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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	court_n	justice_n	law_n	3,065	5	4.7299	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A60946	Musica incantans, or, The power of music written originally in Latin by Dr. South, translated ; with a preface concerning the natural effects of musick upon the mind.	South, Robert, 1634-1716.	1700 (1700)	Wing S4737; ESTC R37974	10,069	30

Destinies Should String with Fatal Threads the warbling Lyre But if such gentle Notes can Death inspire How Dreadful then is every Tuneful Sound That can with Softness pierce and Trembling wound Then let Apollo quit his Shafts and Bow The String alone can all their force out do The Trumpet seems while MUSICK thus Destroys It self to Conquer And no wonder 't is The Lion trembles at the Cock's shrill Voice O Cruel Breath to Speak the Mortal Blow Was more than Barbarous Nero e're could do He in such Tuneful Strains his Tyrannies Might Celebrate But this Destructive Voice Ev'n in the Fatal Act it self employs If e're Empedocles had heard those Strains He ne're had perisht in th' Etnean Flames But might reverse his Fate escape the Fire And in the Watry Element expire Or had this Lyrist been a Rural Swain Thus o're the Listning Herd his Notes would gain And they 'd be forc'd into the Waves to stray By tuneful Charms And Phrixus might survey Whole Flocks of Sheep all swimming in the Sea If when the World was from the Flood retriev'd This Lyrist had the Common Fate surviv'd And for Deucalion had this Song prepar'd To sooth his Cares when He those Sounds had heard He too would hasten to the Ebbing Sea And even in th' expiring Deluge Dye Apollo thus without Celestial Fire Bold Icarus that did too high expire Might sooner plunge by his more powerful Lyre If Sounds can Kill and Notes the Sword supply Achilles when he ceas'd to war with Troy Consulting the sweet Force of Lyrick Charms Did only change not truly quit his Arms. But now Loquacious Fame the News had spread Of the strange Fatal Notes the Lyrist play'd As Eccho would those Notes reiterate She did the aggravated Crimes repeat Both of the Lyrist and his Murd'rous Strains And to the Magistrate at length complains And now a Council does himself apply With Bawling to condemn the Charms of Harmony And first he does for the great Cause prepare Then turns himself to the Tremendous Bar And thus against the Lyrist does Declare The Council against the Lyrist My Lord I move that a few things You 'd hear Before the Criminal's Voice enchants your Ear Who here stands Charg'd with a strange Murd'ring Skill In Musick 'T is no more with him to Kill Than play a Tune and thus on Land have we A Syren-Monster greater than the Sea Musick is sweet but Murder louder cries Nor with the Sounds their Crime can quickly cease And he himself by his own Words betrays While this Harmonious Art he durst profess For which we see Amphion justly fear'd And Orpheus was compell'd with Brutes to herd If Birds were thus Harmonious soon would they Ev'n to each other's Song become a Prey Now this Infernal Orpheus with his Lyre Charm'd an unhappy Youth ev'n to admire The Sea as That some Venus did contain And now ev'n sweet he thinks the Briny Main What should he do whose Sense was thus engag'd Ev'n Daedalus with such soft Notes enrag'd Had plung'd unless with Wax he 'd stopt his Ears But here with Land the Criminal Sea conspires And while the guilty Waves are stain'd with Blood They spread their Crime o're all the weeping Flood Invain they strive to Sink the Fatal Deed Which in their Blushing Face too plain we read The Watry God begins to rage and Foam That no just Punishments the Crime attone Murm'ring to see Vindictive Iustice slow But if sweet sounds can Drown I wonder how Arion o're the Sea so safely past And when the Lyrist plung'd the Youth at least His Art might there for him a Dolphin Draw But now he no Defence can make the Law Proclaims him Guilty Statutes all agree And that of Iustice is the Legal Harmony He said And all the Court with silent Fear Did of the Criminal's Answer strait dispair But 't would be strange should MUSICK silent be In its own Cause should Eccho ne'er reply The Cryer having Proclamation made The unharmonious Voice the Lyrist strait obey'd With fault'ring speech and trembling he begins And yet ev'n Musical that Trembling seems For artfully he shook as when he sung His charming Lyre o're his Left Shoulder hung While for his Life he Speaks a good Defence Which he had almost lost by Vocal Strains As Learned Gracchus when he was to plead Instructed by his Harp the Lyrist made A Various Speech The silent Court attends While thus he Answers and himself Defends The Lyrist in his own Defence My Tuneful Voice charg'd with another's Fate I beg my self from Death may vindicate Invain I would the Fatal Strains recant Or if with Tears I should the Youth lament I should but add vain Waters to the Main The Fact I may defend but would recall in vain With Songs the Dying Youth to celebrate Was to Bewail but could not Cause his Fate And having seen the God of Harmony Each Ev'ning safely plunge the willing Sea Where thus each Night the Lord of Song remain'd I thought that this Harmonious Youth might find Himself with equal Favour entertain'd Suppose he flung himself into the Seas Charm'd by my Strains there 's no Great Crime in this Who e're for Hellebore to cure his Brain Could without ventring thus explore the Main Besides since I 've oft heard the Learned say Our Souls are all made up of Harmony If this Youth Dy'd by the too charming Lyre 'T was with Excess of Life he did expire But how could the soft Notes of Musick Kill Since Death with empty Sounds alone could ne'er prevail The Criminal Seas their self-attoning Fault With Lustral Water soon may expiate And thus the Waves that caus'd will purge from Guilt the Fate And let those Cruel over-whelming Seas Now also drown my Crime in endless Peace But if I Dye who shall my Death attone If my Charm'd Trees should fatal Spears become Invain they 'd strive thus to revenge my Fate As Vengeance oft o'ertakes the Crime too late Or shall the Stones once softned by my Lyre Rudely involve me in a Sepulcher If MUSICK be the Crime for which I dye How well the Tuneful Swan resembles me Since thus I sung my own prophetick Elegy The Crime that 's charg'd does still unprov'd remain For the Youth 's Drowning must I plunge the Main Was I the Cause that while I sung he drown'd If at that time a Star fell to the Ground Would You then think my Strains the Stars from Heav'n drew down 'T is Madness thus to charge me with his Rage Or think the Muse could with blind Fate engage Against the Youth or that by Art he dy'd No guiltless Blood my Voice did ever shed Lords of the Law 't is your Sententious Breath That can with Words alone speak certain Death Thus he Then justly grant a Wretch he cry'd Your Pardon Pardon Eccho strait reply'd He said The Iudge to Favour much inclines And this the Criminal's Punishment enjoyns That since in Skill thus Orpheus he exceeds He shall descend to the Elysian Shades And thence compel by a like Artful Strain The Youth he thither sent back to return again If Any ask what could my Thoughts engage In this Mad Theme 'T was some Poetic Rage Forbidding me the Heliconian Spring That led me thus in Seas to Bath and Sing Poets an Artful Fury must inspire And thy True Sons great Patron of the Lyre May pass like Orpheus to th' Elysian Shades Thy glorious Flight the lofty Skies invades But I without th' Harmonious Quil and Voice Of the Dircean Swan can't sing thy Praise And those tho' fam'd can only cantivate Th' inferiour Wood but Laurels on Thee wait And justly thou doest thy own Fate Survive Like Memnon's Vocal Status still to give Thy self that Praise thou only canst make live And hast inscrib'd since thus thy Art was try'd Soft MUSICK's lasting Praise ev'n in the fluid Tyde But while for thy just Praise I thus prepare In the vast Main I dread to venture far So large an Ocean does my thoughts engage I must strike Sail and check my forward Rage FINIS