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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	eternal_a	good_a	work_n	4,394	5	6.6946	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A44052	Sion and Parnassus, or, Epigrams on severall texts of the Old and New Testament to which are added [brace] A poem on the Passion, A hymn on the resurrection, ascention, and feast of Pentecost / by Iohn Hoddesdon.	Hoddesdon, John, fl. 1650.	1650 (1650)	Wing H2295; ESTC R35999	48,372	143

4. v. 14. It is a fair broad way plain plausible But yet beware it is the way to hell Although 't be strow'd with roses altogether I 'll none on 't foh it stinks of brimstone hither 148. Yet a little sleep a little slumber ch 6. v. 10. A little slumber more the sluggard cries I 'll take t'other od nap and then I 'll rise Good 'las the weather 's very cold indeed For certain I am glew'd unto my bed Thus trifles out his time till poverty Catch him and 's belly in his face doth fly Go to the Ant consider her why so The sluggard will not take the pains to go 149. Keep my commandments and live Keep Gods commandments sure and live thereby His precepts as the apple of thine eye Observe his laws thou canst not choose but thrive Since his commandments do command to live 150. Say unto wisedome thou art my Sister ch 7. v. 4. Since thou this charge wise King on me dost lay Wisdome thou art my Sister I will say But O! I fear that so unlike we be She 'll not be such a fool t' acknowledge me 151. Doth not wisedome cry c. ch 8. v. 1. Wisedome about the streets doth crying rome To see if any one will take her home O use her gently do not with her part But lock her in the bottom of thy heart She cries and cries to think that all reject her I 'm sure there 's none but fools who will neglect her 152. I love them who love me ch 8. v. 17. I know 't is wisedome t' love them who love me To love mine enemy 't is piety 153. And those who seek c. ch 8. v. 17. Wisedome requires who would her suiters be Must seek her even from their infancy She woos us t' woo her early if we do We shall be certain to wed her not woo 154. Wisdome hath builded her house ch 9. v. 1. Wisedome hath built her house and finisht it Made all her rooms for Kings and Princes fit The arts and sciences do beautifie This Palace make it stand perpetually Needs must it last built in so wise a sort Whom sev'n so mighty columnes do support 155. Stoln waters are sweet ch 9. v. 17. Stoln things are like the book Ezekiel eat Which to his palate seem'd delicious meat But swallow'd in his belly out alas More bitter there then ever sweet it was Let thieves beware nor on stoln treasures dote Though sweet i th' mouth 't will choke them in their throat 156. It is a sport to a fool to do mischief ch 10. v. 23. When wicked men do ill as seems them best They say to mend the matter 't was in jest And not in earnest well I think not so I think it was not in good earnest though ECCLESIASTES 157. In much wisdome there is much sorrow ch 1. v. 18. IT grieves me much to heare of this can grief Be got in getting wisedome past belief And yet 't is true the more we know the more We grieve our knowledge doth no higher soar Wisdomes Arithmetick contains but one Grand head and that 's Multiplication Of sorrow She and I I see must part What profit comes from such a sorry art 158. A good name is better then pretious ointment ch 7. v. 1. Give 't others let their curious nostrills dwell On precious ointments aromatick smell Besmear them with those liquid odours me Set out with those oyl'd arts let no man see Let me a good name keep better by farre An holy good-man is then greater are The box of ointment broke sents sweet'st but this Kept whole most redolent and fragrant is 159. Truly the light is sweet ch 11. v. 7. Though Sols refulgent rayes dazle our sight Those beams are better then the shade of night For who but darknesse children fancy it A time onely for Bats and Screetch-owls fit I 'll look to th' sunne and looking may I be Exhal'd a meteor to heav'ns axle-tree 160. Remember thy Creatour ch 12. v. 1. In youthfull dayes do not forgetfull be Of God who alwayes doth remember thee And though thy years be green yet humbly bring Thy firstlings make an Autumn in thy Spring Thy spritefull bloud as yet is hot O why Should zeal amidst so great flames frozen die Think on thy Maker husband well thy time In the prime service O bestow thy prime And thou who giv'st thy youth to God wilt see That God will likewise give old age to thee 161. God shall bring every work into judgement ch 12. v. 14. God is the judge who at the last grand day Shall the just guerdon of our labours pay All works shall into light be brought though none To light eternall but good works alone SOLOMONS SONG or CANTICLES 162. I am black but comely ch 1. v. 5. SOul thou art black yet Christ loves thee Although nought lovely he can see Though nought but what is naught there grows He loves thee merely ' cause he does It pleaseth now th' eternall dove Not onely a white house to love 163. Look not upon me because I am black ch 1. v. 6. Because the sunne hath look'd upon thee why To look on thee dost thou forbid mine eye Those whom the Sunne of righteousnesse looks on Though they are black now shall be white anon 164. As the lillie among the thorns c. ch 2. v. 2. As doth the lillie ' mongst the thorns just so Doth my beloved ' midst the daughters shew More truly Lord were this appli'd to thee When hanging ' midst two thieves upon a tree Thy self 's the lillie not now white but red And these the thorns are which embrace thy head 165. He brought me to the banqueting-house ch 2. v. 4. He brought me to a summer house and there Did feast me with abundance of good chear Those dainties yet did not to love me force Untill he serv'd his coarse the second course 166. Comfort me with apples ch 2. v. 5. Art sick of what disease of love O say What cordiall to thy love-sick heart wilt lay Think'st thou an apple will give thee relief Poor soul an apple first did cause thy grief 167. Rise up my love my fair one c. ch 2. v. 10 11 12. c. Rise up my fair one come away for lo The winter's past the spring her head doth show Let not fierce winter in thy chill heart stay I am thy Sun to thaw those frosts away The chanting birds do imitate the spheres But thy voice were more musick in my ears The sparrows in loves dialect do prate The turtles bill then come to me thy mate The fig-tre puts forth her green fruits O see They load their boughs a fig for all but thee The vines about the elms do twine just so Let thou and I in love together grow Now pressing time draws near I 'll vie a floud Of purple with thee thy vine and my bloud 168. He feedeth among the lillies ch 2. v. 16. True didst thou