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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	body_n	nature_n	soul_n	2,893	5	5.2542	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A61486	Norfolk drollery, or, A compleat collection of the newest songs, jovial poems, and catches, &c. by the author, M. Stevenson.	Stevenson, Matthew, fl. 1654-1685.	1673 (1673)	Wing S5503; ESTC R14222	44,154	142

The Day is past why Landlord where 's your rent Cou'd you not see the Day is almost spent Had you but kept the Watch we 'l I suppose 'T was no hard thing to know how the Day goes Day sold and pawn'd and put off what he might Though it were ne'er so dark Day wou'd be light That he away with so much Rent should get Though Day were light 't was no light matter yet You had one Day a Tenant and wou'd fain Your Eyes might one day see that Day again No Landlord no you now may truly say And to your Cost too you have lost a Day By twy-light Day is neither Day nor Night What then 'twixt both he 's an Hermaphrodite Day is departed in a Mist I fear For Day is broke yet does not Day appear His pale-face now does Day in Owl-light shrowd Truth is at present Day 's under a Cloud If you wou'd meet with Day you must be wiser And up betimes for Day 's an early riser Broad Day is early up but you begin To rouze and then broad Day is shutting in From Sun to Sun are the set-times of Pay But you should have been up by break of Day Yet if you had you had got nothing by 't For Day was Cunning and broke over Night Day like a Candle is gone out and where None knows except to th' other Hemisphear You must go look the Day with Candle light This Day was sure begotten in the Night The Lanthorn-looker if he now began Might find the Day but scarce the honest man Well Day farewel be 't spoke to thy small praise There 's little honesty found now a Day 's In vain you do your self this trouble give You 'l never make an even day while you live And yet who trusted him for any Summe Might have their mony if the Day were come And when will that be when the Devil 's blind You will this Day at the Greek Calends find For it the Sun does hang behind the Change If you can find the Day before 't is strange Then to the Tavern Landlord let 's away Cheat up your heart hang 't 't is a broken Day And for your Rent never thus Rent your Soul E're long you 'l see Day at a little hole Look at the Counter when you go that way Early enough and you 'l see peep of Day But how now Landlord what 's the matter pray What can't you sleep you do so long for Day Have you a mind Sir to arrest the Day There 's no such Serjeant as a Joshua Why Landlord Is the Quarter out I pray That you keep such a quarter for the Day Put off your passion pray true 't is a Summe But don 't you know that a Pay-day will come I 'le warrant you do you but banish sorrow My life for yours Day comes again to morrow Phosphore redde Die●s To T. B. Esq wanting a Son and Heir and upon his two fair Daughters YOu have the Morning and the Evening Star To whom except each other none compare And what in all Men adoration moves Fairer than Virgin-Snow or Venus Doves Whom Nature in her Silver-mantle wraps A pair of Pendants for a pair of Paps So sweet so pure as if they did commence Whiteness it self even by reflection thence Had Paris been so blest to see their Eyes The Queen of Beauty must have mist her Prize But Sir you want and wish I know a Son An Heir of Elsing-Hall entail'd on One. I wish it too so that prodigious Tree The wonder of the World should Bondfires be I hope it shall that those auspicious fires May put a Period to your just desires And more than that cou'd I once see that Boy I 'd burn my Cap a sacrifice to Joy Spain I have heard whose judgment 's not the worst Have blest the Womb op'd by a Female first And by experience say it does fore run The joyful Omen of a prosperous Son Do you the like great joys come by degrees And take your Daughters from Heaven's hostages They led the way and for a Son left room There 's no despairing of a pregnant Womb. At least your Daughters this may promise you Instead of one Son they 'l present you two And you for ought I know without Male-Heir May be as happy in a Sex more fair An ELEGY on the Reverend John Crofts D. D. and Deane of Norwich HEre let his Reverend Dust in silence sleep I cou'd add rears were 't not a sin to weep Which Heathens wo'nt what else in grief should we But doubt or Envy his Felicity Death as in duty came and snuff'd the light As who shou'd say to make it shine more bright As to the shutting in of Nature's day His Evening Red was but his Morning Grey The Elements disputed Deaths controul Nature was loath to part with such a Soul As to his quality he doubly owes But which to Birth or Breeding more who knows The first has him among the great ones reckon'd And in the second he to none was second But some have troubled at his passion been Why shou'd they so a Fly will have her spleen He cou'd be angry and who lives but can For cou'd he not he shou'd be less than Man True he was hasty at some cross event But was again as hasty to repent And be his choler at the worst believ'd Whom his right hand deprest his left reliev'd His strictness at the Churches Gates did well No Gates stand always ope but those of Hell And since the Lord his Vineyard did restore 'T was Zeal not choler to keep out the Bore Should I forbear a Trophy here to raise him With Reverence to the Text his works wou'd praise Him Impartial Eyes survey what he has done And you 'l not say Church-work went slowly on Whose Elegy each grateful Stone presents From th' humble Base to th' highest Battlements Others themselves wrap up in lasting Lead But he wrapt up the Church in his own stead Whose Pinacle he rear'd so high it even Climes up the Clouds to reach his alms to heaven Upon whose Top St. Peter may behold His Monitor in Characters of Gold Not but in this others pretend a share But the Dead challenge what the living spare Now then for Epitaph this let him take Here lies the Temples great Jehoz adack Who for the Sums he to repair it spent Has the whole Church to be his Monument An ELEGY upon a Reverend Divine Buryed in the Ruines of his Church SO falls a Star when it deludes our sight For look but up you 'l see it still shine bright What fell was Earth which all its substance spent Subsided to its proper Element Such was our friend of whom we are bereaven A composition made of Earth and Heaven Heaven challeng'd his immortal Soul and then The Elements took what they gave agen He 's now at 's Father's house his ever home Whither at last his Body too shall come Where he the Company of

Angels keeps Whilst weary Nature in her Causes sleeps Not that his part diviner does forsake it But lets it rest till the last Trump awake it Then he will come in the Angelick shore And put it on that put it off before 〈◊〉 as he left it a poor lump of Clay No but as bright and glorious as the Day Refin'd from all that drossie is and soul And now Immortal as his heaven-born soul. Then what embracings what a heavenly greeting 〈◊〉 it is Heaven it self to see the Meeting Then shall they meet never to part at all And rise again never again to fall ●ll this consider'd rightly I may well ●●d truly say he rather rose than fell Howe'er according to the Apostles word 〈◊〉 now is blest because dead in the Lord. ●e from his labours rests and his Works do ●●h follow him and stay behind him too Tho being dead yet speaketh In the Night 〈◊〉 Ignorance he left a Paper light ●hich we still ●eep though of himself bereaven ●nd are his Heirs to make us Heirs of Heaven Thus as his Heaven-born Soul her Earth declines He plays the Glo-worm and in darkness shines Thus like a Taper burning Heavenly bright He spent himself in giving others light God's fight he fought o'recame the fatal Three Which Christians call the common Enemy He kept the Faith his ever trusty Shield And more than Conqueror marcht off the Field 'T is not in Rhetorick an applause to lend him Say but what 's true and you then most commend him His Church and he as if agreed by either Fell in a manner I may say together Where long he preacht until put out by Men But Death was kind and put him in agen There his Remains are treasur'd up content To take her Ruines for his Monument Vpon the Reverend Herbert Ashley LL. B. Elected Dean of Norwich from many Rivals THe Racers mounted with Day-breaking Phosphor Hard did they ride though not ride on and prosper Some to the place suspicious of their Right As if they meant to steal it went by Night Thus whipt and spur'd the Rivals at those rates Their very Horses looke like Candidates Whilst Reverend Ashley with a sober pace Went gravely on and came off with a Grace Nobly presented to his Prince's view By the most Reverend and right Reverend too I might Right Honorable add too where Northampton carry'd it from Darby clear And happy was it for Christ-Church if I may say't● Has been too truly Militant of late But now those animosities shall cease And Janus Temple give a sign of Peace Joy to themselves and us to see 'um so In Order to the God of Order go Heaven and his Majesty has in this choice Made your glad Walls of Syon to rejoyce Wellfare their holy Father-hoods for you Want but one step to be a Father too Your name even prophesies of its own accord Herbert or Ashley which you please 't is Lord. Vpon the Famous Sun Tavern behind the Exchange BEhind I 'le ne'er believ 't you may as soon Perswade me that the Sun stands behind noon We shou'd be then more than Cymmerian blind If the World's Eye the Sun should stand behind Nay rather than Heaven's Lamp should so estrange His proper sight the Change it self must change Gresham must face about under the Rose The Kings themselves must go as the Sun goes Yet notwithstanding what is here exprest I am a Brownist as to East or West What time the Peers did the Sun's rising stay He found it first lookt the contrary way Cornhill may in her south-side still take pride But where the Sun is there 's the warmer side Yet some Astrologers they say maintain Three Suns late set will never rise again Three Meteors rather if they were three Suns Suns guided sure by giddy Phaetons But Noble Wadlow this a Palace is A Superstructure on a Base of Bliss When thy transcendant Arch I 'm passing through Me thinks in Tryumph I to Tavern go To Tavern said I recall it No Me thinks I rather to a Temple go Where the great Room and who would judg it less A Church is and the rest Chappels of ease At least a Presence fit to entertain As once thy Predecessor Kings again So pompous so pyramidal as if It wou'd on tiptoes checkmate Tenariff Such are the All-magnificent contrives Wolsie can ne'er be dead whilst Wadlow lives The Turky-work about the Dyning-Room Wou'd make a Sultan think himself at home The Chimny-Piece does Modern Art surpass No hand can do the like but Phidias Pictures so queint so to the Life excell You wou'd not think 'um hang'd they look so well Cathedral Windows carry there the Bay Where many quarrels are but not a fray I need no story of the Hangings tell Arras it self 's sufficient Chronicle Here every Chamber has an Aquaeduct As if the Sun had Fire for Water truckt Water as 't were exhal'd up to Heavens shrouds To cool the Cups and Glasses in the Clouds Which having done from the Coelestial Towers Like Jove himself you send it down in showers For Gold and Silver Brass and Pewter Iron A Mine of each seems the whole house t' environ Latin and Lead and what not All agree Here the Seven Planets keep their Heptarchie But to the Cellar now that happy Port Where Bacchus in the Arches keeps his Court No more of the Exchange Let People talk Here 's the High German French and Spanish walk In this low Country is high Country Wine Here 's your old mellow Malaga Muscadine Canary Florence and Medera's here Or in a word here is Wine with one Eare. What shall I say in vain I further write Here 's all that 's Rare that 's Racy Rich Right● Such choice of choices none amiss can call ' Twou'd almost fudle me to name 'um all But that 's a task no Poet can fulfill Except he write with a Canary quill Thus thus the Sun as with invisible Ropes Draws all the Change and makes 'um Heliotropes You 'd think to see the Crouds that thither run A Man in Pauls were but a Moat i' th' Sun Regia Solis ibi sublimibus alta columnis Clara micante auro est Vpon a Silver Box presented to His Mistriss with this Paper in It. A Box and nothing else were to address My Self unto You but in emptiness I therefore thought convenient to impart This Paper as the Picture of my heart Think it Pandora's Box for I wou'd here All that is pure or precious should appear Here are no Rings or Rubies in it but What 's fairer there a faithful heart is put A love shall last and all esteem surmount When Pearls like Pebles turn to no account Nor brings it Civet what alas is that The Excrement of an outlandish Cat. 'T is no Tobacco Box whose Indian smoke Should your pure Nostrils like a Chimny choke No To send such a Box to thee my dear Another Box might well become my Ear. But here 's a choice