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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	death_n	know_v	life_n	2,879	5	4.5653	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08186	Sir Thomas Ouerburies vision With the ghoasts of Weston, Mris. Turner, the late Lieftenant of the Tower, and Franklin. By R.N. Oxon.	Niccols, Richard, 1584-1616.	1616 (1616)	STC 18524; ESTC S113209	19,388	60

Sir THOMAS OVERBVRIES Vision With the ghoasts of Weston M● Turner the late Lieftenant of the Tower and Franklin By R. N. Oxon. In poenam insectatur vmbra PRINTED FOR R. M. T.I. 1616. SIR THOMAS OVERBVRIES Vision WHen poyson O that poyson and foule wrong Should euer be the subiect of my song Had set loud Fame vpon a loftie wing Throughout our streetes with horrid voice to sing Those vncouth tidings in each itching eare How raging lust of late too soone did beare That monster murther who once brought to light Did slay the man whose vision I recite Then did th' inconstant vulgar day by day Like feathers in the wind blowne euery way Frequent the Forum where in thickest throng I one amongst the rest did passe along To heare the iudgement of the wise and know That late blacke deede the cause of mickle woe But from the reach of voice too farre compel'd That beast of many heads I there beheld And did obserue how euerie common drudge Assum'd the person of an awefull Iudge Here in the hall amidst the throng one stands Nodding his head and acting with his hands Discoursing how the poysons swift or slow Did worke as if their nature he did knowe An other here presuming to outstrippe The rest in sounder iudgement on his lippe His finger layes and winketh with one eye As if some deeper plot he could descrie Here foure or fiue that with the vulgar sort Will not impart their matters of import Withdraw and whisper as if they alone Talk't things that must not vulgarly be knowne And yet they talke of naught from morne till noone But wonders and the fellowe in the moone Here some excuse that which was most amisse Others doe there accuse where no crime is Accusing that which they excus'd anon Inconstant people neuer constant known Censure from lippe to lippe did freely flie He that knew nothing with the rest would crie The voice of iudgement euery age shall finde Th' ignoble vulgar cruell mad in minde The muddie spawne of euery fruitlesse braine Daub'd out in ignominious lines did staine Papers in each mans hand with rayling rimes Gainst the foule Actors of these wel-knowne crimes Base wittes like barking currs to bite at them Whom iustice vnto death shall once condem I that beheld how whispering rumour fed The hungrie eares of euery vulgar head With her ambiguous voyce night being come Did leaue the Forum and returned home Where after some repast with greife opprest Of these bad dayes I tooke me to my rest And in that silent time when sullen night Did hide heau'ns twinckling tapers from our sight And on the earth with blackest lookes did lowre When euery clocke chimb'd twelue the midnight houre In which imprison'd ghoasts free licence haue About the world to wander from their graue When hungrie wolues and wakefull dogges do howle At euery breach of aire when the sad owle On the house top beating her balefull wings And shreeking out her dolefull ditty sings The song of death vnto the sicke that lie Hopelesse of health forewarning them to die Iust at that houre I thought my chamber dore Did softly open and vpon the floare I heard one glide along who at the last Did call and bid me wake at which agast I vp did looke and loe a naked man Of comely shape but deadly pale and wan Before me did appeare in whose sad looke As in the mappe of griefe or sorrowes booke My eye did reade such characters of woe As neither paintings skill nor pen can showe With dreadfull horrour almost stricken dead At such a sight I shrunke into my bed But the poore Ghoast to let me vnderstand For what he came did waft me with his hand And sorrowes teares distilling from his eies His poyson'd limbs he show'd and bad me rise Which fearefull I not daring disobey Rose vp and follow'd while he lead the way Through many vncouth wayes he led me on Ouer that Towers fatall hill whereon That scaffold stands which sithence it hath stood Hath often lickt vp treasons taynted blood Thence ouer that same wharfe fast by whose shoares From Londons bridge the prince of riuers roares He in a moments space by wondrous power Transported me into that spacious Tower Where as we entred in the very sight Of that vast building did my soule affright There did I call to minde how or'e that gate The chamber was where vnremorfefull fate Did worke the falls of those two Princes dead Who by their foes were smothered in their bed And there I did behold that fatall greene Where famous Essex woefull fall was seene Where guiltie Suffolks guiltlesse daughter Iane The scaffold with her noble blood did staine Where royall Anne her life to death resign'd Whose wombe did beare the praise of women kind And where the last Plantaginet did pore Her life out in her blood where many more Whom law did iustly or vniustly taxe Past by the sentence of the bloody axe And here as one with suddaine sorrow stroke The Ghoast stood still a while with dolefull looke Fixt on the ground and after sad sighes giuen With eyes and hands vp-lifted vnto heauen As calling them to witnesse of his woe In sad complaint his griefe he thus did show Great God of heauen that pittiest humane wrongs To whom alone reuenge of blood belongs Thou that vpon the wings of heauen do'st ride And laugh'st to scorne the man that seekes to hide And ouer-burie guiltlesse blood in dust Thou know'st the paines of my impoyson'd ghoast When men more changing then th' inconstant winde Or doe not know or knowing wilfull blinde Will not behold dead Ouerburies griefe But thinke his losse no more then losse of life Ye friends vnkind and false that after death Doe let your friendship vanish with the breath Of him that 's dead and thinke since truth begun To trie my cause more satisfaction done Then all my wrongs require giue eare and say When I haue told my griefe if from the day That mans first blood to heauen cri'd out of earth For vengeance 'gainst the first mans eldest birth Vntill this time if man for life so lost More iustly may complaine then my dead ghoast I was aye me that I was euer so Belou'd in court first step to all my woe There did I gaine the grace of Prince and Peeres Knowne old in iudgement though but young in yeers And there as in this Kingdomes garden where Both weedes and flowers doe grow my plant did beare The buddes of hope which flowring in their prime And May of youth did promise fruit in time But lust foule lust did with a hand of blood Supplant my plant and crop me in the budde Yet to my selfe had I my counsells kept Or had I drown'd my cares in rest and slept When I did breake my quiet sleepes and waite To serue a false friend and aduance his state I had not met with this inhumane wrong But might