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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	death_n	die_v	sin_n	7,620	5	5.8816	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04841	An halfe-penny-worth of vvit, in a penny-worth of paper. Or, The hermites tale	King, Humphrey.	1613 (1613)	STC 14973; ESTC S109260	12,208	48

sinnes and errors daily flowes And take me to your homely Cell VVhere sweet content doth euer dwell Then if you please to take the paine For Christes sake a soule to gaine Your counsell graue on me bestow That true religion I may know For all Kings Christned are at warres For Conscience and religious iarres And controuersies now haue made One King on other to inuade VVith warre with death and famishment Each other still they do torment VVith Christians bloud they die the ground Piercing sweet babes with many a wound And aged men with siluer'd haires There groueling lie in blood and teares VVhat sinne what death so-ere befall They make Religion cause of all A grieuous thing when they shall come To giue account for all and some Before that God that knowes their thought If they for true Religion fought Or whether for ambitious pride They meant Religion to deuide And so to kindle Gods displeasure For Kingdomes Crownes and worldly Treasure Knowing them all to be illusions To bring our soules into confusions And make vs wish ere we haue done Such warres had neuer beene begun Where Christians seeke each others blood Their meaning seldome can be good But if our warres were like to them Which were before Ierusalem Against the Turkes which there abod Sworne enemies vnto our God VVhat happy men then had we bin So to haue dy'd and cleer'd our sin VVhereas God wot we now do goe To seate our Brothers ouerthrow Alas if they in warres that die Did not confesse a Trinitie Or if that Heathen men they were VVithout all knowledge faith or feare Of Christ that dy'd to saue mankind From death and hell to him assign'd Then without any offence at all They might take pleasure in our fall Hermite MY sonne of warres you haue complain'd VVhich is a plague for sinne ordain'd A plague that God himselfe hath chose His wrath and iustice to disclose And for my part I must confesse Our sinnes my sonne deserue no lesse Christ knowes we haue deserued more Then euer our fathers did before And yet we say they neuer knew VVhere true Religion euer grew For they were still instructed then By Friers and Monks old ancient men Such as did then attribute all Vnto Saint Peter not to Paul Saying that Christ had chose alone Him for the Rocke and corner stone And vnto him the keyes resign'd To open shut to loose and binde Taking the word as it was spoken And not the sence it did betoken And so by Peters superioritie The Pope doth chalenge his authoritie But come my sonne time doth vs call Wee 'l leaue our Christ to iudge of all And go with me I l'e teach thee how to spend The Sommer day in solace with thy friend Where thou shalt see the pleasure of this wood Exceeds all other were they nere so good Heere dwels poore men that neuer vse to sweare But yea and nay and by the weedes they weare Farre be it from them to wrong his holy Name That gaue them life and leaue to vse the same To him they call and still for mercy crie Because they know in iustice all must die They liue secure and free from any strife And thinke Content to be the sweetest life And so it is to such poore men as these That looke for nought but how their God to please See how they labour all day till they sweate And take great paines and all to get them meate Sauing your Tale good Father what be those That in their lookes decipher many woes And many times they seeme to make a show As though frō whence they came they faine wold go Impatient of the crosses God hath sent Them for their good because they should repent Well said my sonne thy iudgement I commend For Man hath crosses to none other end And he is happiest that can suffer any For his sake that for vs hath suffred many Hast thou not heard a song of Phillida Of Herpilus and eke Coren why these my sonne be they The one is Coren that once tooke delight his Hawkes to lure Th' other Herpilus poore man that all paine did endure For Phillida and that is shee which oft did flowers twine And Garlands make of Violets to please her Corens mind But he regarded not her loue nor when she frownd or smild It mou'd not him he neuer car'd for once he was beguild And yet shee was the fairest Maide that euer nature fram'd And all the Shepheards would reioyce when Phillida was nam'd But Time the enemie to Youth sent Sickenesse Beauties crosse As messenger to tell her now shee is not as shee was Her golden haire her for-head smooth her quicke full speaking eie Her comely nose her lips where loue did banquet royally Haue chang'd their hue for what can last or hold that will away Like Iudas fatall Elder-tree so lookes poore Phillida Her haire with Daffadillies dight Ewreth'd with purple-silke Is now within a night-cap tide vnkemb'd as white as milke Her fore-head all with furrowes fild that was so smoth and white Her eies the Cabinets of loue haue lost their wonted sight Her nose is sharpe her iawes are falne her lips that were so red Now lookes like Siluer-ore vntried and no teeth in her head Ah sonne if they in Court that liue did once but thinke of this They soone would finde amongst themselues how they had done amisse In pampring vp their filthy flesh which is a slaue to time An enemy vnto the soule a masse of filth and slime But come my son we 'le now go home vnto our homely Caue And leaue poore Phillida to mourne that wisheth for her graue For Herpilus and eke Coren of whom the Muses song They vow'd to die with Phillida because they lou'd so long Father I neuer heard a Tale to moue a man to ruth And make him thinke of all his sinnes committed in his youth As this which you haue told A terror vnto those Which in their beauty wit or strength do confidence repose It is no terror sonne to those which meane not to repent They neuer thinke of crooked age nor of their youth mispent But head-long runne from sin to sin like sheepe that go astray Yet now and then for fashion sake they make a show to pray And come to Church and knocke and kneele because they may be taken For honest good and godly men that haue the world forsaken 'T is true Sir I haue heard of those that vnder shew of zeale Would hate the time curse the state and at the Clergy raile Ill minded men enuious and proud discentious full of wroth Monstrous dissemblers fild with sin in whom there is no troth These zealous men meane to erect a Church ere it be long Where Papist neuer set his foote nor neuer Dirge was song Meane while for feare their faction breake they thinke it best behoues them To meete in Barnes and there to Preach euen as the Spirit moues them And there they pray before they