Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	good_a	great_a	people_n	3,792	5	4.4298	3	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05599	Scotlands vvelcome to her native sonne, and soveraigne lord, King Charles wherein is also contained, the maner of his coronation, and convocation of Parliament; the whole grievances, and abuses of the common-wealth of this kingdome, with diverse other relations, never heretofore published. Worthy to be by all the nobles and gentry perused; and to be layed vp in the hearts, and chests of the whole commouns, whose interests may best claime it, either in meane, or maner, from which their priuiledges, and fortunes are drawne, as from the loadstar of true direction. By William Lithgovv, the bonaventure, of Europe, Asia, and Africa.	Lithgow, William, 1582-1645?	1633 (1633)	STC 15716; ESTC S108590	34,052	62

Papist Lords its hard to say Whether the Pope or Thee they best obey For Mee I will not count them nor make doubt But they may soone be tould being here left out But this I may avouch though they 're enclynd In show to Thee Rome keeps their heart and mynd Contayning more seven Hills within her walles And why not too their silly Hearts and Saules For there are holes and Caues and ruind Pits And Vineyards too to which my Papist flits Yea stinking Pudles of Sodomitick lyues Where best the Boy with the Cardinall thryues Yea and this Pope Vrban ones my Protector To Masculine mis'rye was Architector Witnesse Bullogne Ravenna Ferrare Torine Ancona too plac'd by the Adrian Marine What then Romes Legat that 's now Pope committed It were an odious thing to be omitted For when my Youths he then surnamd my head Came to him seeking succour O! then with speed If that the face was good he soone calld in And gaue them Crownes with blak Gomorrahaes sin Witnesse Iack Ogelbie thou canst report What way this Pope thy screeking Bomb did court For which this Lad beene grieu'd in very spight He stole nyne hundreth Crownes and took the flight From this same Pope then Card'nall Barbarino And came to Venice crossd the Alpes to Rhino I could tell tyme and place and how he vsd This Youth with many moe whom he abusd But now Divell fetch him what should I reveale He lou'd my Lads posteriour parts too wele In Rome and Italy was never seene A greater Sodomit than he hath beene He was my Scots Protector and infected them With beastly filthinesse so he protected them Then heere 's their Pope his Holinesse indeed CHRISTS Viccar St. Peters heyre their Churches head O! Monster against Nature O Desolation O filthy Wretch O vyld abomination Downe stinking Sow downe Beast to Plutoes Cell In stead of Heaven keepe there the Ports of Hell Now Priest haue with thee for a single bout For well could I if tyme seru'd paynt thee out What 's now thy Masse come tell me nay its such A foolish sopprie that I dare avouch It is the sink of Sinne the nest of errour The gulfe of Superstition and the Mirrour Of blinded Ignorance whose mumbling mood Even in the action is not vnderstood And there 's the Masse Idolatrie compleets The Priest his owne Creator frames and eats But more thy Blasphemy O subtile foxe That dares to lock thy GOD within a Boxe To be consum'd with Mothes and wormish gnats Yea worne with Tyme and eaten vp with Rats As for thy Miracles and penny pardons Thy purging Pit Indulgences and Guerdons I know what thou confessd thou touldst mee plaine They were but forged leyes for getting gayne I could at length show hundreths of like errours Whose works and wayes of Hell are meerest Mirrours O what delusions and what Divelish drifts Of cursd suggestions in the jugling shifts Of false Opinion intricat their braines With blind diversion and with halting straynes Of bould Presumption thus dare cast the Mould Of their incestuous lust for now behould They trust in their owne labours and degresse From GODS true worship in their mumbling Masse But for my Noble Brood and crew of Papists They liue more by opinion as do Atheists Than any sound construction for tradition Is all they looke for in their superstition Yet when my Church threats excomunication As soone they find some wrested dispensation Or els forbearance why Because they 're Earles And court Thy Court to beg Thy favour Charles Let this be help'd for both to hould and hunt Is more than ever sound Religion wont And call to minde what David he would do First clenge his house and then his Kingdome too Say if the Spring be sowre how can the streame Be sweet or how can light from darknesse gleam● For great Ones they are Presidents and may Bring good or bad into a commoun swey So People by example more than Loue Are brought to follow what Superiours moue O! if I might as Pastors ought and should GODS judgements show and not for flattry hould I soone would show the cause why GODS offended And plagues vs so in all our drifts intended But now allace Mens earthly mynded ●avour Can wound their zeale and blind their sight for favour Yet of all Preachers which my bounds contayne There 's onely Ramsay of Drumfreis takes payne To curb and to convert or els bring vnder These stinging Wasps of ignorance the wonder For he is placd in midst of the worst fry Of all these Locusts which GODS word deny But true it is these Idole-servers may Laugh at our coldnesse in good works this day There is no Charity nor true intent By the disposers of it done or meant As ringing Bells cite others to the Church But they themselues neu'r enter at the Porch So many Cymballs sound through diverse throates And rayse their voyces contrare to their notes Whilst all their Tunes in such distracted mirth Are clog'd with clay heart-grown vnto the Earth Which LITHGOVVS surveigh of my bounds I know More amply shall in plainer tearmes show There 's heere a mystery which few can tell Vnles Theology the passage spell Yet aboue all let Priests and Papists be For●'d to convert or banish'd quite from Mee And show them no more ruth then they show Myne In Spaine and Rome who strictly punish Thyne For it stands good that lyke for lyke againe Should be inflictd lyke punishment lyke paine Now touch I Menstrie fraught with crimson flames Of Acedalian fyre whom Hymen frames The Muses Darling whilst Appollo vowes To sit betwene the Temples of his browes And there knit Garlands twist with Delphian bayes To crowne his sacred strayne with divyne prayse Whence hee proclaymes him Prince of Poets all That ever Albion bred or could enstall But what I most admyre and must commend Are these his rare adventures he do'th send Hence t' Americk whence Cannada confynes His new layd limits Reason too combynes A constant resolution there to plant My Noua Scotia where nothing can want For grounds both fat and fertile their cur●ing plaines Are cled with Woods there wealth to Countrey Swaines May copiously aryse Their Rye and Wheat With Cornes and grayne might soone be brought compleet There Pastorage excells their fish abound There flying Foule and speedy Cerfs are found The Soyle a Climat cleare the Seasons fayre Where fragrant fruits surpasse Hearbs grow most rare To which if that my Nobles would but lend Their helping hands and their provision send Of Folks and Bestiall Seed and euery thing O what encrease should this Plantation bring In doing which they should enlarge my Name Making my bowells famous in their fame And to which end I vow my Pilgrime would Adventure too provyding he had gould There CHRIST shall be professd the Gospell preachd And savage Bruites borne there Salvation teachd For which braue Menstrie in his matchles merit Shall prayse on Earth reward

made loueles Law For if the English Preest be not Palmestrat He will not marry they turne Ambodextrat How can like Nup●ialls stand and stand with reason Although the preest conjoynes them O! what treason Of fugitive deceat is this to see When mine owne brood from my kynd bowells flee From Parents loue from lawfull Pastors pow'r For to be matchd by stealth and would devoure Religion into shame whilst thou base Preist Turnes back from being Preacher to a Beast What canst thou say if such incestuous be Els vyld Ad●ltrers brand with infamie Or els betrothd to others at which tyme Perhaps lyable to some criminall cryme And dares thou brand thy selfe and marryage stayne For one poore peece of gold for three or twayne Nay as by vnlawfullnes they come to it Euen as vnlawfull art thou call'd to doe it O! Prelats then and Iudges of this Land Which both for Church and State should justly stand Away with this O let such Nuptialls bee Hel'd as injust and punishd rigrously Now for conceald Moneyes I dare protest The searching of them breeds a commoun Pest The Purcifant he goes abroad to summond Thome Will and Dick the heard scarce worth a Dunmond This Ambodextrat Villane he warnes All Before the Exchequer and if they fayle A penaltye ensues els fill his hand Or goe for Edinburgh where come they stand Wai●iag and waiting to be try'd and heard The Messinger he comes not they 're debard From audience and dismissd and thus they 're crost With paynes great charges and their labour lost Then judge great Sir and yee my Iudges judge If this and lyke wracks not the Ploughing Drudge For Chamberlaues Baillyes and Lairds Court Clarkes I see the Projects of their subtile warks The first they fat themselues by greed by stealth And out of ruyne worke their Mynes of wealth Bringing most Lords to nought els in such debt That they 're not able out of it to get The Baillie oft makes crooked the right causes Takes from both Factions brybes with fals forgd clauses will haue deceat calld trueth if not the Baillie Will make the Plaintives part a double Faillie The Clarks exact on all they will haue feyes Payd and repayd for Acts although but leyes Then help these faults yee Earles Lords and Knights And let Domestick Servants rule your rights Yea serious bee your selues to ta●e a count Of all your dewtyes as your Fathers wount So shall your States and Rents encrease and stand And poore Oppressd ones freed from Factors hand As for my Kyne and Cattell they 're transported And Sheep with Gallowedian Nages consorted To all the English quarters heere and there Lea●ing my fields halfe destitute and bare Of their wont plenty and aboundance great Of all kind Bestiall that content could get But see this droving and this caryeing out Makes flesh both scarce and deare all where about That now few houses great or small are kept As they were wont being thus of Cattell stript And if it were not for good store of fish There many Mouths would find an emptie Dish Then cause this Sir be helpd by strait restraint To quench the murmure of a gen'rall plaint Now come I to my Cornes my Wheat and Talloun Myne Yarne Linning-Cloth Oyle many a galloun Salmon Salt Herrings Killing Sethes and Colle With Skin and Hyde transported still to Polle Of which I grant there 's some might spared bee For mutuall Commerce and Commoditie But for my Wheat my Talloun and my Hyde Let them be fenss'd within my selfe to byde That Leather growing cheap Woemen may weare More fyner Shoes for Leather now is deare And so is tawning Tawners haue such crosses With taxd Gabelloes miserable losses I will not here insist although I could Lay open this infliction as I should But since the maner makes the meane so plaine I 'le stryke no deeper in a bleeding veyne And should my Cornes be caryed to thy soes For foure or fyve Mens ends should gen'rall woes Be sowne abroad this Kingdome should Dearth be rays'd When wee haue equall-plenty God bee prays'd Fy fy on sinfull greed O shameles blot That Merchands would haue dearth when GOD will not Nay they will pay before hand rayse the pryce For which my Lords approue them in their vyce And why because they gayne but ah alas The Tennents left into a woefull cace Thus Pollicie breads famine and base greed Brings wealth to Churles to my Commouns need Then Royall Sir prefer my Commounweale Aboue cursd Misers never truely deale And for transporting Cornes let Acts be made Hence forth they may at home bee stopd and stay'd There other Towne-bred Merchands too I know Vnder a peeuish Puritanick show Of yea and nay forsooth it s so and ban not It s good the Pryce is small cheaper I can not Would weight a Mans purse with his Lyfe and worse With fals Hipocrisie themselves they curse When neither Conscience Religion nor Trueth They more respect than Harlotes do of Youth But serving Tymes they serve their ends and why For gayne they sell and for to gayne they buy By 〈…〉 they care nor fordeceat 〈…〉 of their vpstart State 〈…〉 faishood eu'ry way 〈…〉 turnes Merchand pay 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉 Man that can deceaue His 〈◊〉 though he play the errand Knave 〈◊〉 their wit on guyle they make their drift 〈…〉 craf● to court each Catchpole shift Whilst neither Law nor Reason they regard 〈◊〉 death transport them to their last reward Now where are all my robust Gallants where Are my Bellona-Threatners doe and dare Nay here 's the very Quintissence of trueth That Peace and Idlenes haue spoyld my Youth With Cards and Drunkennesse lashivious Lust And all Prophanenes swearing and distrust That now their Bodyes are not half so strong As Nature l●nt them to giue or free wrong And growne effeminat weare Woemens loks Freize-hanging combd o're Shoulders Necks and Cloks That many doubt if they bee Mayds or Men Till that their Beards sprout foorth and then they ken And yet their shame hangs still about their Heads Whilst shaking Ha●re approue their foolish deeds Saint Paul forbids it and hee tells them playne In doing which they 're more then shameles vayne And Absaloms Lyfe hayre-hung betwene two Trees Might be a Cauiat for such vanities For Manly excercise is shreudly gone Foot-ball and Wrestling throwing of the Stone Iumping and breathing practises of Strength Which taught them to endure hard things at length And now T●bacco that base stinking weed That Indian witchcraft smeaking in their head Turnes Virile Acts and delicat discourse To Pet and Pypes reciprocall recourse Nay they 're so bent though when it s spent to flashes They 'le smoake it out even Asses sucking Ashes It was a damn'd devyce a fatall curse To honesty and health and to the Purse It spoyles their Memory and blinds their sight Dryes vp the moisture of the carnall Wight It smarts the brayne and stupifiy'th the Wit Benumbes the

Stations to decay And no great wonder how can they abide When Thou and Thine shall els where still resyde For Edinburghs fortresse it stoutely stands High-tip-toe rockd o'relooking Sea and Lands Where Iames the Iust of blest renowne thy Syre Was borne and got the Crowne of this Empyre Would Soundbroughhead in Zetland were intrenchd And Skalloway neare Laxford too reflanchd And that Orcadian Kirkwall eke rampierd With Cafasound that harbour much admir'd Then would these Iles Septentrion safer bee When made defensiue gainst the Hostile S●● But for most other parts few can offend them S●a-sandy Shelfs and Craggy Coasts defend them As for my westerne Iles they need no hould Each ●●ander himselfe is Bulwark bould Yet Sir looke to it least my Forts decay And these thy Mansions fall and rot away Now come I to Land-passages and see I find defects would GOD could helped bee Where are these Bridges over Rivers plac'd Which sometymes haue my Body maynely grac'd Nay they 're ruind els vtterly decay'd Whose vntected Arches spoi●'d are quite deray'd Most waters now haue neither Bridge nor Boat Which makes so many sink or helplesse float What should I speake of Perths outragious Tay That shortly twyse hath tane her Bridge away But wayle the losse that Towne receav'd thereby And for remeed to Thee my Sou'raigne cry O Gracious Sir cause build that Bridge againe And flank each Columne with hornd Arches twaine T●● stones more long and larger than before The Arches wyder doubling on each Shoare Which made more high and wyde the strugling flood May ca●mely vent and not proue half so rude For which good work the Countrey being easd Thou shalst be praisd and GOD therein well pleasd There many other Rivers Brookes and Strands Streames Rills and Torrents march-divyding Lands Would faine be bridg'd made passable and plank'd Men might find way and Benefactors thank'd But where 's the Earle Baron Laird or Knight Will prove so charitable though he might 〈◊〉 there 's no Commoun-wealth nor commoun works 〈◊〉 of them building Nests for Chimney Storks But to 〈◊〉 trueth in times past and of late 〈…〉 and Cl●ister had their swagg●ing state Th●se good and beneficiall deeds abounded Which now by vs are ruind rent and wounded And yet my Nobles brooke these Tythes and rents Supply'd this charge which many one repents For them what good they doe therewith it s knowne They fat thems●lues then leaue it to their owne Then to helpe this cause eu'ry Land-Lord lo Through whose just bounds thy Market Streets do goe To build sustaine repayre what 's in decay And over lets to make free passage way But if this task may seeme to great for one Then let the Shyre helpe him where it 's done And as the work to modifie the meane Wherein the vulgars formost still are seene So shall this Nation blesse Thee praise them too When Landed Men this Christian good shall do Now for my losses by the Hostile Sea These long fiue yeares in numbers many be The Divelish Dunkirker ransacks my Ships And with the scourge of Pryde my fortune whips Along the shivring tops of rouzing billowes Menassing Mars and Neptune all he swallowes Within the throat of Hatred and he fills Their Flandrian Ports with Masts as high as Hills My Men are captiues and their goods are lost To them and theirs thy foe of too free cost Enjoyeth all and then at randon lets Mens liues and freedome if he ransome gets And ly even as they please on Aermouths coast Or Humber mouth where all my Ships are lost Where then my Cursars Where thy Men of war Nay when they see them hover off a far And basely suffer thine Enemies to prey Vpon thy subjects making no supply If this be right or if warres be intended I wish a better course els they were ended Besides these Sea-bred griefs ah now I see Through spatious Europe a deformitie What strange combustions tumults and vproares Are here and there alwhere the Sword it goares O wretched Tyme most barbarous and rude To see the Christian World drunk dead with blood And not one Kingdome left without cursd jarres So vniversall are these woefull warres Kings against Kings Nation against Nation Perfites the Prophecy of Desolation The like deludge reciprocating stryfe Was not since last Rome lost her Tribune lyfe O woefull warre which lessens wealth and strength And brings the ruynes of ruine at length It doth dishonour Honour and degrad The mighty Man from what his greatnesse had Even like the rage of the impetuous flood Debording from his banks leaues slyme and mood To choke the fertile plaines supplants the rootes Of Hearbs and Trees defaceth quite the fruits Of grapes and grayne and often breaks the walls Of strongest Townes whereon destruction falls Even so the fury of the bloody Warre In breking downe the bonds of Peace debarre The links of Loue and Alliance quite defaceth The libertie of Nature and disgraceth The ornaments of Tyme and cuts the throat Of Martiall Darlings then casts vp the lot Of desolation which destroyeth all Which can to meane or mighty Men befall What though to lyfe we all but one way came Yet diverse wayes we go out of the same So fatall Sword decrees Deaths worst and best Man 's Epilogue to be nunc mortuus est Then heere 's the Catastrophe warfare brings For Pre●er losse the present thought of things As Christendome may curse that Counte of Torne The day that he was got bred breathd or borne For diverse causes in Matthias tyme Which ah of late turn'd to a vulgar cryme So may a lesser World a greater cur●e Impose on some whose ruind drifts were worse But tush let Fortune wag the Balls runne on The Wheele in pieces chatter all is One There is a day when Tyme shall bring to dust There falshood and false houours most injust Let Caperculion Musick Nigromancers French fidling playes and blind dissembling Dauncer● Enveigle heavie Tymes and runne the Snout Of trecherie vpon a fakeles rout There is a Maskerat will ones discover The lenth twixt Reize and Calz from Calz to Do●●r Take heed of Sinons teares take heed of this False-smyling Clepho with a Iudas kisse Mongst sweetest flowres the link-layd Serpents ly And lurking sting the harmelese goers by So vnder fairest words the fal●est heart Doth pry and dyue to work some grievous smart For it is incident to Courteours still To speak one way and haue another will But much more in the Minion who pretends A Sou'raigne Mateship for his trechrous ends Which though his greatnesse springs not from true merit But from the pow'r of loue which Kings inherit Yet often and too often ab I find That Kingly favours breed a false false mynd And seldome eu'r escapes without retort So doubtful are the dangers of a Court. So present tymes may for example trade On Duke de Lerma whom Don Phillip made His Mineon and his Oracle his guide The King being simple meek and