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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	evil_a	good_a	work_n	6,191	5	6.9192	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08185	Monodia or Walthams complaint vpon the death of that most vertuous and noble ladie, late deceased, the Lady Honor Hay, sole daughter and heire to the Right Honorable Edward, Lord Dennie, Baron of Waltham, and wife to the Right Honourable Iames Lord Hay. By R.N. Oxon.	Niccols, Richard, 1584-1616.	1615 (1615)	STC 18523; ESTC S110161	9,043	30

Danes that Royall King Her larger streame to lesser brookes did bring When Denmarks Nauie did on her broad breast My sister Hartford with long siege molest Where he that time his foes proud hearts did ●ame And burnt their Danish Fleet with English flame Was 't not enough I say I so should bee Bereft of comfort in beloued Lee But that by death eu'u shee whom all did know To be ay me that now she is not so My garlands fairest flower should be defaced The fairest flower that ere my garland graced No hand will crop the stemme vp in despight That yearely yeeldeth flowers ●or delight No churle will lay his axe vnto the root Of such a plant that yearely yeeldeth fruit Yet shee true plant of Honour O ste●ne death Eu'n bearing fruit was blasted by thy breath If euer beautie might preuaile with thee A ra●er beautie eye did seldome see If euer honor she most noble Dame Was Honor selfe in nature and in name● If euer Vertue she was that faire shrine Whence Vertues beames vnto the World did shine How could'st thou looking on her louely face ●ift vp thy hand to strike when in that place Youth grac'd with a●l the graces heauen could giue Did with such beautie beg thy leaue to liue How could'st thou but let fal thy deadly dart When sad●y she at thought of which my hart Now bleeds afr●sh distilling from her eyes D●●ps pure as pearle did shew in wofull wise Her childed wombe that thou should'st pitie take I● not for hers yet for her infants sake H●w could'st I say but mildly looke vpon her When in her barthened wombe that babe of Honor Did for the mother mercie seeme to c●ie And she againe for her deare babe would die O vnrelenting death thou could'st not then Strike though thy hand were I f●ed vp but when Lucina brought the sweet babe from the throes Of the chast mother to this world of woes Then then thy hand did crop my Honors ●lowre My Beauties bud my Bounties Paramoure But why did Nature to augment her fame With cunning build vp such a glorious frame And heau'n with her more glorious spirit grace it Finding no fairer mansion where to place it Yet leaue it like vaine bubble made of breath To be a triumph to victorious death Poore N●ture wel I see that all thy powre But weaknesse is Death daily doth deuoure Thy noblest workes of beggars and of Kings The generation from corruption springs Flesh is but dust made vp in humane shape To which weake Nature like th'Eternals Ape T'ind●ce vs to beleeue that she can giue Eternitie to make it euer liue A liuely colour ouer it doth lay Which makes ●lesh thinke it neuer shal decay But flourish euer when vnlookt-for Death Doth in a moment blast it with his breath Flesh is but flesh the fairest things doe fall The strongest stoop Death is the end of all Loue-drawing load-stars vnto whom is giuen Shape like the winged messengers of Heauen To whose sweet beauties all mens knees are bent Helpe me O helpe me kindly to lament This honor'd Lady Lady of all Honor And in your gentle hearts so thinke vpon her That in the glasse when you with curious care Trimming the tresses of your golden haire Shall wonder at your selues you then may say This beautie is but borrowed for a day An houre a minute or a moments space Death 's heere is there at hand in euery place The Springs most hopefull bud in youthful May Is sometime with the blossome blowne away The fruit sometimes doth perish in the bud At most it can attaine but so much good As to grow ripe and drop into the shade Both blossome bud and fruit in time doe vade Nor doe I simply challenge Death alone Of that late wrong too soone alas yet done To the dead mirrour of all wome● kind Th' ineuitable end of things design'd And written by the great Creators hand In the star-text of Heauen shall euer stand And in it selfe is good but euery end Vpon a mediate cause doth still depend And though by meanes at euil ends we aime Yet diuine prouidence directs the same And makes when wicked we all good neglect An euill cause produce a good effect So that sad inst●ument of wicked ill By which death doubtlesse found the way to spill This glorious worke of nature euil ment Spoile was the end and scope of his intent But heauen did frustrate what his purpose was Yet in his action suffer'd him to passe That so her ●oule shut vp in house of clay Vnworthie such a guest might find a way Vpon deaths ladder from base earth to rise For death is Honors scale to climbe the skies But woe to thee the while whose wicked hands Were instruments of death t'vnknit the bands Which in that body held so faire a mind In which soule enuies selfe no fault could find O wretched world whose crooked backe doth bow And grone beneath foure ages past yet thou As old in euill as in age dost nurse Thine owne disease and which alasse is worse Dost only yeeld thine aged pappes to those That are blacke mischiefes friends and vertues foes Thine iron age the worst of all the foure In no part good when good men did deplore Astr●as flight from hence to heauen aboue Was not so bad but that it may improue This thy last age of clay of dirt of mud Of anything more vile or void of good When euill spirits in shapes of men doe dwell And earth it selfe is made another hell Astraea then from earth to heauen did flie Because truth troden downe did helplesse lie Beneath oppression and to her was giuen That place where now she holds the scale in heauen Yet Honour with vs st●●l did seeme to stay As if from earth heauen would not take away Vertues reward till Vice did so abound That now true vertue no where can be found Or if it can yet doth it want reward The sonnes of Honor now haue no regard To baser vice greatnesse of state inclines Who●e vpstart groomes ech where in purple shines Soule-sauing vertue shames to shew her face To be true vertuous now is to be base And honestie whence Honor takes her name To those professe it is accounted shame Then happy she though haplesse we lament The absence of her noble soule which sent From Heauen at first as heauenly dew did fall Vpon this sinfull earth and finding all Too grosse end muddie where shee mig●t remaine Was through the poores of her lifes fru●t againe Exhal'd from earth by those attractiue rayes Which heauens bright sun of mercy thence displaies Where vnto her all glorie now is giu'n Astraeas selfe and all those stars in heauen Which antique times did stellifie of yore Giue honor vnto Honor euermore No part of those rare parts that did excell Whose worth no tongue much lesse thy Muse could tell● Though she oblig'd by dutie gaue th'g assay While time doth last on earth shal ere decay For heauen