courage Behold these are my misfortunes O generous Prince the relation that I have made to you is not to call you to my succour for I should stain the honour of great Alcides if I should think that there were any need of words to excite him to produce a vertuous action And I am confident that the time that he spends in the reading my Letter will be all that shall stay him from taking this voyage from which I may expect my liberty But in the mean time I cannot find the way to make an end of it for how can I that stand in need of the service of all the world dare to style my self O great Hercules Your Servant Theseus 38. Upon an Aenigma that the Author sent to Monsieur******* SIR TO acknowledge the Present you made me the other day of your rare Aenigma I thought I was obliged to acquit my selfe by sending you the like I say the like in respect of the name Aenigma that it bears for as to the lofty style and character of yours I confesse mine much beneath it and that I should be very inconsiderate if I should but dare to follow its flight onely with the eyes of the Fancy However if mine may be so happy as to see her self entertained in the quality of an attendant to yours her father will be too much honoured I confesse shee 's impatient to entertain you If your goodnesse then will grant her this favour you need onely continue the lecture of this Letter Aenigma upon Sleep I Was born nine hundred years before my sister and yet she passeth for my elder I think that her uglinesse and deformity is the cause of this errour there is no body but hates her company and conversation there comes not a word of good newes out of her mouth And although she hath more Altars on earth than any of the other deities she receives no pleasing sacrifices but the vows of the Despairers But I that charm all those that I come near there passes not a day but I see that which breaths in the air the sea the earth fall at my feet I find my cradle in the Suns tombe and in my Coffin the Sun finds his cradle The perfectest and most amiable thing that man ever saw was made the first day of my reign Nature laid the foundation of my Throne and makes my head in the highest place of a stately Palace of which she takes care when I repose to keep the door shut And the workmanship of this Edifice is elaborated with so much art that no body ever yet knew the order and the symmetry of its Architecture In fine I make my abode in the centre of an unexplicable Labyrinth where the reason of the wise and the foolish of the learned and the idiot wanders together I have no Hoste but my father and although he be a great deal more rationall then I am yet I make him go whither I please and am his conductor 'T is to little purpose in the mean time that I cousen him a few howers doth so clearly disabuse him that he resolves although in vain to trust no more to my falsities for in spight of him I lay in irons the five slaves that serve him as soon as they are tyred I compell them whether they will or no to submit themselves to my caprichios not but he endeavours to shun my re-encounter but I watch him in places so black and dark that he never failes of falling into my snares he yields presently to the character that my divinity amases him with insomuch that he hath no eyes but what are mine Not but that I have many other powerfull adversaries the most considerable amongst which is the sworn enemy to silence who would long since have drove me out of the confines of his Kingdom if the greatest part of his subjects had not in my favour revolted against him and these revolters that reason makes to rise against their Tyrant are the best govern'd and the onely persons that live under a perfect harmony They protect my innocence quiets those disturbances and clamours that conspire my ruine introduce me by little and little into their Kingdome and at last help me themselves unawares to become the Master of it But I advance my victories a great deal further I share with the god of day the extent and the duration of his Empire and if that half that I possesse be not the most glorious 't is at least the most tranquil and quiet I have this advantage of him besides that I intrench upon his dominions when I please and he cannot intrench upon mine The Astre that gives light to the Universe goes not down from our Horizon till I yoak to my Chariot the one half of mankind I stir up and maintain trouble among the people to keep them at rest They must needs love me for I use every one of them according to their humour those that are merily disposed I lead to Plaies Balls Feasts and other pleasant divertisments the cholerick I lead to the wars and plant them at the head of an Army and make them break through thirty squadrons with their swords gain victories and take Kings prisoners for those that are melancholly I sink them into the darkest horrours of a frightful solitude I carry them to the top of an hundred terrible and inaccessible Rocks to make their abysse seem more deep to them In fine I give every body an occupation according to his fancy I inrich those that are most miserable and sometimes in spight to fortune I take pleasure to precipitate hir favourits to the lowest part of hir wheel I raise likewise when I please a rascall to a Throne as heretofore I prostituted a Roman Empresse to