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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	good_a	just_a	law_n	2,761	5	4.7834	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A73861	The battaile of Agincourt Fought by Henry the fift of that name, King of England, against the whole power of the French: vnder the raigne of their Charles the sixt, anno Dom. 1415. The miseries of Queene Margarite, the infortunate wife, of that most infortunate King Henry the sixt. Nimphidia, the court of Fayrie. The quest of Cinthia. The shepheards Sirena. The moone-calfe. Elegies vpon sundry occasions. By Michaell Drayton, Esquire.	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.	1631 (1631)	STC 7191; ESTC S109888	153,591	328

slander dumbe Your vertue then had perish'd neuer priz'd For that the same you had not exercis'd And you had lost the Crowne you haue and glory Neuer had you beene the subiect of my Story Whilst they feele Hell being damned in their hate Their thoughts like deuils them excruciate Which by your noble sufferings doe torment Them with new paines and giues you this content To see your soule an innocent hath suffered And vp to heauen before your eyes be offered Your like wee in a burning Glasse may see When the Sunnes rayes therein contracted be But on some obiect which is purely white We find that colour doth disperce the light And stands vntainted but if it hath got ●ome little sully or the least small spot Then it soone fiers it so you still remaine Free because in you they can finde no staine God doth not loue them least on whom he layes The great'st afflictions but that he will praise Himselfe most in them and will make them fit Near'st to himselfe who is the Lambe to fit For by that touch like perfect gold he tryes them Who are not his vntill the world denies them And your example may worke such effect That it may be the beginning of a Sect Of patient women and that many a day All Husbands may for you their Founder pray Nor is to me your Innocence the lesse ●n that you striue not to suppresse Their Barbarous malice but your noble heart Prepar'd to act so difficult a part With vnremoued constancy is still The same it was that of your proper ill Th' effect proceeds from your owne selfe the cause Like some iust Prince who to establish lawes ●uffers the breach at his best lou'd to strike ●o learne the vulgar to endure the like You are a Martir thus nor can you be Lesse to the world so valued by me If as you haue begun you still perseuer Be euer good that I may loue you euer An Elegie vpon the death of the Lady Pe●elope Clifton MVst I needes write whose hee that can refuse He wants a mind for her that hath no Muse The thought of her doth heau'nly rage inspire Next powerfull to those clouen tongues of fire Since I kn●w ought time neuer did allow Mee stuffe fit for an Elegie till now When France and England's Henry's dy'd my quill Why I know not but it that time lay stil 'T is more then greatnesse that my spirit must raise To obserue custome I vse not to praise Nor the least thought of mine yet ere depended On any one from whom she was descended That for their fauour I this way should wooe As some poore wretched things perhaps may do● I gaine the end whereat I only ayme If by my freedome I may giue her fame Walking then foorth being newly vp from bed O Sir quoth one the Lady Cl●ffto●s dead When but that reason my sterne rage withstood My hand had sure beene guilty of his blood If shee be so must thy rude tongue confesse it Quoth I and com'st so coldly to expresse it Thou shouldst haue giuen a shreek to make me fear the That might haue stain what euer had bin neere the Thou shuldst haue com'nlike time W th thy sca●p bar And in thy hands thou shouldst haue brought thy haire Casting vpon me such a dreadfull looke As seene a spirit or th'adst beene thunder strooke And gazing on mee so a little space Thou shouldst haue shot thine eye-balls in my face Then falling at my feet thou shouldst haue sayd O she is gone and Nature with her dead With this ill newes amaz'd by chance I past By that neere groue whereas both first and last I saw her not three moneths before shee dy'd When though full Summer gan to vaile her pride And that I saw men lead home ripened Corne Besides aduis'd me well I durst haue sworne The lingring yeare the Autumne had adiourn'd And the fresh spring had been againe return'd Her delicacie louelinesse and grace With such a Summer brauely deckt the place But now alas it lookt forlorne and dead And where she stood the fading leaues were shed Presenting onely sorrow to my sight O God thought I this is her Embleme right And sure I thinke it cannot but bee thought That I to her by prouidence was brought For that the Fates fore-dooming she should die Shewed me this wondrous Master-peece that I Should sing her funerall that the world should know it That heauen did thinke her worthy of a Poet My hand is fatall nor doth fortune doubt For what it writes not fire shall e'r race out A thousand silken Puppets should haue died And in their fulsome Coffins putrified Ere in my lines you of their names should heare To tell the world that such there euer were Whose memory shall from the earth decay Before those rags be worne they gaue away Had I her god-like features neuer seene Poore sleight Report had told me she had beene A hansome Lady comely very well And so might I haue died an Infidell As many doe which neuer did her see Or cannot credit what she was by me Nature her selfe th●t b●fore Art prefers To goe beyond all our Cosmogaphers By Charts and Maps exactly that haue showne All of this earth that euer can be knowne For that shee would beyond them all d●scry What Art could not by any mortall eye A Map of Heauen in her rare features drue And that she did so liuely and so true That any soule but seeing it might sweare That all was perfect heauenly that was there If euer any Painter were so blest To draw that face which so much hean'n exprest If in his best of skill he did her right I wish it neuer may come in my sight I greatly doubt my faith weake man lest I Should to that face commit idolatry Death might haue tyth'd her sex but for this one Nay haue ta'n halfe to haue let her alone Such as their wrinckled temples to supply Cyment them vp with ●luttish Mercury Such as vndrest were able to affright A valiant man approching him by night Death might haue taken such her end deferd Vntill the time she had beene climaterd When she would haue bin at threescore yeres and three Such as our best at three and twenty be With enuy then he might haue ouerthrowne her When age nor time had power to sease vpon her But when the vnpittying Fates her end decreed They to the same did instantly proceed For well they knew if she had languish'd so As those which hence by naturall causes goe So many prayers and teares for her had spoken As certainly their Iron lawes had broken And had awak'd heau'n who clearely would haue show'd That change of Kingdoms to her death it ow'd And that the World still of her end might thinke It would haue let some neighboring mountain sinke Or the vast Sea it in on vs to cast As Seuerne did about some fiue yeares past Or some sterne Comet his curld top to reare Whose