Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	day_n	great_a	see_v	4,001	5	3.3205	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A72345	Batrachomyomachia: or: The wonderfull and bloudy battell betweene frogs and mice The occasion of their falling out: their preparation, munition, and resolution for the warres: the severall combats of every person of worth, with many other memorable accidents. Interlaced with divers pithy and morall sentences, no lesse pleasant to be read, then profitable to be observed. Paraphrastically done into English heroycall verse, by William Fowldes, late one of the cursitors of his Majesties high Court of Chancery.; Battle of the frogs and mice. English.	Fowldes, William.; Homer, attributed name.	1634 (1634)	STC 13627; ESTC S122590	23,510	67

a king * Credito credenti nulla procella nocet Leape on my neck feare not the running maine I beare thee hence I bring thee backe againe He had no sooner said but bending downe His back though rare it is to see Kings bow The lieger Mouce lighter then thistle downe And swift as winde which from the East doth blow Vpon his shoulders nimbly leaps in hast And vaulting to his neck doth there hold fast Proud of his stately Porter as he might For whom Kings beare they may be proud by right Boldly the Frog doth launch out from the brim Into the current of the water cleare The Mouce rejoycing for to see him swim Vpon his backe like * Neptune the god of the Sea Neptune doth appeare When mounted on a Dolphin in his pride Vpon the tossing billowes he doth ride Or like the Sunne clad in his morning weeds Drawne in his fiery waggon by his Steeds * Maior sum quam cui possit fortuna noscere With so great port and prinely majesty The little Mouce upon the Frog did stand Proudly triumphing while the shore was nye And that he could at pleasure skip to land Such great delights in water he did see Welneere he could desire a Frog to be But as no state can stable stand for aye So every pleasure hath his ending day For when he saw the surging billowes rise And on a sudden fall as low as hell Such store of teares did trickle from his eyes That their abundance made the water swell And now the waves bedash him more and more Tossing his corpes amid their watry store With griefe he wrings his hands teares his skin Such wofull plight pale feare had put him in * Galeatum sero duelli poenitet Now doth he wish though wishes take no place That on firme land he were arriv'd againe He curseth Neptune and his trident Mace The troubled waters and the running maine Now but too late alas doth he repent His foolish rashnesse cause of this event But after-wits like a showre of raine That fals untimely on the ripened graine His feet unto his belly he doth shrinke And on the Frog his backe doth closely sit Vsing his nimble tayle when he did sinke In stead of oare Pale feare did learne him wit The flowing billowes mount above his head Speechlesse for sorrow and for griefe halfe dead Yet death is not so bitter as cold feare Which makes things greater then they are appeare * Heu quid agat Sorrow triumpheth in the Mouce his brest Despaire doth sit as Marshall in his minde Danger and death on ev'ry side are prest Still to receive him at each puffe of winde But danger can the heart of pride ne're breake When fear hath staid the tong yet pride wilspeak And though the waters wash the outward skin They cannot wash presumption within For thus he sighing said The gentle * Iupiter when he stole away Europa Bull Which Ovid doth applaud for knavery Did not convay to Creete his pretty trull Vpon his necke with so great bravery As King of Frogs doth beare the gallant Mouce To see the pompe and pleasure of his house Plunging his limmes amid the water cleare Such confidence to swimming he doth beare He this no sooner said but sudden feare Did stop the passage of his further prate For loe a water Serpent did appeare A hellish torment to the Frogs estate Which cutting through the running streame that way Winding himselfe to finde some floting prey The Frog espide What cannot feare descry Which joyn'd with care prevents sad destiny For he no sooner did the Snake behold Gaping like * Cerberus is said to have three heads and to be porter of hell Cerberus three-headed dog Ruffling his scaly neck which shone like gold But into water dives the wily Frog Leaving the Mouce his friend in sad lament Set forth to danger death and dire event For he which makes a friend of every stranger Discards him not againe without some danger The silly Mouce distressed and forlorne Left to the mercy of the running mayne Vnto the bottome head-long downe is borne Where he poore soule in secret doth complaine Plunging with hands aloft now doth he fleet Then sinking downe againe he strikes with feet But when grim destiny doth once assayle No might no shift no force can then prevaile When therefore to approach he knew his death And that his wet haires furthered his woe Fate still attendant for to stop his breath And death at hand to worke his overthrow Weeping for sorrow voyd of all reliefe Thus with himselfe he sigh'd to ease his griefe * Est quaedam flere voluptas For teares and sighes sad orators of smart Though they release not yet they ease the heart Perfidious Frog procurer of my wrack Accursed Traytor to my fathers Crowne Thinke not though vengeance for a time be slack That thundring Iove to whom all things are known Will be forgetfull of thy trechery Through whose deceit I dye in misery Which from thy back as off a rocke I stood Hast thrown me perjur'd wretch amid the flood Well thou perceiv'dst my valour and my might My worth my courage and agilitie Which like a dastard and faint-hearted wight At unawares hast wrought my tragedie By craft I dye in water though on land Thou durst not once attempt it with thy hand But God whose dwelling is the starres among He knowes thy craft will revenge my wrong * Jnterdum lachrymae pondera vocis habent The Mice brave Mice stern soldiers of stout Mars In troopes shall march against thy damned crue And shall pursue thee with such bloudy wars That Frogs unborne yet shall have cause to rue Such balefull stratagems that day shall be As never cursed traytrous Frog did see For ne're shall murder unrevenged boast And with those words he yeelded up the ghost Lichopinax Lick-trencher of great blood Sitting upon the grassie waters side Saw when the Mouce was drowned in the flood For murther by some chance will be espide And greatly weeping for the Princes fall Amayne he posteth to the Kings neate hall Where to his Grace sitting with Lords of state He tels with griefe his sonnes unhappy fate When as his Majestie this newes did heare Sadly he tooke the Princes overthrow Downe from his throne he fell with heavy cheare And swooned in the place for griefe and woe His Nobles take him up without delay And on a royall pallet doe him lay Where he for sorrow sicke was like to dye For childrens hurt neere fathers heart doth lye But all the Lords though they were mal-content Griev'd for his death which was their Kings sole care Yet like fell Lyons unto anger bent A blacke revenge within their minds they sware With comfortable words they cheare their King Which somewhat did abate his sorrowing * Minuit vindicta dolorem Hope of revenge did so his stomacke pricke Now he is strong