Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	child_n	love_n	love_v	1,580	5	6.8174	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03168	A dialogue conteinyng the nomber in effect of all the prouerbes in the englishe tongue compacte in a matter concernyng two maner of mariages, made and set foorth by Iohn̄ Heywood.	Heywood, John, 1497?-1580?	1546 (1546)	STC 13291; ESTC S106104	47,672	94

rose on your right syde here ryght And might haue gon further and haue faren wurs I wote well I might quoth he for the purs But ye be a baby of Belsabubs bowre Content ye quoth she take the swete with the sowre Fancy may boult bran and make ye take it flowre It will not be quoth he shulde I dy this houre While this fayre flowre flourisheth thus in myne iye Yes it might quoth she and here this reason why Snowe is white and euery man lets it lye And lieth in the dike and euery man lets it lye Pepper is blacke And euery man doth it bye And hath a good smacke And euery man doth it bye Mylke quoth he is white but all men know it good meate And lyeth not in the dyke but all men know it good meate Inke is all blacke No man will it drynke nor eate And hath an yll smacke No man will it drynke nor eate Thy ryme quoth he is muche elder than myne But myne beyng newer is trewer than thyne Thou likenest now for a vayne auauntage White snow to fayre youth black pepper to foule age Whiche are placed out of place here by rood Black ynke is as yl meate as black pepper is good And white mylke as good meat as white snow is yll But a milk snow whit smoth yōg skin who chāge wil For a pepper ynke blacke rough olde riueld face Though chaunge be no robbry for the changed case Yet shall that chaunge rob the changer of his wyt For who this case sercheth shall soone see in yt That as well agreeth thy comparison in these As a lyke to compare in taste chalke and chese Or a like in colour to deme ynke and chalke Walk drab walke Nay quoth she walk knaue walk Saieth that terme How be it syr I saie not so And best we laie a strawe here and euen there who Orels this geare wyll brede a pad in the strawe If ye hale this waie I will an other waie drawe Here is god in thambry quoth I Quoth he naie Here is the deuill in thorologe ye maie saie Sens this quoth I rather brīgeth bale than boote Wrap it in the clothe and treade it vnder foote Ye harpe on the stryng that giueth no melody Your tongs ron before your wits by seynt Antony Mark ye how she hitteth me on the thūbs quoth he And ye taunt me tyt ouer thumb quoth she Sens tyt for tat quoth I on euen hand is set Set the hares head agaynst the goose ieblet She is quoth he bent to fo rs you perfors To know that the grey mare is the better hors She chopth logyk to put me to my clargy She hath one poynte of a good hauke she is hardy But wyfe the first poynte of hawkyng is holde fast And holde ye fast I red you lest ye be cast In your own tourne Nay she will tourne the leafe And rather quoth I take as falth in the sheafe At your hands and let fall her hold than be to bold Nay I will spit in my hands and take better hold He quoth she that will be angry without cause Muste be at one without amends by sage sawes Treade a worme on the tayle it must turne agayne He taketh pepper in the nose that I complayne Vpon his fautes my selfe beyng fautlesse But that shall not stop my mouth ye maie well gesse Well quoth I to muche of one thyng is not good Leaue of this Be it quoth he falle we to our food But suffrance is no quittance in this dayment No quoth she nor mysrecknyng is no paiement But euen recknyng maketh long freends my freend For alwaie owne is owne at the recknyngs eend This recknyng thus reckned and dyner ons doone We three from theim twayn departed very soone ¶ The fyfte chapiter THis olde woman the next daie after this nyght Stale home to me secretely as she myght To talke with me in secret counsell she sayed Of thyngs whiche in no wyse myght be bewrayed We twayne are one to many quoth I for men saie Three maie keepe a counsell if two be awaie But all that ye speake vnmete agayne to tell I will saie nought but mum and mum is counsell Well than quoth she herein auoydyng all feares Auoyd your children smal pitchers haue wide eares Whiche done she saied I haue a husband ye know Whom I made of nought as the thīg self doth show And for these two causes onely hym I tooke Fyrst that he for my loue shulde louyngly looke In all kyndes of cause that loue ingender myght To loue and cheryshe me by daie and by nyght Secondly the substance whiche I to hym brought He rather should augment than bryng to nought But now my good shall bothe be spent ye shall see And it in spendyng soole instrument shall bee Of my distruction by spendyng it on suche As shall make hym distroie me I feare this muche He maketh hauok and setteth cocke on the hoope He is so laueis the stocke begynneth to droope And as for gayne is deade and laied in tumbe Whan he should get ought eche fynger is a thumbe Eche of his ioyntes agaynst other iustles As handsomly as a beare picketh muscles He maketh his martes with marchantes lykely To bryng a shillyng to nyne pence quickely Flattryng knaues queans a sort beyond the mark Hang on his sleue many hands make light wark If he holde on a whyle as he begyns We shall se hym proue a marchant of eele skyns A marchaunt without either money or ware But all be bugs words that I speake to spare Better spare at brym than at bottom saie I Euer spare and euer bare saieth he by and by Spend god shall sende saith he saith thold balet What sendth he saie I a staffe and a wallet Than vp goth his staffe to sende me a loufe He is at thre words vp in the house roufe He hath a nest of chekyns whiche he dothe brood That wil sure make his heare grow thorow his hood And herein to grow quoth she to conclusyon I pray your ayde to auoyd this confusion And for counsell herein I thought to haue gon To that cunnyng man our curate sir Iohn̄ But this kept me back I haue herd now and then The greattest clerks be not all the wisest men I thynk quoth I who euer that terme began Was neither great clerke nor the greatest wise man In your rennyng from hym to me ye roon Out of gods blissyng in to the warme soon Where the blind ledth the blinde both fall in the dike And blinde be we both if we thynke vs his lyke Folke show muche foly whan thyngs shuld be sped To ren to the foote that may go to the hed Syns he best can and most ought to do it I feare not but he will if ye will woo it There is one let quoth she mo then I spake on My husband and he be so great that the ton Can not pisse but the tother must let a