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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	great_a	love_n	love_v	4,041	5	6.5654	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B00697	The wofull lamentation of Mistris Iane Shore a goldsmiths wife of London, sometimes K. Edwards concubine, who for her wanton life came to a most miserable end. Set forth for an example to all lewd women. To the tune of Liue with me.		1620 (1620)	STC 22463.5; Interim Tract Supplement Guide BR f 821.04 B49[36]	4,307	2

her naked arme did lye What her Fathers name was or where she was borne is not certainly known but her Husband Mathew Shore a yong man of right good parentage wealth and behauiour abandoned her bed after the King had made her his Concubine Kind Mathew Shore men called me A Goldsmith once of good degrée And might haue liued long therein Had not my Wife been wooed to sinne ah gentle Iane thy wanton race hath brought vs both to this disgrace Thou hadst all things at wish and will Thy wanton fancy to fulfill No London Dame or Merchants wife Did leade so sweet and braue a life then gentle Iane the truth report why leftst thou me to liue in Court Thou hadst both gold and iewels store No wife in London then had more And once a weeke to walke the field To see what pleasure it would yeeld but woe to me that liberty hath brought vs both to misery I wedded thee whilst thou wert yong Before thou knewst what did belong To husbands loue or marriage state Which brings repentance now too late thus wanton pride made thée vniust and so deceiued was my trust But when the King possest my roome And cropt the gallant Rosie bloome Faire Londons blossome and my ioy My heart was drownd in deepe annoy to thinke how vnto publike shame thy wantō loue brought my good name And then me thought each man wife In iesting sort accus'd my life And euery one to other said that Shores faire wife had wanton plaid whereby I grew in mind to change my dwelling in some country strange Then lands and goods I sold away And so from England went to sea Opprest with griefe and wofull minde But left my cause of griefe behinde my louing wife whom once I thought would neuer be to lewdnesse brought But women now I well espy Are subiect to inconstancy And few there be so true of loue But by long suite will wanton proue for flesh is fraile and women weake when kings for loue great suit do make But yet from England my depart Was with a sad and heauy heart Whereof when as my leaue I tooke I sent backe many a heauy looke desiring God if it might be to send one sigh swéet Iane to thee For if thou hadst but constant beene These dayes of woe I ne're had seene But yet I grieue ●●d mourne full sore To think what plagues are kept in store for such as carelesse tread awry the modest steps of constancy Ah gentle Iane if thou didst know The vncouth paths I daily goe And wofull teares for thee I shed For wronging thus our marriage bed then sure I know thou wouldst cōfesse my loue was true though in distresse Both Flanders France Spaine I past And came to Turky at the last And then within that mighty Court I liued long in honest sort desiring God that sits in heauen that louers sinnes might be forgiuen And there aduanc'd thy louely name Of liuing wights the fairest Dame The praise of Englands beauties stain All which thy Husband did maintaine and set thy picture there in gold for Kings and Princes to behold But when I thought vpon the sinne Thy wanton thoughts delighted in I grieu'd that such a comely face Should hold true honour in disgrace And counted it a lucklesse day wherein thou first didst goe astray Desirous then some newes to heare Of her my soule did loue so deare My secrets then I did impart To one well skild in Magike Art who in a glasse did true●● show such things as I desired to kn●● I there beheld thy Courtly stat● Thy pompe thy pride thy glor● 〈◊〉 And likewise there I did beh●●● My Iane in Edwards armes 〈◊〉 thy secret loue I there espie● thy rise thy fall and how th●● 〈◊〉 Thy naked beauty in the street I saw doe penance in a sheet Barefoote before a Beadles wand With burning Tapers in thy hand and babes not hauing vse of tongue stood pointing as thou past along Thus ended was this shame of thine Though God gaue yet no end to mine When I suppos'd thy name forgot And time had washt away the blot then in anothers Princes raigne I came to England backe againe But finding here my friends decaid The Princes lawes I disobaid And by true iustice iudg'd to dye For clipping gold in secrecie by gold was my best liuing made and so by gold my life decaid Thus haue you heard the wofull strife That came by my vnconstant wife Her fall my death wherein is she●●● The Story of a Strumpet le●● in hope thereby all wome● 〈◊〉 take héed how they the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 FINIS At London printed by G. ●