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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	bring_v	day_n	see_v	1,438	5	3.1164	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19051	Hebdomada sacra: A weekes deuotion: or, Seuen poeticall meditations vpon the second chapter of St. Matthewes gospell. Written, by Roger Cocks.	Cocks, Roger, fl. 1630-1642.	1630 (1630)	STC 5467; ESTC S118643	39,040	84

his continent Yet we to finde him out so meane our care More slow then Snailes more lame then Cripples ar● O how shall the great care and diligence Of those condemne our sloth and negligence How should we feare since in offence we stand Equall with Iudah Gods all-powerfull hand Should throw downe vengeance on vs and our eyes ●est that faire light which now they doe despise The countrey of these Magi was the East And commonly men loue their owne soile best Yet ready prest they in obedience stand To leaue as Abraham did their natiue land When that blest Maid and Mother lost her sonne At her returne from Salem as vndone Without him who can haue so great a losse And not goe home againe by weeping crosse She sought him sorrowing ' mongst her friends kin Luke 2. But could not finde him she might there begin Her search anew Christ is not alwayes found ' Mongst kindred and acquaintance if the ground That gaue vs birth will not our Lord receiue For him we must our natiue countrey leaue Our Friends our home and stranger places greet Though our owne Jthaca be nere so sweet Thrice happy is that man which can with these Forsake his soile bannish neglect and ease Goe from the East of pleasure till he finde Ierusalem that is the peace of minde Now had the Magi found this City out Where Sion stood and walking round about Not to suruay the building or behold The stately Temple richly deckt with gold Enquire for Iudahs King her new borne King This seem'd to Jsaacs Line an vncouth thing They knew the Scepter was from Iudah gone And Herod who was now their King was one Inaugur'd by the Romanes therefore they Pos'd by this question knew not what to say But the wise men the more they found them slow To answer were the more inflam'd to know Tell vs we pray for we desire to learne Where liues this Infant King we can discerne No signe of ioy to make vs thinke him heere O then where is he we account not deare Our trauell or expence so we may gaine The long-wisht sight of Iudahs Soueraigne That he is borne we doe true tidings bring Borne yours your promis'd your expected King Borne in your Countrey what we speake we know What we haue seene we willingly will show We haue his starre seene whose vnusuall light Shone in our easterne climate and made night Excell the day in beauty There 's no cause You should suspect we come to breake your Lawes Or to inuade your Kingdome for we bring No armed troupes to set vpon your King VVe doe not come as spies to vnderstand The fruitfulnesse and strength of this your land Our trauell is not to encrease our wealth By traffique with you or by priuate stealth To get your treasure see we bring great store Of costly spices and rich Indian Ore Vnto this royall Infant to present Which with submissiue reuerence our intent Is to lay downe before him and fallow Our selues before his footestoole for we know That more then man is in him and are come Thus farre to worship him This is the summe Of all our wishes let but your report Be our direction to this Princes Court This said they ceast but none can them resolue In their demand which doth their soules inuolue VVith a new cloud of sorrow in which plight A while I leaue them till a clearer light ●nfuse more knowledge time ere long will bring The deuout Magi to this new borne King Tuesdaies Meditation or the third Canto The Argument Herod and his the Newes appalls The King in haste a counsell calls Next to conferre in secret wise He with the Magi doth deuise BY this time same hauing new impt her wings Flies from the City to the Court and brings Newes of these mens arriuall and the end Of their intended iourney to commend Their diligence Court-Parasites will striue Like Ahimaaz and Cushi who shall thriue ● Sam. 18. Best in their expedition Princes eares Doe like their hands reach farre and tyrants feares Place Spies in euery corner whose close art Sliely insinuates into the Heart Of the abused Subiect and from thence Drawes danger on his head vnder pretence Of more then common kindenesse what he find● Sincerely spoken from plaine meaning minds He poysons in report when he it beares To his Kings greedy all-suspecting eares After this tatling goddesse once had spread This Newes abroad and buz'd into the head Of fawning Sycophants a pick-thanke tale Looke how a ship driuen with a fore-right gale Cuts through the Ocean they hie fast to court And to sterne Herod make a loud report No sooner had fame toucht the tyrants eare But that his coward bloud gaue way to feare To take possession of him that he stood Astonisht at the newes the raging floud VVhen the fierce winds impetuously doe blow And in their vnresisted fury throw The angry billowes ' gainst the sandy shore Spits not out some or doth more loudly roare Then vexed Herod who did inly burne VVhen ycie feare to fiery rage did turne Like as a siluer Current whose cleare strea●● VVhen sweetly guilded by the lightsome beame Of gold-lockt Phoebus it reflects a light Becomes a pleasant obiect to the sight But if some ruder Swaine disturbe the floud By taking in it fetching dirt and mud The water thickens and begins to looke More like a foule sinke then a christ all b●ooke So while the riuer of man's life runs cleare And Sun-like reason from his lofty spheare Guilds it with beauty 't is a precious thing Surpassing Thames and Isis or that spring VVhich fond N●rcissus in his iourney found In which the selfe-admiring Boy was drown'd But if that passion easie passage finde It soone disturbs the quiet of the minde Then the Conceit growes muddy to the brinke Like puddle bad to view but worse to drinke So stood the case with Herod and indeed Suspicious Tirants seldome better speed A panicke ●er●out takes them oftentimes VVhen none seeke to offend them but their crimes And reason good for this truth hath beene said He whom all feare of all must be afraid Seneca O heauy burthen of a Monarches crowne O Pillow stuft with thornes and not with dowlne O glorious bondage seldome blest with age O lofty building subiect to the rage Of storme and tempest O faire guilded Cup Containing poison who would take thee vp So once a Macedonianking did say Antigonus Though he should stumble on thee in the way As a faire roome at some great nuptiall feast Hung with rich Arras and each corner drest With costly furniture heere goodly plate There curious glasses all set out in state Tables well wrought with perfum'd damaske couer'd Embroder'd stooles nothing amisse or slubber'd By some rude fray of the distemper'd guest As with the Centaures at the Lapythes Feast O 〈…〉 Becomes disordered so that all the frame Nought but a Chaos you can iustly name Such a