Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	england_n	king_n	lord_n	4,602	5	4.1139	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37524	The royal garland of love and delight containing the lives of sundry kings, queens, and princes : with other love songs and sonnets full of delight / by T.D. ; whereunto is added a rare new sonnet of the restauration of our royal soveragn [sic] Charles the Second.	Deloney, Thomas, 1543?-1600.	1674 (1674)	Wing D967; ESTC R33445	8,158	25

Monk unto ther King began But while he held the poysoned cup in 's hand Our Noble King amazed much did stand For casting down by chance his Princely eye One precious Iewel which he had full nigh It 's Orient brightness to a pale dead hue Was changed quite the cause no person knew And such a sweat did overspread them all Which stood like Dew that on fair flowers fall For thereby was their precious nature try'd For precious stones foul poyson cannot abide Yet though the King beheld their colour pale Mistrusted dot the poyson in the Ale And therefore a hearty draught did take Which of his life a quick dispatch die make The infectious Drink fum'd up into his head And through his veins unto his heart did spread The groans he gave made all men to wonder He cast as if his heart would burst in sunder And then the Lords went searching all about In every place to find the Traytor out At length they found h●m dead as any stone Within a corner lying all alone Why then my Lords full quickly then quoth he A breathless King among you shall you sée Behold he saith my veins in pieces crack A grievious torment féel I in my back For by this poyson deadly and accurst I féel my heart-strings ready for to burst With that his eyes did turn within his head A pale dead colour through his face was spread And lying Gasping with a cold faint breath The Royal King was overcome by death The trial and d●ath of King Charles who was beheaded at White-Hall Ian. 30. 1648. Tune of Aim not too high KIng Charles was once a Prince of great state But he dy'd a death unfortunate The manner how to you I will relate At Westminster was call'd a Court of State Where Sergeant Bradshaw was Lord president The Court being call'd then for the K. they sent Charles Stuart once admitted Englands King Who did such woes upon the Nation bring In setting up the Standard in the field Which was y e cause y t so much blood was spild Therefore you guilty are of these sad times As Treason Murther and such like crimes Here is your Iury for it must be so You have your charge plead guilty I or no K. As for your charge a rush I do not care I do desire those things are right and square I do desire some of you would unfold By whose commission you this Court do hold To whom the President did straight reply Sir you shall know by what Authority This Prerogative wherein we stand Ordain'd is by the Commons of this Land 'T is not for Prisoners to dispute the same Answer to that for which you hither came Then their Authority he quite deni'd And said by them he meant not to be tri'd At which the Clerk the sentence then did read Saying Sharles Steuart thou must loose thy head For Murder Treason and for Tyranny And being to the Land a publick Enemy Then to the Scaffold streight he was conveid The which with mourning Cloth was overlaid Mounting the same quoth he I le little say For in this world I have not long to stay With his eyes lift up to heav'n he made a prayer And so for death did instantly prepare Saying My Earthly Crown I here must leave Hoping a heavenly Crown for to receive I come I come Lord Iesus then he cry'd One blow his Head and Body did devide A Song on the Reigns of Q. Mary Q. Eliz. K. Iam. and K. Charles the I. Tune is Dutches of Suffolk WHen God had taken for our sin and closed up King Edwards eyes Then bloody Mary did begin in England for to Tyranize Who like unto a Tyrant Quéen her days on earth did spend But at the last her time expir'd her Reign came to an end Then after her Elizabeth unto the Crown did come Whose blessed Reign did much rejoyce the hearts of all and some Full forty years and four she did Reign in great Prosperity Whose blessed name shall lide in fame to all Posterity Next after her came James our King unto the Regal Crown Who did maintain whilsh he did reign firm peace to his renown Then to the Crown came Charles the first by name the best of Kings Although the commons them did vote as néedless useless things And then the name of King séem'd strange how should it otherwise chuse But now the name of King again we may and still will use The Lovers Delight To the Tune of The Damask Rose THe Damask Rose or the Lilly fair the Cowslip nor the Pancy With my true Love cannot compare for beauty Love and fancy She doth excel the rarest Dame no beauty like her moves me Which makes me thus ●xtol her name so ●weet is the Lass that loves me If I should speak of my true love as I am bound in duty She doth surpass the Gods above in each degrée of beauty Iuno Pallas nor Venus fair shines not so bright and lovely Ther 's none that with her may compare so sweet c. When first I saw her péerless face I did admire her beauty And I did séek with heart and voice to offer her all duty Which willingly she did accept so kind and loving preves she Which makes me thus with all respect say sweet c. Mars though he be the God of war c●uld not so déeply wound me As Cupid with a little Dart which I have plainly shown you Borea● with his blustring storms never yet pierc'd so roughly Cupids arrows prick like thorns so sweet c. For her sweet sake I 'le undertake any thing she requireth To sail the Seas like Captain Drake whose déeds there 's some admireth What ever she commands is done so much her love doth move me She is a Precious Paragon so sweet c. Bright Cynthìa in her richest Robes my Love doth much resemble Whose beauteous beams much joy affords which makes my heart to tremble So is my Love so chast so rare which unto fancy moves me And makes me joy without compare so sweet c. Diana and her darlings dear that liv'd in th' woods and Valleys And sport her time so chast and rare with which no man dalleys Yet she is not so chast as she I hope none can disprove me O now my mind shall not remove so sweet c. Swéet Love then I pray be true and think of what is spoken Change not thy old friend for a new let not thy vow be broken Swéet love I leave thee for this time for so it doth behove me My heart doth me compel to say so sweet c. The Maids Answer MY love my life my duck my dear now I will yield unto thee All thou hast said I well did hear and now thy words do move me For to reply in answer kind and to thy self shall prove me I will not change like to the wind so sweet is the Lad that loves me Be thou my lovely Pyramus I 'le be thy constant