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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	bring_v	great_a	king_n	3,018	5	3.5536	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A52865	The New academy of complements erected for ladies, gentlewomen, courtiers, gentlemen, scholars, souldiers, citizens, country-men, and all persons, of what degree soever, of both sexes : stored with variety of courtly and civil complements, eloquent letters of love and friendship : with an exact collection of the newest and choicest songs à la mode, both amorous and jovial / compiled by the most refined wits of this age.	Dorset, Charles Sackville, Earl of, 1638?-1706.; Sedley, Charles, Sir, 1639?-1701.; D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668.	1669 (1669)	Wing N529; ESTC R20160	138,272	292

wholesom Tent hath ease The Box perfum'd the senses please Such is the Virgin in my eyes That lives loves marries e're she dies Like Marrow-bone was never broken Or Commendations and no Token Like a Fort and none to win it Or like the Moon and no man in it Like a School without a Teacher Or like a Pulpit and no Preacher Just such as these may she be said That lives ne'r loves but dies a maid The broken Marrow-bone is sweet The Token doth adorn the Greet There 's Triumph in the Fort being won The man rides glorious in the Moon The School is by the Teacher still'd The Pulpit by the Preacher filld Such is the Virgin in my eyes That lives loves marries e're she dies Like a Cage without a Bird Or a thing too long deferr'd Like the Gold was never tryed Or the Ground unoccupied Like a House that 's not possessed Or the Book was never pressed Just such as these may she be said That lives ne'r loves but dies a maid The Bird in Cage doth sweetly sing Due season sweetens every thing The Gold that 's try'd from dross is pur'd There 's profit in the Ground manur'd The House is by possession graced The Book well press'd is most embraced Such is the Virgin in my eyes That lives loves marries e're she dies Song 91. THe Wit hath long b●holden been Unto the Cap to keep it in Let now the Wit ●lie out amain In praise to quit the Cap again The Cap that ow● the highest part Obtain'd that place by due desert For every Cap whatever it be Is still the sign of some degree The Cap doth stand each Head can show Above the Crown the King 's below The Cap is nearer Heav'n than we A sign of greater Majesty When off the Cap we chance to take The Head and Feet obeysance make For ev'ry Cap whatever it be Is still the sign of some degree The Munmouth Cap the Saylors Thrum And that wherein the Tradesmen come The Physick Law the Cap Divine And that which crow●s the Muses Nine The Caps that fools do countenance The goodly Cap of Maintenance And ev'ry Cap c The sickly Cap both plain and wrought The Fudling Cap however bought The quilted furr'd the Velvet Satin For which so many fools learn Latin The Cruel Cap the ●ustian Fate The Perriwig a Cap of late And ev'ry Cap c. The Souldier that the Munmouth wear On Castle-tops their Ensigns rear The Sea-man with his Thrum doth stand On higher parts than all the land The Tradesmans Cap aloft is born By vantage of some say a Horn And ev●ry Cap c. The Physick Cap to dust can bring Without controul the greatest King The Lawyers Cap hath heav'nly might To make a crooked Action right Which being round and endless knows To make as endless any Cause Thus ev'ry Cap c. Both east and west both north and south Where e're the Gospel findes a mouth The Cap Divine doth thither look T is square like Scholars and their Book The rest are round but this is square To shew their heads more stable are Thus ev'ry Cap c The Mortly Cap a man may wear Which makes him f●llow for a Peer And 't is no slender part of wit To act a fool where great men fit But oh the Cap of London Town I wis 't is like a Gyants Crown Thus ev'ry Cap c. The sickly Cap not wrought with silk Is like Repentance white as milk When Hats in Church drop off in haste This never leaves the Head uncas'd The sick mans Cap that 's wrought can tell Though he be sick his state is well Thus ev'ry Cap c. The Fudling cap by Bacchus might Turns night to day and day to night It Jove-like makes proud heads to bend And lowly facts makes to asend It makes men higher than before By seeing double all their store Thus ev'ry Cap c. This rounds the world within the brain And makes a Monarch of a Swain When it is on our heads we be Compleatly Armed Cap-a-pee The fur'd and quilted Cap of Age Can make a mouldy Proverb sage Thus ev'ry Cap c. The Sattin and the Velvet Hive Unto a Bishoprick doth drive Nay when a File of Capsy are seen in A square then th●s and next a linnen This triple Cap may raise some hope If fortune smile to be a Pope Thus ev'ry Cap c. Though Fustian Caps be slender wear The head is of no better gear The Cruel Cap is knit like Hose For them whose zeal takes cold i' th Nose Whose Purity doth think it meet To cloath alike th● head and feet This Cap would fain but cannot be The onely sign of no degree The Perriwig oh that declares The rise of Flesh but fall of Hairs And none but Grandees can proceed So far in sin that this they need Before their Prince which cover'd are And onely to themselves go bare This Cap of all the Caps that be Is now the sign of high degree Song 91. CAst our Caps and Care away This is Beggars Holiday In the world look out and see Where 's so happy a King as he At the Crowning of our King Thus we ever dance and sing Wher'e 's the Nat'on lives so free And so merry as do we Be it Peace or be it War Here at liberty we are Hang all Officers we cry And the Magistrates too by We enjoy our ease and rest To the fields we are not prest When the Subsidy's encreast We are not a penny ceast Nor are call'd into the Town To be troubled with a Gown Nor will any go to law With a Beggar for a straw All which happiness he brags He doth owe unto his rags Song 93. I Lov'd a Lass a fair one As fair as e're was seen She was indeed a rare one Another Sheba Queen But fool as then I was I thought she lov'd me too But now alas sh 'as l●ft me Falero lero loo Her hair like gold did glister Each eye was like a star She did surpass her sister Which past all others far ●he would me Honey call ●he'd oh she 'd kiss me too ●ut now alas sh 'as left me Falero lero loo 〈◊〉 summer time to Medley ●y love and I would go ●he Boat-man he stood ready My Love and I to rowe For Cream there would we call For Wine and Cheese-cakes too But now alas c. Many a merry Meeting My Love and I have had She was my onely Sweeting She made my heart full glad The tears stood in her eyes Like to the Morning-dew But now alas c. And when abroad we walked As Lovers fashion is Oft as we sweetly talked The sun would steal a Kiss The winde upon her lips Likewise most sweetly blew But now alas c. Her cheeks were like the Cherry Her Skin as white as snow When she was blythe and merry She Angle-like did show Her Waste exceeding small The Fives did fit her shooe But now