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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	good_a	life_n	see_v	2,826	5	3.2572	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13448	The fearefull summer, or, Londons calamity, the countries courtesy, and both their misery by Iohn Taylor.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1625 (1625)	STC 23754; ESTC S531	12,976	32

will soone forsake And no man dares his mittimus to make Thus Citizens plagu'd for the Citty sins Poore entertainment in the Country winnes Some feare the Citty and flye thence amaine And those are of the Countrey fear'd againe Who'gainst thē barre their windowes their doores More thē they wold 'gainst Turks or Iewes or Moores I thinke if very Spaniards had come there Their welcome had beene better and their cheare Whilst Hay-cock lodging with hard slender fare Welcome like dogs vnto a Church they are Feare makes them with the Anabaptists joyne For if an Hostesse doe receiue their coyne She in a dish of water or a paile Will new baptize it least it something aile Thus many a Citizen well stor'd with Gold Is glad to lye vpon his mother molde His bed the map of his mortality His curtaines clouds and Heau'n his Canopie The russet plow-swaine and the Leathren Hinde Through feare is growne vnmannerly vnkinde And in his house to harbour hee 'll prefer An Infidell before a Londoner Milke-maides and Farmers wiues are growne so nice They thinke 2 Cittizen 2 Cockatrice And country Dances are wax'd so coy and briske They shun him as they 'll shun a Basiliske For euery one the sight of him would fly All feareing he would kill them with his eye Ah woefull London I thy greife bewaile And if my sighs and prayers may but prevaile I humbly beg of God that hee 'le be pleas'd In Iesus Christ his wrath may be appeas'd With holding his dread Iudgements from aboue And once more graspe thee in his armes of loue In Mercy all our wickednes remit For who can give thee thankes within the pit Strange was the change in lesse then 3 monthes space In joye in woe in grace and in disgrace A healthfull Aprill a diseased Iune And dangerous Iulie brings all out of tune That citty whose rare obiects pleas'd the eyes With much content and more varieties She that was late delightfull to the eares With melodye Harmonious like the Spheares She that had all things that might please her tast That was by Skies or Earth or Seas embrac'd All odoures and perfumes to please the sent And all she felt did giue her touch content Her Cinque porte sences richly fed and cloy'd With blessings bountifull which she enjoy'd Now 3 monthes change hath fill'd it full with feare As if no Solace euer had beene there What doe the eyes see there but greiued sights Of sicke oppressed and distressed wights Houses shut vp some dying and some dead Some all amazed flying and some fled Streetes thinly man'd with wretches euery day Which haue no power to flee or meanes to stay Dead Coarses carried and recarried still Whil'st fifty Corpses scarce one graue doth fill With LORD HAVE MERCIE VPON VS on the dore Which though the words be good doth greiue men sore And o're the dore-postes fix'd a crosse of red Be tokening that there Death some bloud hath shed Some with Gods marks or tokens doe espie Those Marks or Tokens shew them they must die Some with their Carbuncles and sores new burst Are fed with hope they haue escap'd the worst Thus passeth all the weeke till Thursdaies Bill Shewes vs what thousands Death that weeke did kill That fatall Bill doth like a razor cut The dead the liuing in a maze doth put And he that hath a Christian heart I know Is greiu'd and wounded with the deadly blowe These are the obiects of the Eye now heare And marke the mournefull musick of the Eare. There doe the brazen Iron toung'd loud bells Deaths clamorous rauisick Ring continuall knells Some lofty in their notes some sadly towling Whil'st fatall doggs make a most dismall howling Some frantick raueing some with anguish crying Some singing praying groneing and some dying The healthfull grieuing and the sickly groaning All in a mournefull diapason moaning Here Parents for their Childrens losse Lament There Childrens greife for parents life that spent Here Sister mournes for sister Kin for Kin As one greife ends another doth begin There one lies languishing with slender fare Small comfort lesse attendance and least care With none but Death and he to tugge together Vntill his corps and soule part each from either In one house one or two or three doth fall And in another Death plaies sweep-stake all Thus vniuersall sorrowfull complaining Is all the musicke now in London raigning Thus is her comfort sad Calamity And all her Melody is Maladie These are the obiects of the eyes and eares Most wofull sights and sounds of greiues and feares The curious tast that whilome did delight With cost and care to please the Apetite What she was wont to hate she doth adore And what 's high priz'd she held despis'd before The drugs the drenches and vnto othsome drinks Feare giues a sweetnes to all seuerall stinks And for supposed Antidotes each Palate Of most contagious weedes will make a Sallate And any of the simplest Mountebankes May cheat them as they will of Coine and thankes With scraped powder of a shoeing horne Which they 'le beleeue is of an Vnicorne Angelicoes distastfull roote is gnaw'd And hearbe of Grace most Ruefully is chaw'd Garlick offendeth neither tast nor smell Feare and opinion makes it rellish well Whilst Beazar stone and mighty Methridate To all degrees are great in estimate And Triacles power is wounderously exprest And Dragon Water in most high request These 'gainst the Plague are good preseruatiues But the best cordiall is t' amend our liues Sinn 's the maine cause and we must first begin To cease our greifes by ceasing of our sinne I doe beleeue that God hath giuen in store Good medicines to cure or ease each sore But first remoue the cause of the disease And then no doubt but the effect will cease Our sinnes the Cause remoue our sinnes from hence And God will soone remoue the Pestilence Then euery med'cine to our consolation Shall haue his power his force his operation And till that time Experiments are not But Paper walls against a Canon shott On many a post I see Quack saluers Bills Like Fencers Challenges to shew their skills As if they were such masters of defence That they dare combate with the Pestilence Meete with the plague in any deadly fray And bragge to beare the victorie away But if their patients patiently beleeue them They 'le cure thē without faile of what they giue thē What though ten thousand by their drenches perish They made them purposely themselues to cherish Their Art is a meere Artlesse kind of lying To pick their lyueing out of others dying This sharp inuectiue no way seemes to touch The learn'd Phisitian whom I honour much The Paracelsians and Galennists The Philosophicall graue Herbalists These I admire and reuerence for in those God doth dame Natures secrets fast inclose Which they distribute as occasions serue Health to reserue and health decai'd conserue 'T is 'gainst such Rat-catchers I bend my pen Which doe