Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	believe_v	lie_n	truth_n	1,698	5	6.1293	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A52243	Newes out of the west, or, The character of a mountebank being a discourse betweene Hodge Leather-Pelch, and Tym Hob-Nayle, Sir Harry-Hart-Hole their land-lord, and his friend Sir Clement Councell : also of their travels from Taunton to London, their arrivall at their physitians pallace, the description of it, his sick and brain-sick followers, person and family, with a full relation of the medicines hee commonly administers, their operation and danger represented by them : also a relation of their abuses now suffered and fomented by authority, with a remedy set down, to the encouragement of physitians, illustration of the honour'd art and generall good of the Re-publicque / by a well willer to physick and chirurgerie and deplorer of the now too common neglect of them.	Well willer to physick and chirurgerie and deplorer of the now too common neglect of them.	1647 (1647)	Wing N1036A; ESTC R12979	19,150	33

if a troope o Horse had been Routed e ' my crop a noose choke him che had a Trooper out o' my pocket for 't Hodg. A sed che must have a racke o' Mutton to make broth but a set Tym on such a wracke that che was faine to eate the Porridge they w'ud a bin cold else but Land-lord mercilesse Land-lord as you have promised mee before sufficient witnesse Tym had no more colour in 's face then J had when you told me you w'ud Rack my rent mercilesse Land-lord Tym. Then che sed I must ha a Coller for mine eyes Hodge A horse Coller 't was conjur'd into a little Glasse but Tym a sed your Trollop-powder w'ud spurge thy head but I thinke it powdered your Muggets and your Coller put you into choller I thinke it made him stampe and stare like one o your Roring boyes my Landlady brought up a dozen o' Cans and askt if the Measell were mad to knock for so much Beere when poore Tym had a Coller in 's eyes wrought as dangerously as a Halter almost Sir Clem. 'T was call'd a Collerium Tym. I good Gentleman a Colliers Thumbe che call'd it as soone as che had thrust it into my eyes it made me blubber like a great-Cow-baby and put one quite out che was e'ne bethinking my selfe of a Dog and a Bell with a begging piece o' Scripture to a howling tone That 't is a long Night that never his day or blind Besses trade of Repeating a chapter o' John with her hands in her placket and churning o' Pleas with her buttocks and miscalling the waggish striplings that mockt and slockt about her Sir Clem. Enough good Tym it growes late Sir Harry Hodg. The Song the song Land-lord pray slay and heart Sir Har. By all meanes Hodge Hodge 'T is to a new tune Land-lord of old Thomas you cannot THE SONG 1. COme come away Why make you any stay Me thinkes you doe not flock To purchase these Elixers E'n faith I doe not mock But is your sweet-hearts quick Sirs Her 's Sirrope will devour What ever 's Threatned your 2. Doe not smother The truth though sick o' th Mother Here 's in this little Pill A Bawd will surely doo 't Without the Midwife's skill Let it but once come too 't And if that you are willing It will not blench at killing 3. Or hath a touch Of the French-man too much Ceas'd on your scoling bones Or does your Griefe nor spare With midnights Gripes and Grones To Tanne the scalpe from haire Here 's in this Dulcie potion A Surgeon's boy with Lotion 4. Come make tryall Here 's in this little Vyoll An Hospitall of Cures There 's none that ever took 't Now any paine endures Or after e ' to forsook't 'T is Physick for the Gout The Stone and those look out 5. Here 's a Gelly For the Hydropicke belly The Wind and water it With power Conjures forth And Cures the Phrenzie sit It quickens the Dead birth It Cooles a babling tongue And makes a Mid-wi●e young 6. Heere is no fraud In Doctor or in Bawd The troubles of this world From persons of each Gender They sundenly have hurl'd Till Doomesday Peace they Render Fame no Accompt will have Of them but from the Grave Sir Har. Come 't is Dinner time And Sir I hope this day I shall enjoy Your company to morrow morning choose What early houre you please to take your journey We will put downe these merry Scaenes with a Fresh bowle of Sucke shall warme our appetites Unto a competent meale of homely fare I will not bee denyed Sir Clem. Sir you are Too poorefull o're mee and your Goodnesse doth Extend in bounty beyond my deservings Your liberall table is not furnisht more With excellent Vyands then your free and noble Heart is with honest wishes to your Friends Which end in faire performances and Sir That is the Crowne of all without which all Hospitality were but vilde and Counterfeit Sir Har. No more nay Hodge and Tym you are my loving Guests too The Doctor has dealt favourably with you For though your journey do's returne you shame A has left you so The Blind may lead the Lame Epigrams 1. THus Hodge and Tym how course so e're they seeme In language may for truth bee in esteeme 2. In tatters they their Dialogue have sent Abroad but why ' Cause truth still naked went 3. And though some may Conclude their tale but froth Beleev 't they are a kinne to Tom-tell-troth 4. But if they brand them with Imposturie Tell 'um from mee they give themselves the lye Though course in Tatters and but froth they may Winne without Lawyers or fat bribes the Day The End