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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	death_n	great_a	king_n	2,913	5	3.6168	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57518	The pilgrimage written by Sir Walter Raleigh, Knight, after his condemnation, the day before his death.	Raleigh, Walter, Sir, 1552?-1618.	1681 (1681)	Wing R178; ESTC R21841	753	2

The PILGRIMAGE Written by Sir Walter Raleigh Knight After his CONDEMNATION The Day before his Death GIve me my Scollap-Shell of Quiet My Staff of Faith to lean upon My Scrip of Joy Immortal Diet My Bottle of Salvation My Gown of Glory Hopes True Gage And thus I 'll go my Pilgrimage Blood must be my Body's Balm For here no other Balm is given Whilst my Soul like a quiet Palm Travels to the Land of Heaven And there I 'll kiss the Bowl of Bliss And drink m'Eternal Fill on e v'ry milky Hill My Soul may be a thirst before But after it shall ne'er thirst more And in this happy Blissful Way More Painful Pilgrims I shall see Which have put off their Rags of Clay And go Apparell'd Fresh like me I 'll bring them first to quench their Thirst To the Pure Wells where Sweetness dwells And then to Taste of Nectar-Suckets Drawn up by Saints in Cristal Buckets And when our Bottles and all We Are fill'd with Immortality The Holy Pathes of Heav'n we 'll Travel With Rubies strew'd as thick as Gravel Cielings of Di'monds Saphire-Floors High Walls of Corral Pearly-Bow'rs And then to Heav'ns Bribeless Hall Where no Corrupted Voices bawl No Conscience molded into Gold No Forg'd Accuser Bought nor Sold No Cause Deferr'd no vain-spent Journey For CHRIST Himself 's the Kings Attorney Who Pleads for All without Degrees For He hath Angels but no Fees And when the Grand Twelve-Million Jury Of all my Sins shall in a Fury Against my Soul Black Verdict give Christ pleads His Death and I shall Live Great Counsellor Plead Thou my Cause In Thy Proceedings can be found no Flaws Thou won'st Salvation as an Alms Not by the Lawyers Bribed Palms And this shall be my Eternal Plea To Him that made Heav'n Earth and Sea That Since my Flesh must Die so soon And want a Head to Dine next Noon Even at the Stroke when my Veins spread Set on my Soul an Everlasting Head Then am I Ready like a Palmer fit To Tread those Paths that I before have Writ London Printed by George Larkin in Scalding-Alley in the Poultrey 1681.