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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	great_a	king_n	reason_n	2,820	5	4.6521	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A01795	A satirycall dialogue or a sharplye-invectiue conference, betweene Allexander the great, and that truelye woman-hater Diogynes	Goddard, William, fl. 1615.; Alexander, the Great, 356-323 B.C.; Diogenes, d. ca. 323 B.C.	1616 (1616)	STC 11930; ESTC S105741	24,308	48

for minde Pride keepes hir faire in eache faire wantons face And Luste keepes in theire 〈…〉 markett place Revengefull Wrath theire furious tongues doth swaie From labor drowsie Sloath their handes doth staie In syns sweete-poysned Iuyce drunken thei le be And Envie others drunken soe to see What see I not in them they are the Inns Wherein doth lodge those monstrous murdring synns Allexander FIe Cynnick thou doste blowe too bitter aire On tender blossoms which are sweetlie faire Diogynes YF shee be faire and a sharpe-witted one And honeste too a Phenix she'es alone Who hath tenn Herculesses strengths in 's loines And with a faire sharpe-witted wanton Ioyns Shall be assurd the horne on 's browe to fynd whoo 'l quench a wantons luste must quench the mind Th' are proude eache wench would bee an Allexander And by hir will ouer a world commaunder But yf not proude nor lustfullie inclind Then eyther foole or scold of hir shalt fynd Eyther of them mans patience soe would alter As they would make him straight make vse at h halter They are all naught I cannot brooke em I ●ould I were Dea●e then women all should die Allexander NAie fie Cynnick thou railst too gennerall Thou muste not for some fewe condemn em all Thou talkst as yf thou wert noe womans sonn I would th'adst trauaild but as I haue done Although th' Athenians givn are to theire will And liue a life displeasinge hatefull ill Yet since my travaile whe●● I haue beene Aboundance vertuous 〈◊〉 I haue seene Diogynes OH ya 'r a trauaylier praie are you soe Where you haue beene black swanns you haue seene too Good trauayler the hearinge I will giue you But you shall giue me leaue not to beleeue you Women are naughte I l'e talk noe more with thee And therefore naught because women they bee Allexander OH straung yf Allexander heard but thee For womens sakes I 'me sure thou 'dst punnisht be Diogynes GOe telt ' him goe I doe as little care For him as thee let both doe what you dare Tell me of him I feare him not a flie I dread not might Diogynes am I Hee s but a man I l'e ne're fa●ne for mans grace What I haue saide I l'e boldlie saye too 's face And wer 't he were as badd as women bee I d'e bite the monnark to his face shouldst see Allexander HE knowes thou wouldst in that I knowe the 〈◊〉 For I am hee for this cause here I came To heare thy wittie bluntnes and to see Whether thy sayings and thy deedes agree Come Cynnick burne this tubb and followe me And vnto noble titles Il●raise thee Diogynes THou wilt but I will not none can raise me I 'me in my tubb as greate a Kinge as th●e Who holdes the world and it's vaine trash for flight He truelie conquers it giue him his right And soe doe I therefore hudge Allexander I hold my selfe at h twaine the greatst commaunder I will not begg to rule and governe landes Onelie thy absence I le begg at thy handes I prethee pack thee hence and gett thee gone The companie still is best where is but one Goe seeke thee out an other world to wynn And putt the women of this world therein But let that world be farr enough and then Learning and virtue will encrease with men Naught else I haue to begg graunt but this suite Then henceforth euer shall my tongue rest mute FINIS YOu choyceste creatures you which god did take From-out mans selfmans comforter to make Discomfort not your selues nor be dismayd At what a dogged Cynnick here hath sayde What though sowre-churlishe-he too currish blynde Hath barkt too broadlye gainste your gentle kind Yet little doth such clouds keepe from our sights Your shynninge virtues this worldes splendanntst lights Happlye his gally ve●aym'd speech proceeds As grounded byself-doyinge divelishe deedes Dead is the dogg I hope and for your sex The spirritts doth his spirritt hottlye vex Excuse my worke it paintes the Cynnick forth And to the wise it nothinge staines your worth FINIS A MORRALL SATIRE Intituled the Owles araygnement WHen fowles could talke with reason like to men This accydent amongst em happend then Before the Prince of fowles the Owle was brought To aunswere why she did things lawles naught Her adversaries were the batt the thrush With others moe who night ' lie in the bush Shee ey her scard with skreeking fearefull cryes Or sodeynlie ere wake did them surprize Wherefore they apprehending hir did craue That they against hir might iuste Iustice haue Greate Prince quoth they to death put thou this Owle She is a vildlie living wicked fowle Vnfitt to liue all daie shee sleepes a nightes Smale birds shee kills the best and greatst she frights Breaking our quiet sleepe with the fell noyse Of manlike lure and yauling-whooping voice And therefore sou'raigne Prince wee all doe craue Since shee deserveth death death she maie haue The Eagle sternlie mild putt them a side Commaunding silens thus the Eagle cryd Come forward Owle and free thy hart from feare Speake freelie bird true iustice I doe here Before my sword of iustice Death doth strike Th' accuser and th' accusd I heare alike Bribes nor affection maks my cleare eys blind And therefore freelie feareles speak thy mind When th'owle did heare this mild speach of hir Lord Couradg shee tooke in gesture and in word Chearing hir selfe shee thus tooth Eagle cryes Impartiall iustice comes from Maiesties And since your highnes doth thus daine to heare My cause your selfe my cause I little feare For what need I quoth shee dread anie thing Being my cause is heard before my King Let murdrers quake when Iustice shakes hir rodd The Iust nere feares the Iudgment of Iust god Noe more will I since freelie plead I must In guiltles cause before a King soe iust Two accusations are against me ●ayde To be a murdrer is the first I 'me sayde The second is that I in sylent night With manlike voice smale birds and fowles afright Greate Prince I both confes but firste I le showe The cause and reason which makes me skreek soe A nightes I hollowing whoop and wondring crye But gratious Prince this is the reason why In eache place I doe see proude Babells built With cloude-braving turretts daubd-o're with gu●●t With in those Babells I doe peepe to spie The princelie presence of your maiestie But when in steed of you on bedd of strawe I see that tatling bird the Iack-adawe With admiration then awaie I flie Then lo ho ho then wo ho ho crye I. Sometimes I daringlie presume to peepe With in your Court when all your courtyers sleepe Where when I see the prating parratt grac'd And birdes of better worth for him displac'd Or when I see the plumy peacocks pride To striue to lie by 's sou'raigne Princes side And se the valiant Cock with swaines to liue That sight much wonder to my eyes doth giue With admiration then awaie I flie