Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	evil_a	good_a	know_v	2,974	5	4.2147	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A54774	The religion of the hypocritical presbyterians, in meeter	Phillips, John, 1631-1706.	1661 (1661)	Wing P2097; ESTC R36676	13,680	25

almost expir'd time staies For no man friends then Antichrist shall fall Then down with Rome with Babel down with all Down with the Devil the Pope the Emperour With Cardinals and the King of Spain's great power They 'l muster up but I can tell you where At Armageddon there Beloved there Fall on fall on kill kill alow alow Kill Amaleck and Turk kill Gog and Magog too But who dear friends fed Daniel thus forsak'n Truly but there 's one sleeps a would do well to awak'n As 't is in th' English his name ends in Ock And so his name is called Habacuck But in th' original it ends in Ock For that dear sisters calls him have-a-Cock And truly I suppose I need not fear But that there are many have-a-Cocks here The Laud increase the number of have-a-Cocks Truly false Prophets will arise in flocks But as a farding candle shut up quite In a dark Lanthorn never giveth light Even such are they Ay but my brethren dear I 'am no such Lanthorn for my horns are clear But I shall now conclude this glorious truth With an exhortation to old men and youth Be sure to feed young Daniel that 's to say Feed all your Ministers that preach and pray First of all cause 't is good I speak that know so Fourthly cause 't is no evil for to do so Thirdly because 't is very good and twelfthly Cause there 's nought better unlesse I my self lye But now he smells the pyes begin to reak His teeth water and he can no longer speak And now it will not be amisse to tell ye How he was troubled with a woman's belly For she was full of caudle and devotion Which in her stomach raised a commotion For the hot vapours much did damnifie The woman went to walk in Finsbury So though a while she was sustain'd with ginger Yet at the length a cruel pain did twinge her And like as marble sweats before a shower So did she sweat and sweating forth did pour Her mornings draught of Sugar sops and Saffron Into her sighing neighbours cambrick apron At which a Lard she cry'd full sad to see The foul mishap yet suffer'd patiently How do you then she cry'd I 'me glad 't is up Ah sick sick sick cryes one oh for a cup Of my mint water that 's at home As patt as might be then the Parson cry'd 'T is good one holds her head let 't come let 't come Still crying just i' th' nick the Priest reply'd Yea like a stream ye ought to let it flow And then she reach'd and once more let it go Streight an old woman with a brace of chins A bunch of keys and cushion for her pins Seeing in earnest the good woman lack it Draws a strong-water bottle from her placket Well heated with her flesh she takes a sup Then gives the sick and bids her drink it up But all in vain her eyes begin to roul She sighs and all cry out alas poor soul One then doth pinch her cheek one pulls her nose Some blest the opportunity that were her foes And they reveng'd themselves upon her face S. Dunstans Devil was ne're in such a case Now Priest say what thou wilt for here 's a chat Begun of this great Empyrick and that Renowned Doctor what cures they have done I like not Mayern he speaks French sayes one Oh sayes another though the man be big For my part I know none like Dr. Trig. Nay hold you there sayes t'other on my life There 's none like Chamberlain the man midwife Then in a heap their own receipts they muster To make this gelly how to make that plaster Which when she heares but that now fainting lay Up starteth she and talkes as fast as they But they that did not mind this dolefull passio Followed their businesse on another fashion For all did write the Elder and the Novice Me thought the Church look't like the six Clerks office But Sermon 's done and all the folks as fast As they can trudge to Supper now make haste Down comes the Priest when a grave Brother meets him And putting off his narrow-brim'd hat thus greets him Deare Sir my Wife and I do you invite O' th' Creature with us to partake this night And now suppose what I prepare to tell ye The City-dame whose faith is in the belly Of her cramm ' Priest had all her cates in order That Gracious-street or Cheap-side can afford her Lo first a Pudding truly 't had more Reasons Than forty Sermons shew at forty seasons Then a Sur-loyne came in as hot as fire Yet not so hot as was the Priests desire Next came a shoulder of Mutton rosted raw To be as utterly abolisht as the Law The next in order was a Capon plump With an Use of Consolation in his rump Then came a Turky cold which in its life Had a fine tail just like the Citizens wife But now by 'r leave and worship too for hark ye Here comes the Venson put in Paste by Starky Which once set down there at the little hole Immediately in whips the Parsons soul. He saw his Stomacks anchor and believ'd That now his belly should not be deceiv'd How he leans ore the cheer toward his first mover While his hot zeal doth make his mouth run over This Pastie had Brethren too like to the Mayors Three Christmas or Minc'd pies all very fair Methought they had this Motto Though they flirt us And preach us down Sub pondere crescit virtus Apple-tarts Fools and strong cheese to keep down The steaming vapours from the Parsons crown Canary too and Claret eke also Which made the tips of their ears and noses glow Up now they rise and walk to their several chairs When lo the Priest uncovers both his ears Most gracious Shepherd of the Brethren all Thou saidst that we should eat before the Fall Then was the world but simple for they knew Not either how to bake or how to brew But happily we fell and then the Vine Did Noah plant and all the Priests drank wine Truly we cannot but rejoyce to see Thy gifts dispenc'd with such equality To us th' ast given wide throats and teeth to eat To the women knowledge how to dresse our meat Make us devoutly constant in thy cup And grant us strength when we shall cease to sup To bear away thy creatures on our feet And not be seen to tumble in the street We are thy sheep O let us feed feed on Till we become as fat as any Brawn Then let 's fall to and eat up all the cheer Straight So be it he cryes and calls for beer Now then like Scanderbeg he falls to work And hews the Pudding as he hew'd the Turk How he plough'd up the Beef like Forrest-land And fum'd because the bones his wrath withstand Upon the Mutton he fell not like a Lamb But