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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	england_n	france_n	king_n	3,694	5	4.2233	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A29146	Bradshaw's ghost, a poem, or, A dialogue between John Bradshaw, ferry-man Charon, Oliver Cromwel, Francis Ravilliack, and Ignatius Loyola, 1660		1660 (1660)	Wing B4163; ESTC R10343	6,935	6

Altar of the Throne And shall I now be brought in Competition With Bradshaw Youngest Son unto Perdition I bath'd my self all over in the Flood He onely wash'd his hand in Royal Blood He thinks one Action will Surname him Great When all my Life was a Religious Cheat But talk detracts from deeds Not Tully's wrack Of words could reach unto Ravilliack I 'le say no more but keep the place were it For nothing but ' cause I am a Jesuit Bradshaw's Oration Brad. You 've said too much but not enough go to There is not one of th' Rump but 's worse than you You kill'd the King of France and then all 's said I King of France and England Murthered My fault exceeds yours and more weight doth carry Than it by how much Charles excedeth Harry Yours was Lay-murther Sacriledge mine You can't Like me boast You a King kill'd I a Saint They me i th' Book of Martyrs will Remember And as to Faux give a day in November Your Murther was Religious true and I Committed too a Pious Villany In Charles I kill'd the Church that 's more than you I Sacrific'd the Priest and Temple too I made the Cushions Blocks The Butchers wore The Sleeves that Canterbury had before I Capel slew if they the Saints did track I slew they 'd muster up an Almanack Their Bloods wou'd add new Rubricks whilst that they Blush all the Year into one Holy-day Nor sin'd I singly I made hundreds be Co-partners with me in that Villany I made them sin in that I made 'um joyn So that I challenge all their Sins as mine I did Hell far more Service than you can 'T was I that favoured the Puritan Nay I did Love the Scots and Quakers too Ravilliack Cook must have the place of you You 'l not be in my class Nay all my pack Of Hell-hounds are above Ravilliack Not one of Charles's Silver hairs I shed In value but might purchase Harry's Head And does your Dagger think for to out-brave My Ax I kill'd but yet debar'd a Grave So that in hindring Charles a Tomb-stone I A Monument built to my own Infamy I pluck'd his Statue down what should I have For my Deserts I Murthered his Grave Nor was I this alone content to do I made Cloaks Preach him Traytor Tyrant too And made 'um swear 't I did so watch their waters All Treason did commit except the Traytors What think you then that he deserved hath That kill'd both the Defender and the Faith Judge all and if the place you me deny Why then you 'r worser Devils all than I. Loyola's Oration Loyola 'T is bravely said of both Nor can I tell If this Man or if that Man do excell Degrees are wanting due to both to give For they must be beyond superlative They both are Rogues in grain both dipt in blood Of Kings But yet me-thinks I shou'd Give one the place It grieves me sore to see The Rump thus baffle my Society Bradshaw did kill a God My Rogue comes after And can amount no higher than Man-slaughter The thoughts of Bradshaw's worth doth make me mad For 's one that hath out-done whatever's bad O that I liv'd but again that I Might be the Founder of a Rump and dy For their Association scorns to be Companions with my Society Learning is needless they a way have hit That makes 'um to be wise beyond all wit Like Foxes Tayls I must unto you tell One Rump doth far a thousand Heads excell They cut Mens throats by Law Nay and they do Make Justice guilty of the Murther too So when you say the King 's kill'd 't is not meant By Bradshaw but by my Lord President Their Labouring Souls first bring forth Mischief then They Christn'd after it was cast so when Rape Murther Sacriledge call'd that Pious Hector Their God-Son Butcher Cromwel Lord Protector Cowards o th' Rump were Worthies Fleetwood thus From 's Valour scorn'd to be call'd Valourous See what an Act of Parliament can do If they but Vote him Valourous he is so For though the sniveling Sinner deserv'd banging For he had ne'r the wit to merit hanging Strange Operation of the Rump the Fool The Devil he 's but Clerk to their Close-stool For the Rumpish Members Honour I think fit We Act that Member first of all should sit I like this topsy-turvy we 'l be led By England and the Arse shall be the Head And next Thanksgiving-dinner our Old Nick Shall feed on Rump 't will make him Politick We 'l Knight it if your Judgments be like mine It shall be Sir Rump we 'l have no more Sir Loyn. They should be welcom all but that I fear They would prescribe new Models to us here They merit not this place alone but well Do for themselves deserve another Hell But ' cause here are not all till th' other please To come let 's Entertain and Honour these In the mean time that Bradshaw may Inherit Present Possession of his former Merit To him as Rump o th' Rump let us present The Chair for he was still their Fundament If you think fit all I 'de have you do 'S to speak your mind then in a word or two Applaudunt Omnes Because thou 'st done so ill thou hast done well Bradshaw thou art Lord President of Hell FINIS