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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	call_v	father_n	son_n	3,252	5	5.6495	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A81556	Distracted Englands lamentation, dangerously lying upon her sicke bed: with her last refuge for cure, unto the wholesome physicke of repentance and humiliation. Iuly 14. 1646. Imprimatur, Iohn Downame.		1646 (1646)	Wing D1695; Thomason E510_9; ESTC R205612	5,533	10

DISTRACTED ENGLANDS LAMENTATION Dangerously lying upon her sicke Bed With her last refuge for Cure unto the wholesome Physicke OF REPENTANCE and HUMILIATION Repent for the Kingdome of heaven is at hand Matt. 2. To end this War Weepe Fast and P●●y Iuly 14. 1646. Imprimatur Iohn Downame JULY 27. LONDON Printed for Richard Harper at the Bible and Harpe in Smithfield 1646. Distracted Englands Lamentation TO lament is a thing seasonable to all that are in misery And of all miseries Warre is the greatest for it doth most mischiefe and hath least mercy And for that cause David chose rather to fall into the hands of God then into the hands of men But of all Warre that we call Civill is the most rude mercilesse and unnaturall of which I think wee are not now to be instructed for it armeth the Father against the Son and Son against the Father One Kinsman against another and one Friend against another It bringeth desolation and confusion to a Kingdome By it all Order is broken all Laws are violated all Decency is anoulled In the time of her impious raigne Liberty gives strength to Errour Coveteousnesse uphouldeth Extortion and Ambition nourisheth Discord Vice rideth on her Foot-cloth and Vertue wayteth at the Stirrop Whatsoever listeth is lawfull what is truth and honesty doubtfull and all villany usefull it is like a Wilde Boare in a Vineyard that maketh havock of the Grapes and destroyeth the Vines Like a great wind vpon the Land that overthroweth Townes Towers and Castles It is the Be●st that with his tayle sweepeth downe the Starres from the Firmament The Land Leviathan that swalloweth and devoureth all as well th● g●●at ones as the fry It is the Varlet of that Martiall Divell that is sworne to betray his owne bloud to misery his owne Country to ruine Of which poore England who is at this present under the bloudy wings of this fatall mischiefe doth not a little nor without cause complaine in her lamentation following Have pitty on mee have pitty on mee at leastwise you that are my Freinds for the hand of my Lord hath toucht mee God has sprung the Mine of his wrath into me and wounded me with a most unnaturall civill warre which is of all other the most grievous and destructive Every day hee cutteth mee with the whetted sword of his irefull justice with the rod of his fury with the iron rod of his indignation he hath whipped mee on all sides On the East and on the West On the North and on the South I am full of stripes He has not lest a free place in me O have pluy on me By what a steepe precipic● have I fall'n downe headlong to destruction and ruine I that whilom enjoyed sweetes of peace and blessed plenty with so great quiet and security I that was so late admired of the whole World for faire and opulent Cittys For buildings of honor and antiquity For houses of liberall and hospitable entertainment For fields as fertill and profitable as delightfull For woods and forrests both beautifull and spacious For good and wholsome temper subject to no malignant influence For all manner of provision My downes were covered ore with sheepe my vallies fil'd with neate my parkes with deere my ponds with fish and the fethered game in every species abounding and multiplying Nothing that could be thought necessary either for pleasure or sustenance but I could boast of it from the liberall hand of God and nature But now the black curtaine of desolation is drawne over mee which was evicted from every Kingdom that is divided within it selfe God has let downe the visitation of his wrath upon mee because I would not know him in time of plenty Because in time of peace I would not make my peace with him therefore he hath removed that Candlestick of his blessing and hath brought in a foe that hath besieg'd mee round A Warre a Civill Warre by which I am in all things impoverisht and brought to beggery The hookes of Warre are fasten'd into my sides by which many of my fairest Townes and Edifices have beene pulled downe and demolished without regard either to honour or antiquity Yea my very Churches have beene cast downe to their first bedds and their steeples layd levell with the earth Many a good house by violence and unjust oppressions are become both inhospitable and inhabitable My fields are filled with Warres irefull confusion The greene soar● is turned into a crimson goare All fragrancy and delight converted into 〈◊〉 spectacle of horror The tillage and labour of the painfull O●…e is trampled under foo●e My forrests lie at waste My woods goe to decay by the cruell Axe of Warre that has pierced the heart of many a sound oke I have lost my temper And my very aire now is infected with malignancy There is no health nor security in mee at all The Lambe is not secure in the sold nor the bird in the nest nor the infant at the breast of the Mother My woes are beyond expression I am cast downe belowe the bose of misery I am fallen into the pitt of ruine O have pitty on mee have pitty on mee at leastwise you that are my Friends But England whom doest thou speake unto whom doost thou call upon for pitty upon Friends what Friends where are they in the Citty in the Country in the Court I must confesse all ought to be thy Friends from the highest Rulers to the meanest Subject For thou England hast beene a deare Mother unto us all Our first aire wee drewe from thee and our first milke I is a just loyallty of us all and a duty which wee all owe to love and not our thee in regard thou are our dearest Country and wee are all thine by birth right Thy King Thy State The whole Common-wealth is thine Why should not all then be thy Subjects and thy Friends why should any degenerate from his loyalty to thee or be so cruell as by sword or fire to looke and worke thy destruction Children are condemned that are unnaturall to their Parents None but vipers destroy their Mother What name then is due unto such as seeke the ruine of their Country thou hast beene our Nurse and Suckler in all our necessities and now to returne thee so much evill for good is a hard measure Wee have no reason wee are madd wee knowe not what wee doe Else wee would collect and understand that all the abuse and wrong wee doe unto our Country all the spoyle and havock wee make on her is a rape and violence committed upon our selues Wee drawe our owne bloud in drawing hers Wee cut off the brest from whence wee have our milke Wee destroy the hand hat putreth bread into our mouthes Wee ripp up and riffel the womb from whence proceedeth all our plenty and livelihood And not only to our selves is this done but also unto our Children that shall com●●fter whose curses will hang upon us in posterity Yet there