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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	blood_n	heart_n	spirit_n	1,476	5	5.3856	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A47607	Sion in distress, or, The groans of the Protestant Chruch [sic]	Keach, Benjamin, 1640-1704.	1681 (1681)	Wing K87; ESTC R27452	55,221	137

charg'd ●y Bolder Foes my sorrows are enlarg'd 〈◊〉 hellish Tribe from black Avernus flew ●hat Bloodhound-like me and my Lambs pursue Lord JESUS come O let my Cries invoke Thy sacred Presence to divert the stroke Are all my Friends withdrawn what is there non Steps in to ease me of my grievous moan Sion's Friend WHat doleful noise salutes my wondring Ear What grief-expressing Note is that I hear Methinks the Accent of this Dismal Cry Bespeaks some one in great extremity The shrilness of the mournful Voice bespeaks A Womans loud and unregarded shrieks The more her deep and piercing sobs I heed The more my Heart in sympathy does bleed Ah! who can find her out who can make known The Author of this Heart-relenting Moan Doubtless though Grief now seizes thous upon her She is a Lady of high Birth and Honour Of Royal Stem extracted from Above Nurs'd in the Chambers of the Fathers Love Espoused to a most Illustrious Prince Who over all has Just Preheminence Monarch of Monarchs Sion Is it Thou O mourn my soul O let my Spirit bow Let all that love the Bridegroom sigh for grief For Sion weeps as one past all Relief But why O Sion since th● art belov'd Of Heavens Supream art thou so sadly mov'd Thy Arms expanded thus implore the Skies Thy streaming Rivulets flow from thine eies ●●is makes me wonder Sion MY forlorn Estate 〈◊〉 poor unpitty'd mean and desolate ●ong have wander'd in the Wilderness ●volv'd in trouble kept in sore Distress 〈◊〉 Caves absconding from the horrid Rage ●f Savage Beasts until this later Age 〈◊〉 made Attempts to look a little Out ●he Monster spy'd me and does search about ●he Roaring Bloud-Hounds greedy on the scent ●o kill or drive me back again are bent ●o Interval of Peace no Rest they give ●●onounce me cursed and not fit to live 〈◊〉 Dragon fell combined with the Beast ●o gore my Sides and spoil my Interest ●h ' old Lion Lionness and Lions Whelp ●ith dreadful Jaws the other Beasts do help ●●gs Bulls and Foxes Bears and Wolves agree ●o rend to tear and make a spoil of me ●hat have been so delicately bred 〈◊〉 Children at a Royal Table fed ●n how expos'd to the Infernal Spite 〈◊〉 such as do in Fire and Blood delight ●ots hatch'd in Hell and Rome that black design 〈…〉 a Monarch and to undermine Our Ancient Laws subvert Religion and Bow England's Neck to Antichrists command Were but Preludiums to that dismal Vrn As martyr'd heaps in flaming Smithfield burn Design'd for Protestants and all the Rest Who hate Romes Idol th' Image of the Beast I am the Mark the Monsters aim at All Their grand designs were to contrive my fall If Friends or others any Favours show They straight conspire to work their Overthrow Ah vile Conspiracy Ah cursed PLOT So deeply laid How canst thou be Forgot Hells grand Intreagues ne'er introduc'd a Brat Into the World so horrible as that Since Rome the western cheated Monarchs rid A Rampant WHORE the horned Beast bestrid Disgorging Plots employing hellish Actors May all our Off-spring Exeerate such Factors Sion forlorn How very few regard Thy cries tears mens hearts are grown so hard In Restless Hurries tost with every wind No Ease no Peace no Comfort can I find The horrid Aspect of these Monsters do Affright my Children some they worry too On Some they seiz like greedy Beasts of prey And to their Dens the Sacrifice convey Renowned GODFREY whose immortal glory Mastyr'd for me shall ever live in Story Let every Loyal Eye that sees it there Yield to his Name the Tribute of a Tour. Brave Soul Thy Love and Loyalty do claim That King and People should proclaim thy Name As England's Victim ne'er to be forgot Fast'ning on Rome an everlasting Blot The Great Jehovah who is onely Wise Permits thy Fall as a sweet Sacrifice Thy Barb'rous Murder has made clearly out That Plot which none but Infidels can doubt Those bloody Varlets black Assassinates Curs'd Executioners of Rome's Debates Drunk with Infernal Cruelty made Thee A Specimen of England's Tragedy By Thee we learn what Courtesie to hope From Romish Butchers Vassals to the Pope Thou led'st the Van first fell into the Trap From whence they say no Protestant shall ' scape Pure Innocence Trapann'd amongst them came Without suspicion like a harmless Lamb Whilst they like hungry Tygers ready stood T'embrue their Tallons in thy guiltless Blood Thou little thought'st such an Infernal Snare Had been thus laid to trap Thee unaware 'T is strange say some what Reason should engage Them to make Thee the Object of their Rage The Cause was thus The Babylonish Whore Big with a Bastard long'd as heretofore 〈◊〉 Christian Blood her Favourites made haste ●a her great need to help her to a Taste Of choicest Liquors this she calls the first To chear her linking heart and quench her thirst Fearing Miscarriage when her Spirits faint She drinks the hearts Blood of some Martyr'd Saint Then Horse-leech more insatiable she cries Give give me that or nothing will suffice My Craving Paunch my pleasure must be done This Heretick was a Pragmatick One He knew my Secret Clubs and would Reveal My Tragick Plots We must prevent his Zeal We 'll Strangle Him before He gives a glimpse Of our Designs or Countermines our Imps. Ah Brutish Whore of Cannibals the worse This bloody Draught has brought an endless Curse On thee And lasting Calendars we see Records this Instance of thy Cruelty This Loyal Knight ne'er injur'd you but stood Discharging Justice for his Countreys Good Will nought but Blood of Protestants give ease Or quench your thirst What mischievous Disease Infects your Bowels Must your Chruches Food Be flesh of Saints Your mornings-draught their blood Fellonious Strumpet Must you be so bold To steal by night into your Neighbours Fold Seiz on my Lambs Thy Theft and Cruelty As well as Murder shall revenged be But since He 's gone and Justice does pursue With eager steps th' Assassinating Crew We 'll acquiesce For Heaven seems to call For Tears Cessation at his Funeral Let Christians offer through the Universe Whole H●catombs upon his bleeding Herse And could their Tears increase into a Flood 'T were no excess So much I prize his Blood But other grounds of Grief are in mine Eye Which cause my Sorrows to advance so high That my o'er-burthen'd Heart can scarce express The nature of my Inward Heaviness Sion's Friend SIon Thy sad and bitter Lamentation Does move my very Soul unto Compassion But say what Cause does aggravate your Fears And thus provokes to further Cries and Tears Sion IF that my Head were Waters and each Eye A brim-full Fountain I could drein 'em dry I 'm steep'd in brackissh Floods nay almost drownd To see how Sin does ev'ry where abound Where e'er I am I nought can see or hear But that which doth my Soul in pieces tear It breaks my heart that England thus should