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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	call_v	justice_n	law_n	1,418	5	4.5140	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A01850	The Leuites reuenge containing poeticall meditations vpon the 19. and 20. chapters of Iudges. By R. Gomersall.	Gomersall, Robert, 1602-1646?; Cecil, Thomas, fl. 1630, engraver.	1628 (1628)	STC 11992; ESTC S103307	48,499	98

root out all debate And they might then most loue who now most hate The most sworne foes for shew me where is he VVould seeke Reuenge without an Iniury A wrong receiu'd or thought one then no need But to deny to excuse the deed Why is Defence O what doe they intend Who iustifie those acts which they should mend O Pride O folly O extreame disease O Fact which he condemnes who practises Who in his soule confesseth he offends And yet doubles his guilt when he not ends Great crimes find greater patrons impudence Followes each fault to make vs thinke that sense Hath fled vs with our Vertue and that men By such an hardnesse are turn'd stones agen So wifes of Entertainment who doe know More then one Husband in the publicke shew As vertuous as the best whilst vndescry'd Whilst they haue this good left that they will hide And veile ore their offences but if once Either their husbands iust suspicions Or their security betray their fact No more doe blush to answere then to act As if 't were meritorious and so did Appeare no sinne no longer then 't was hid Why should the bad be bold why should there be Audaciousnesse ioyn'd to impiety Whence is this daring Sinne was child to Night How dares he then approach and blast the light How dares he stand th'examining and try If men can find out his deformity I haue the reason we are flatterers all And to our selues the most if any fall Into grosse errors still he thinkes hee 's free And Pride supplies the place of honesty He thinkes t is good to haue a vertuous name And cares not for the goodnesse but the fame Which makes the Beniamites reply we'admire To say no more at your so strange desire And at the craft on't most that you pretend Loue and aduice when you subiection send Are we so stupid and so senslesse growne As to be thought not fit to rule our owne Beniamin was the yongest we confesse Of Iacobs sonnes and yet a sonne no lesse Then Leuy or proud Iudah he that gaue Life to each Tribe intended none a slaue Nor shall you make vs. But you le say that you Out of a generall loue to goodnesse sue For iustice ' gainst her Enemies T is poore If what we would we cannot couer o're With specious pretences t is an ill Physitians part so to betray his pill That children may perceiue it want of dresse And chuse disease before seene bitternesse But let me tell you who so ere do's deale In the affaires of a strange common-weale Is tyrannous or mad he would be knowne Either anothers Lord or 's not his owne Yet what is 't your graue Masters doe aduice Our sleepy Councell of whose duller Eyes See onely open vices we haue heard The Leuite and his Concubine we feard You 'd haue vs punish him then you relate That comming vnto Gibeah something late And willing to depart the earlier thence He found his Chast one dead O dire offence She had the punishment she deseru'd and iust It was that who had liu'd should dye by Lust And yet for feare Leuites in time to come Might want such easie fauourites and some Would leaue their courteous trade if there be found No cure no remedy for such a wound We are content to be seuere but then We doe expect you name those guilty men Out 's the more hard and thanklesse task I trow For we will punish those whom you but show These mockes doe whet the Isra'elites so farre Nothing remaines now but a ciuill warre Now all the Tribes haue vnto Mispah ran With such consent you 'd thinke they were one man If warre had euer reason or if men Had ere authority to kill others then Certainely these in so diuine a cause T was not the peoples quarrell but the Lawes Here no ambition no vntam'd desire Of Principalitie of growing higher Put on these Armes nor was it fault enough That Beniamin was rich to raise these rough Spirits of Mars nor is 't a true surmise That priuate wrongs did cause these Enemies These fight the battel of the Lord herein Iustice on one side fights on th' other Sinne So that in height of blood heat of the warres They rather Iudges are then Souldiers The Israelites if they now spare are shent The more they kill the more they 're innocent Our Age makes vs againe these actions see An Age of warre though not of victory For 't is not victory to winne the Field Vnlesse we make our Enemies to yeeld More to our Iustice then our Force and so As well instruct as ouercome our Foe Call you that Conquest or a Theft of State When in a Stranger region of late The Eagle built his nest hauing expell'd Vpon a meere pretence that he rebell'd The former Ayry for no other cause But that his bill was strong and sharpe his clawes To see the malice and the power of hate That made eu'n the Elector Reprobate When Caesar did not sticke nor blush to doe What they detested who aduis'd him too When that all lawes their ancient force might loose He made a Choyce of him that was to Choose Now all occasions can perswade to sight When Power is misinterpreted for Right There is a Lust of killing men so great Riuers of bloud can scarce asswage the heat Our liues are cheaper then the liues of beasts Then those whose very being is for feasts Who haue no vse but for the throat hard plight Anger not kills them but our appetite If we haue eaten once we spare and then If we are full are kind but to kill men We haue a lasting appetite shedding blood Our famine is increas'd eu'n by our food Such Erisichthons are we they that haue Vnlimited desires Death and the Graue But shadow this affection and to it Compar'd the Horse-leach wants an Appetite It may be weighing mans high faculties Which make him claime a kinred with the skies They seeme to doubt of his mortality And onely striue to know if he can dye Nor doe they care on what pretence lest ought Should make their crime the lesse no reason 's sought To mitigate their fault and they are thus So farre from good they scarce are cautelous But 't is a sore will fester if you touch Away my Muse sometime a truth 's too much For Honour or for safety he alone Prospers who flatters But if any one Shall aske a Probabilitie for this How such a multitude such a swarme is Assembled of the Israelites for then There met at once foure hundred thousand men Against their brother Beniamin whilst yet They had not dispossest the Canaanite There was a mixture not a Conquest made How durst they then so foolishly inuade Their brethrens Countrey when they left their owne Subiect to imminent destruction Or when was this inuasion made To me The Number hath a more Facility For credit then the Time doe we not finde That Israel wanting Iudges was assignde