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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	believe_v	good_a	great_a	1,387	5	2.5396	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57500	Rome rhym'd to death being a collection of choice poems, in two parts / written by the E. of R., Dr. Wild, and others of the best modern wits.	Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of, 1647-1680.; Wild, Robert, 1609-1679.	1683 (1683)	Wing R1758; ESTC R16454	52,573	136

World Where Conscience stands and stares them in the face Shewing a Table of Eternal Brass In which in noted Characters are wrot Their whole lifes crimes which living they forgot With Conscience these have an Eternal strife And Curse the vain delusive Dreams of Life With torment now their crimes read o're and o're And waking see they did but Dream before Too late and than too late what Plague is worse They see their folly and themselves they Curse They Curse themselves because they did believe And doubtly Curse those who did them deceive When to the fatal Scaffold I was brought I said and did what I was bid and laught Tho' Conscience said I did not what I ought Stoutly the Guilt as I was bid deny'd And for the Cause I Rome's great Martyr dy'd I that Religion then esteemed good And gladly would have seal'd it with my Blood Because I then no better understood Let not the World to vain delusions flye I did for Treason not Religion dye Tho' on the Scaffold I would not confess My Ghost alas too late can do no less Let all Complotters warning take by me The World we may delude but God doth see Tho' what we did should never come to light It can't be hid from the Almighty's sight Give God the Glory and confess your Crime Confess your horrid Treason while you 've time Publick Confession shews you do Repent And is the best way to grow Innocent I see too late I have been led astray And by Error far from Truth was led away For that Religion never can be good That would erect it self by Humane Blood I pin'd my self upon anothers sleeve And blindly I did as the Church believe What my delusive Guides did bid me do That I believ'd was Holy Just and True With Zeal I acted and hop'd for Applause Of Men and Heaven in so good a Cause But Oh! I sigh and now my Airy Ghost Shivers to think what Blessings I have lost The broadway to Destruction then I took And Vertues Road my blinded Zeal mistook But you my Friends who yet are left behind Now to your selves and to your Souls be kind Open her Eyes and be no longer blind Pry my sad End do you your Errors find Confess your Crimes before it be too late Confess confess before you yield to Fate Before from Life and from the World you go Before that you descend to Shades below Before your Souls taste of Eternal Woe Truth cannot Dye it stronger is than Death Remains when Mortals have resign'd their breath To amazed Souls with Conscience she appears To aggravate and to encrease their fears Confess her while you live though drawn to Sin Repentance with Confession doth begin Believe no longer that accursed Brood Who on the Necks of Kings have proudly trod Nor him who thinks himself an Earthly God Those Hectoring Jesuits who so Zealous be Who think to Rule the World by Policy Who to the Gallows seem with joy to come To be the Martyrs and the Raints of Rome When Life is fled and they are gon from hence In tumbling down are waked into Sense Where all amaz'd and wondring where they 've bin They howl and cry and wish to Dye agin Beware I say be fool'd no longer here For Rhadamanthus is a Judge severe Hark! I am call'd I must descend below But let me Prophesie before I go See the bright Star● which o're your Heads doth shine I can as well as Gadbury Divine What the bright stream of Radient Light doth mean Which every Night so frequently is seen Hear me O Rome though in your Cause I dy'd Nigh is the setting of your Pomp and Pride That Star doth shew that day is near at hand That Rome no longer shall the world command And many Years it hath not now to stand By that bright stream which still points to the East The Everlasting Gospel's Light 's exprest Which just is breaking forth and doth bespeak That its most Glorious Day 's about to break When Peace and Truth and Righteousness shall stand Everlasting Pillars set in every Land And Christ in Power alone the world command Then shall the world shine with Eternal Glory And Perhaps may then leave PVRGATORY The Ghosts of Edward Fitz Harris and Oliver Plunket who were Executed at Tyburn for High Treason c. Fitz Harirs I Groan and Languish to Relate My Countries present Case and State Which now lies under pressures great I have been in my time a Thing That would have done ought 'gainst the King Whereby I Popery in might bring I Boggled not Shams to devise Whereby to charge upon with Lies The Presbyterians Plotting Guise Tho' they in Truth for ought I knew Had naught under design or view But what was Loyal Just and True In order this Sham-Plot to vent I a damn'd Libell did invent 'gainst both the King and Government Plunket Tush Fellow Martyr Tush I say You do what misbecomes your way Rome's Plottings if you do betray For what Man ever think you got A Pardon for being in the Plot That to the last deny'd it not Or ever heard you was there one That was o' th Roman Church a Son But went on as he had begun D' ye think you ever sav'd shall be If you retract not what you say And Holy Church don't justifie I as a Priest pronounce you damn'd You shall be into Hell now Cram'd If you persist in things forenam'd And there in endless Torments lye Whilst all our Rogueries I deny And thereby into Heaven fly Fitz. If Heaven Sir you think to win By persevering in known Sin You will I doubt fall into th' Gin. For if one Crime that unrepented Be damnable how you 've prevented Your Fate I know not but contented Am that you should a Papist dye And so by telling many a lye To Heav'n reach but I Poor I Will make a free and true discov'ry Of what I know at large or by Of this vile Plot which I decry ●ost Heartily confessing that 〈◊〉 truly sorry am for what ●●ve done t' advance the Romish Plot. ●or now at last I plainly see ●omes Religion's damn'd Heresie ●ept up and carryed on by Cursed Cruelty ●or else how comes it pray about Our Friends to 'th Cause have been so stout Toth ' very last to brave it out 〈◊〉 wonder how you durst presume God's Sacred Name in Mouth t'assume To justifie your Lyes and Rome And thereby weakly to keep up The Credit of your damn'd Pope Tho 't cost you Hell for 't and a Rope I do confess I justly dye For serving you and Popery In Villanies I Blush to say My Judges freely I forgive Being one no way deserv'd to Live No nor the grace of a Reprieve 'T was favour great indeed I think For th' King to give me on the brink Of my sad Fate time e're I sink Wherein I reconcil'd might be To the enraged Diety For Crimes against His Majesty And might my Countries danger tell And