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
A84087	Pearls of eloquence, or, The school of complements Wherein ladies, gentlewomen, and schollars, may accommodate their courtly practice with gentile ceremonies, complemental, amorous, and high expressions of speaking, or writing of letters. By VV. Elder, Gent.	Elder, William, fl. 1680-1700.; J. G. (John Gough), fl. 1640, attributed name.	1656 (1656)	Wing E325AB; ESTC R229809	69,698	138

deserts Pallas Iuno and fair Venus Parts Pallas was foul and grim so out of measure That neither Gods nor men in her took pleasure Iuno so shrowd and curst was of her tongue That all mis-liked her both old and young Venus unchast strong Mars enticing still To garnish Vulcans temples and fulfil Her lust Now think you these are praises mean Compared to a slut a shrow a quene A woman kind that is not true Playes false and makes her husband rue If true she be and nothing kind She is a Corrasive to his mind True kindness and kind truth in one Makes up a happy union On a dishonest woman HEre lies a faire wife in earth foul and dirty Who drew at fifteen and went out at thirty On a Maids inconstancy SHall I weep or shall I sing I know not best which fits mourning If I weep I ease my brain If I sing I sweeten pain Weeping I le sing and singing weep To see how Maids no love can keep On a Maids lying sick A Maiden faire with a Green-sickness late Pitty to see perplexed was ful sore Resolving how to mend her bad estate In this distress Apollo doth implore And cure for her ill the Oracle assignes To keep the first letter of these following Lines On a beautifull and fair Lady called my Lady May And her Deare loue Mr. Field THis is the sweet and pleasant month of May Which cloaths the fields in his most rich aray Adorning him with colours better dide Than any King can weare than any Bride But May is almost spent the Fields grows dun With gazing over-much on Mayes hot Sun Vouchsafe O Zephyrus thou gentle Wind And you O Flouds unto the Fields be kind Distil your honyed drops this heat to lay Or else poor Field wil burn in midst of May. On a Lovers departing THough envious fortune which could ne're have while As yet to grace me with one pleasing smile But ever frown new to augment my griefe Bare me my sight my refuge and reliefe Yet thou 'ast my heart my dear instead of me And as it lives so shall it dye with thee Though I must part and parting be a pain Keep thou my heart til I return again So that in part I but depart from thee Thou hast my heart the rest remains with me Which rest small rest that finde til having run Its wonted course and where it first begun What more remains best thoughts shall thee attend My love in thee begun in thee shall end On a VVelsh man A Welshman 'twixt Saint Tassies day and Easter Ran on his Host is score for cheese a Teaster His hostis choak't it up behind the dore And said good sir for cheese discharge your score ●ods so quoth he what meaneth these Do you think her knows not choak from cheese On Virginity Iewells being lost are found again This never this lost but once is lost for ever Two falling out into a ditch they f●l● For falling out their falling out was well On the dispraise of women O Heavenly powers why did you bring to light That th●ng call'd woman Natures Oversight That born Tyrant proud shop of Vanity That guilded Weather-Cock Trunck of miserie That Wayward Froward that unconstant Evill That seeming Saint sole Factor for the Devil For what 's a woman she is such a creature As Nature striving to adorn her Feature Forgot to make her honest this was she That first pluck't Fruit from the forbidden Tree For which accurst she then began to fall From bad to worse from worse to worst of all Now therefore thus I will define a woman She is a spightfull Creature true to no man 'T is plain she can do more than can the Devill For man which God made good did she make evill And oft those women which we oft do cherish Are oft the cause why men so oft do perish An answer to the former BEest be you heavenly powers that brought to light That precious thing call'd woman mans delight That free-born subject kask ful of treasure That constant author of mans hoped pleasure That spotless harmless Saint not knowing evil No Devils Factor unless man 's the Devil She is a work so purely wrought that nature Knew not whether it were more adorn'd with feature Or with chast honesty yea this was ●he Fruit of whose womb freed man from misery For which she is blest that her sons fault should fall From small to less from less to none at all And therefore thus I will define a woman She is lovely faithfull constant false to no man And what she can do more than can the Devil 'T is true she made those good wh●ch he made evill And if sweet womans love no man should cherish Those that condemn them without them let perish Of VVoman of VVomen Are Women fair yea passing fair to see to Are Women sweet yea passing sweet they be to● Both fair and sweet they be to them that love them Kinde and discreet to all but them that prove them Be women proud yea passing proud and praise them Are woomen kind yea wondrous kind and please them Envious and disdainful if you move them More proud than wise yet we fools must love them Are women wise not wise but wondrous witty Are Women witty yea the more is the pitty They are so witty and they are so wily That being ne're so wise they wil beguile you Are Women fools Not fools but fondlings many Are Women shrows Not shrows but sheepish nosey Or if in in sheeps attire they please to cloath them 'T is done as Foxes do that none may knew them Are women Saints No Saints nor yet no Devils So Women Goods No they are needful evills So Angel-like that Devils none need doubt them And yet so needful tha none can live without them A Hushand on his wife a shrow VVE lived one and twenty years A man and wife together I could no longer keep hernere She is gone I know not whither Could I but guess I do protest I speak it not to flattet Of all the women in the World I never would come at her Her body is bestowed wel A handsome grave doth hide her And sure her foul is not in hell For the Devil could never abide her I rather think she is soard aloft For in a late great thunder Me thought I heard her very voice Rendring the Clouds assunder Thus charity bids judge the best Of them that are departed Oh! what a Heavenly thing is Rest To them that long have smarted A Lover to his Mistris with a pair of Gloves If that from Glove you take the Letter G Then Glove is love and that I send to thee Her answer with a Handkerchief If that from Clout you take the Letter C Then Clout i●●out and that I send to thee An old VVid●we● to a young VVench AN old stale widower loving a young wench Told her nought but her his love would quench Good Sir quoth she your