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	know_v	think_v	3,328	5	3.8263	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16765	No vvhippinge, nor trippinge: but a kinde friendly snippinge	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1601 (1601)	STC 3672; ESTC S109105	14,356	66

And tell how neere the goose the gander sits Of Hob and Sib and of such silly creatures Of Croydon sanguine and of home made features But skorne them not for they are honest people Although perhaps theyneuer saw Paules steeple But if you could you should doe better much To bend your studie to a better end And neither one nor other seeme to tuch But in such sorte as may beseeme a friend And doe no more your spirits idly spend Withierking biting skoffing and such humors As fill the world too full of wicked rumors Bring in no Verses for Authorities As in presenti and leaue out the R T is fit for Babes in their minorities Emong their formes to fall at such a iarre Necke verses are for theeues but at the Barre God blesse vs man from euer comming there A gulitie heart can scarcely reade for feare Bacchus and Ceres were the Gods below And there shall be and neuer come aboue And Claret wine will quicken wit I trowe By the Redde Crosse I sweare it is to proue But what should Scholers wine and sugar moue To bring in so Appollo and virorum When wise men smile at horum harum horum But pardon me if that I speake false Latine For lacke of learning I no scholer am My masters gowne deserues no face of Satine I neuer to degree of Master came But where smal learning might attaine the same And for a verse in Latine let me see Alas they haue too many feete for mee But let me loue that language yet of olde For Ergos sake that many a time deluded My troobled harte that knewe not what to holde Should be vpon the consequence concluded While many a Placet for his place entruded Vntill the Bell bad breake vp schoole and then Sufficient made a world of propre men And I among them not the least contented To see both Maior and the Minor cease Full many a time my hastie will repented When I haue wisht a Placet hold his peace Whose Sophystrie would so my feare increase That to be short my learning was so little As I may write my Title in a tittle Looke not therefore for arguments of Arte But from the painted cloth vpon the wall What I haue learn'd I kindely doe imparte Hoping to purchase no ill will at all Because so rudely to my worke I fall Such weakenesse my poore wits are come vnto That beasts birds must teach me what to do My Librarie is but experience The Authors Men that in my notes I finde My notes the natures of such difference As may descry each other in their kinde Where if my wit and senses be not blinde I doe perceiue in too much ill desarte Pride in a Scholer makes a foole by Arte. Blame me not then if that I iudge amisse The Sunne and Moone are my Astronomie When you beholde where all my cunning is Charge not simplicitie with villany It were enough to breede an Agony In many a man but truely not in me That make no care what ere your censure be If it be good I thanke you for good will If contrarie so contrarie come to you If it be well I can not take it ill If otherwise the like good may it doe you If kindely then as kindly let me wooe you To leaue such ierkings least they smart too sore Loue me as I doe you I aske no more But yet me thinkes I see you smile at mee As though my Rules were scarcely worth the reading And that a silly painted cloath should be The Librarie of all my learnings breeding And that my wits had need of too much weeding Oh what a burthen must my patience cary The Alehouse is the Asses Dictionary But for the Alehouse and the Painted Cloth If ought I finde there that be worth the noting Laying aside the filthy dronken froth What good I see I will not skippe the coating A good Redde Herring may be worth the bloting Better a good wit in an Alehouse sit Then finde an Alehouse in an idle wit So much in honour of my homely booke Wherein the Birds and beasts so wisely speake And so much for the notes from them I tooke To helpe such wits as will hath made too weake Into the bounds of blessed thoughts to breake Now for the natures of those notes you see What cause you haue to thinke amisse of me I will not meddle with Quae Maribus The Propria will trouble me too much Nor yet Qui mihi Discipulus Except I knew my mastership were such As somewhat might a gratious Scholer tuch No I will let the Latine lines alone And speake a few more English and be gone Let all good wits if any good there be Leaue trussing and vntrussing of their points And heare thus much although not learne of me The spirits that the Oyle of Grace annoyntes Will keepe their senses in those sacred ioynts That each true-learned Christian-harted brother Will be vnwilling to offend another And so would I for if in truthe I knewe Although it were full much against my will I should offend but any one of you That might conceiue iust cause to wish me ill I would throwe downe my Inke break my quill Ere I would write one word to such an ende As might but gaine a foe or lose a friende In kindenesse then let me entreate you this If that your leasure serue you looke it ouer And what you finde that you may take amisse Let my confession of small learning couer Let euery Poet be each others louer Let vs note follies and be warned by them But not in writing to the world descry them It is a plot among pernicious braines To breede a brawle twixt better natur'd wits By soothing sinne with humour of disdaines Vntill they fall into some raging fits Wherein the fruite but of Repentance sits But let them listen to those tongues that list Let vs not labour for a Had I wist For some will say that Arte is ill bestow'd On him that knowes not how to vse it well And he sometime may finde his wits beshrow'd That reades his lesson ere he learne to spell Marke but the truthe the painted cloath doth tell Who laies to much vpon his wits at once May happe to prooue an Ideot for the nonce Sound a mans minde before you shew his meaning For feare repentance come an houre too late Barre nor the beggers from their merry gleaning Except the Land-lord bid you keepe the gate And where you may haue loue hunt not for hate Let Poets drinke of Helicons faire fountaine But bring no Mice out of a swelling mountaine Let Noddies go to cuffes for bloudie noses Let vs but laugh to see their lack of reason Leaue them their weedes and let vs gather Roses And reap our wheat while they do pick on peason Let vs hate lies ingratitude and treason And with our friends in fond conceipts to striue And we shall be the blessed'st men aliue If that a minde be

vertue Grace into those soules inspires That are inflamed with the heauenly fires Such a good Poet good if any bee Onely in God would God that I were hee As for those fansies fictions or such fables That show in losse of time abuse of wit That neuer look't into those holy Tables Where doeth the grace of reasons glory sit And wisedome findes what is for vertue fit What ere they figure in their dark constructions They doe but little good in their instructions No poets no I write to yee in loue Let not the world haue cause to laugh at vs Let vs our mindes from such ill meanes remoue As makes good spirits for to fall out thus Let vs our causes with more care discusse Not bite nor claw nor scoffe nor check nor chide But eche mend one and ware the fall of pride Know'st thou a foole then let him leaue his folly Or be so stil and with his humour passe What hath thy wit to do with trolly lolly Must euery wise man ride vpon an Asse Take heede thou mak'st not him a looking glasse Wherein the world may too apparant see By blazing him to finde the foole in thee Hast thou espied a knaue care not to know him Lest that thy knowledge get thee little good Or if you know him doe not seeke to show him Lest that your head be fear'd to fit his hoode Such sense were better neuer vnderstoode Better to see a knaue and not to see Then to be thought a knaue as well as hee Know you a villaine let him finde his matche And show not you a Matche a villaines skill A foolish dogge at euery Curre doeth snatch Wordes haue no grace in eloquence of ill There is no wrestling with a wicked will Let passe the villaine with his villany Make thou thy match with better company Haue you acquaintance with some wicked quean Giue her good words and do not blaze her faults Looke in thy soule if it be not vncleane And knowe that Sathan all the world assaultes Iacob himselfe before the Aungell haultes Sighe for her sinne but doe not call her whore But learne of Christ to bid her sinne no more Know you a drunkeard loath his drunkennesse But doe not laie it open to his foes Least in describing his vngodlinesse You take your selfe too soundly by the nose Who hurts himselfe doth giue vnkindely blowes Winke at each faulte wish it were amended And thinke it well that 's with repentance ended Knowe you a wencher let his wenche alone Winke at his fault age will make him leaue it And though he doe not tell not Iohn of Ioane For feare that ether you may misconceaue it Or tone be hurt when tother doth perceiue it Or while you seeke to make their folly knowne It be a meane to lay abroad your owne Knowe you a Miser let him be so still And let his spirites with his metall melt Let him alone to die in his owne ill And feede not you on that which he hath felt Be not you girded in so vile a belt Rather praie for him then so raile vpon him That all the world may lay their curses on him Knowe you a Spendthrift secreatly aduise him But tell not all the worlde of his expence For if such kinde of warning you deuise him Your course maie happe to fall on such offence As may be put off with an ill defence For many a man that hath his wits asquint Would frowne to see his folly put in print Know you a Gamester let him play his game But seeke not you to cheat him of his coyne Nor to the world doe idly tell his name Whose heedlesse fancie doeth with folly ioyne That cannot see who doeth his wealth purloine Least when you name the chance that lost his stake He light on you make your noddle ake Know you a Plotter studdy not his Plots But leaue the busie to their businesse Least while you winde your wits into such knots You doe too late repent your foolishnesse And while you write of such vngodlinesse Finde ere the lines of halfe your rules be red To write of knaues doth bring a foole to bed Know you a Swaggerer let him walke along Trouble him not in either word or deed He is not borne to put vp open wrong Where euery man may of his humour read Be silent then good Poet and take heede What euer faults you in his folly see You doe not talke of such a man as he If that a great one haue a great defect Let not your thought once touch at such a thing Vnto Superious euer haue respect A Begger must not looke vpon a King Take heede I say is a most blessed thing Least if you run to farre in such a fit A foole may happe to hang for lacke of wit Learne English Prouerbs haue them wel by heart And count them often on your fingers ends Doe not your secrets to the world impart Beware your foes doe not abuse your friends Take heed of flatterers as of hellish fiends Eate vp your meat make cleane all your platters And meddle not with any princes matters Reade what is written on the painted cloth Doe no man wrong be good vnto the poore Beware the Mouse the Maggot and the Moth And euer haue an eye vnto the doore Trust not a foole a villaine not a whore Goe neat not gaie and spend but as you spare And turne the Colte to pasture with the Mare Be not a churle nor yet exceed in cheere Hold fast thine owne pay truely what thou owest Sell not too cheape and doe not buy to deare Tell but to few what secret ere thou knowest And take good heed to whom what thou shewest Loue God thy self thy wife thy childrē friend Neighbour and seruant and so make an end Beleeue no newes till they be nine dayes old Nor thē too much although the print approue thē Mistake not drosse for perfect Indian gold Nor make friends gods but as you finde them loue them And as you know them keepe thē or remooue thē Beware of beauty and affect no slutte And ware the wonne before ye cracke the nut Be neither proude nor enuious nor vnchaste Least al too late repentance ouer-take you And take good heede howe you your wealth doe waste Least fooles doe scoffe you your friends forsake you And thē the begger by the shulders shake you Giue vnto all that aske not askers all And take heed how you clime for fear you fall Doe well be true backe-bite no man be iust The Ducke the Drake the Owle do teach you so Speake what you thinke but no more then you must Least vnawares you make your friend your fo Be warie sayes the Crane bee wise the Crowe Be gentle humble courteous meeke milde And you shall be your mothers blessed childe Be loyall sayes the Lyon for your life Be firme and constant sayes the Elephant The Doue bids you be louing to your wife Be carefull sayes