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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	see_v	2,413	5	3.3274	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19911	A select second husband for Sir Thomas Ouerburie's wife, now a matchlesse widow	Davies, John, 1565?-1618.; Overbury, Thomas, Sir, 1581-1613. Wife, now a widowe.	1616 (1616)	STC 6342; ESTC S109367	27,255	98

hee did ascend Whence brightly falling grac't a gloomy end A Friend of Faith or Heau'ns most faithfull Friend Still pray'd to know the number of his Dayes To be prepar'd the better for his Ende Then hee that knowes his latest moment stayes On ●…rer Ground thogh neer Deaths horrid house Than they that stād on Rocks more dangerous A prease of People prest to pray for grace For him that dies at heau'ns bright gates do beat And wings make of their Words to fanne the Face Of Highest Iustice so to coole her heate This was His priuiledge that so did die Heau'd vp to Heauen past reach of Infamie A violent-death then to the soule is mild But on the BED of Death most sterne is Hee Where oft he makes our Minds Manners wild Then Grace nor Nature with it doth agree But Hee Al-wise repos'd in Passions strife Held this strait Death the easiest dore of LIFE The force of feare those succors oft betray Which Reason offers but this ill-good Man No councell held with feare in Deaths affray But in his Triall tryde what Reason can Affoord for fence without distracted mood So made his worst of Ill his best of Good To fall from Fortune sitting on her Knee From Wife and Children and what else is deare Yet from the helpes of Reas'n not once to flee Is compleat Uertue making Uice to cleare Her way to GLORY through shames nether hell This Cast was ill but thus he plaid it well So well a Cast so ill is seldome plaid Scarse in a world of Time we meete with such whose worth too cheap imploid in iudgmēt waid Was found more deare then cleare on tryals Touch Abstracting from his fault worth makes his fame To fly to heau'n to glorifie his shame If those in this sadde Playes Catastrophe Play their dire Parts no worse all Dignitie Is lesse then is their Blisse and gloryes-Sea Wherein ore-wholm'd they shall still liuing dye But Courage comes frō Heau'n it must giue That Worth in Death on which Fame still shall liue But t' is an Hell to all voluptuous hearts To leaue Youth Beauty Honors Wealth and all That 's deere to Sense to play such dismall parts And from the height of State with shame to fall But what of pure necessitie must bee Must well be borne to honor high-Degree For publike-hate though for the hatefull'st Cause Will soone be turn'd to Loue by playing well Unpittyed parts Nay it makes Iustice pawse Ere doome them death who neere it so excell Thogh Common-hate the great'st Offenders teares Yet it bewails their wel-born death with Teares For though it burne as quenchlesse yet it is Extinguisht quite by seeing loth'd ones play Beloued Parts in Death or Miseries Their Eyes that hold their hearts their hearts doe sway A ruthfull Obiect though most loath'd before Is pittyed when fell Spight can doe no more O Diu'll how canst thou beeing as thou wast In thy Creation most Angelicall And but in Will for one prowd Thought disgrac't How canst thou ioy in so much griefe of all Why art so prest but on meere Fraylties Spells For Mankindes plague to leaue the nether Hells What Charmes and Incantations haue such strength As frō those Holls to hale thee there being bound With Chaines of Darknesse of the shortest length Lyes it in their words Sense or in their sound No t is no word of Reprobation can Command thy Seruice but to cousin Man Thou art a Spirit and therefore canst thou looke Into the Brest of NATVRE and thence take Her chiefest Secrets from the darkest Nooke Or Loue or Lust t'enflame enrage or slake Thou canst by such make Puppets tho of lead To strike Desire in liuely'st Bodyes dead Thou on the Bodyes oft of blessed Soules Hast leaue to vse thy pow'r in various kindes But for theyr Good else Hee thy pow'r controules That guards their souls frō harm trō ill their minds Yet waking and asleepe thou canst to fight Produce but Shades to make the Minde too light And Mindes so light will lightly nothing weigh Of Shame and heauyest Death that lye betweene Them and their Ends who make it but a Play To drowne a Comedye through hate and teene In Blood and Bane such Turners were of late Asturnd vpō these Poles such Spheares of Fate Can Witch-craft in the Abstract so bewitch The Mindes of those of Minde and Meanes to be So base for Lucre so to touch Shames Pitch As still will cleaue to theyr Posteritie But Charmes can make no soules to sinne so sore But such as GRACE had less for sinne before Now prostrate let me deer Liege turne my speech To thee who in thy Iustice lookst ' like God No such Crime spat'st thou yet stād'st in the Breach Thy Iustice makes to stay Heau'ns iustest rod So thou like God dost grieue whē thou hast cause To cut off those whom thou hast made by lawes And though thou lose their Bodyes with iust griefe To please thy iuster Iustice yet thy Care Deare Care to giue their fainting soules reliefe Yer Death giues leisure so doost spoyle and spare In iust Ires grace that tho thou them forgo The HEAD doth with the Members suffer so Drad Lord I would thy patience were not prou'd So much with crimes of so immense extent And that thou sphear of all our State wert mou'd Vpon no aduerse Poles of discontent So should thy lower spheares of rule obay But thine and moue as thine their diffrent sway The Care 's a Canker to thy sacred life Thou hast to keepe thy compound people one Twixt worlds of aduerse powrs are worlds of strife Which humane-powre can scarce in shew attone O then who weighs a Burden of such stresse But is opprest with weight past Heauinesse But we that lie as farre from wealth as warres In low obscuritie of state do see With sight the more contracted all the starres That light to see thy cause of iealousie Whose oppositions in thy spheare of Pow'r Oft giue for which we grieue thee cause to low'r But as an Arch of many stones composd Would fall but that they one another let So may their odds in thy states Arch inclosd Make it more euen so more strength to get Though one Stone fall to ruine let his place Be soon supplyd by one of greater grace Then the more weight of powre they do sustaine The firmer will the ARCH be to vphold Thine HONORS burden folded in thy TRAIN And make thy state and stay more manifold So shall thy stay when states re-chaosd lie Make thee great Steward to ETERNITIE Finis SPECVLVM PRODITORI This takes the vulgar Eare That loues the plaine and cleare But neither mine nor those That hugge proude Verse in Prose KIngs Gods on Earth so call'd by Him of Heau'n How dismall is your Deities estate Who while you life do giue are life bereau'n And oft for too much lone get too much hate Whose surest Forecasts stand on sixe and seauen Which with you Soueraignes

meat sowr whay theyr wine And when they hunger then they sup dine They can no skill of States deepe policies Not will they wade in deepes so dangerous This makes them liue so free from Tragedies That are to Heau'n and Earth so odious They Actors are in Past'rall Comedies That tend to Loue and Mirth harmonious O heauenly-earthly life life for a King That liues with nothing as with eu'ry thing They seeldome passe the vnreturned wayes That leade t'infernall Ioues Dominions Their silly Soule with hopes assurance stayes On CHRIST his Crosse Faith's Conclusions They doo distaste the delicate Assayes Of Schoolemens Craft and nice distinctions Nature and Grace in silence guides them well Whilst Doctors deep dispute thēselues to Hell Grace hates all sinne with hate most exquisit But none so much though more then much the least As shee doth pride for that distracts the wit Contracts the Soule to sinne makes Man a Beast Confines Societie alone to sit Makes will a Law and wrongs the Worst and Best This is Ambition this is damned Pride Which God nor Man haue patience to abide The steppes of Mans ascent on Fortunes-wheele Must needs be slippery sith it is so steepe The Topp's most wau'ring ready still to reel The going downe is like as in the Deepe A Shippe goes downe with ouerturned Keele When ore a mounting Billow shee doth sweepe And if the fall from High-estate be such How dreadfull is it then to mount too much For Dignitie on Uertue grounded is Then if the ground doe faile and false become The more is built thereon the sooner t is Sinking to ground and ruin'd all or some The more our Pow'r the more of Peace we misse If Uertue aduerse powres doe not orecome That Enuy which high pride did life-inspire Humility must kill or make retire I knew a Man vnworthy as I am And yet too worthie for a counterfeit Made once a King who though it were in game Yet was it there where Lords and Ladyes met Who honor'd him as hee had bene the same And no subiectiue dutie did forget When to him-selfe he smil'd and said lo here I haue for noght what Kings doe buy so deere No odds there was in shew and but in show Kings are too often honour'd saue that he Was but twelue gamesome daies to king it so And kings more yeares of soueraigne misery His raigne was short and sweet theirs long in wo. He after liu'd they with or for theirs die He had a tast of raigne with powre to leaue They cannot tast but life must take or giue Kings for the treasons to them offered Must offer them that offer it whereby The body still may hold vp hie the head Lest otherwise they both too low might lye Yet by this meanes blood oft with hate is shed If bloud so shed do fall or much or hie But he without bloud did be ●…e●…ead his foes So made him friends indeed of foes in showes He sate in state that mirth and loue did stay They sit in state that hate oft vndermines He without feare had some to take assay But they haue such for feare of sodaine fines He poyson'd some to play as kings might play But t was with Suger and perfumed wines He went with guards yet stabbing feared not They go with guards yet feare the stab or shot He could deuise with Ladies if he could Deuise with Ladies without all suspect If they do so they do not as they should For 't will be sayd their h●…nors they neglect He could command and haue all as he would But their commands oft haue not that effect Then who had better Raigns iudge all of sense Either a king indeed or in pretence A conscience cleere out-dares Death to the face Laughing to scorne his greatest tyranny And with vnconquerd patience doth disgrace His vtmost malice spight and villany She winneth place of Death by giuing place And by her yeelding getteth victorie Yea triūphs ouer Death through vertues might For Uertue liues when Death hath spet his spight Neuer did Feare attend on Innocence She Wayters scornes that with her dare not dye Though she from wrong and danger seeke defence And may if well shee may from eyther fly Yet is her Courage of that excellence That if shee meet them she dares both defie Then to be Innocent is still to dare Death Hell and Vengeance yea all Deaths that are This makes the Prince his person to expose To Pistoll Poyson Dagger and the like Among them all so arm'd hee freely goes And starts not as dismayd when they do strike This make thē deem deer harts they haue no foes Because they weene they rule without mislike And if some hellish hand them ouer-beare They die as liue they did without all feare Within their Count'nance Mirth with Grauitie Graue for their place mirth their grace to show In peace doe striue for the precedencie Both which so sweetly grace them as they go As makes the publike loue on them to pry With Eyes which teares of ioy vnfain'd ore-flow While Princely kindenesse doth it selfe imploy To ope like Floud-gates into Seas of Ioy. When the sterne Tyrant with a folded Front And Eyes disturbed through suspicious feare Doth starting stalke as if Death did confront His steppes and to his Eyes did still appeare His Hand on Hilt hee beares Death to affront Yet ghastly lookes as hee still flying were And whē a Mouse doth crie or Leafe doth shake Out goes the Dagger yet with feare doth quake He feares his life but more the second death Which death he doubts will second death of life This makes him strait the dagger so vnsheath T'in counter the first deaths approching knife Lest being ouerthrowne he should beneath Still liue in strife as he hath liu'd in strife The losse of Kingdome life and feare of that Makes him as mad to do he knows not what Who would a Scepter hold in such an hell Like a commanding Fiend in horror still Where subiects like his passions aye rebel So liue as Sou'raigne of a world of ill And in nought but in naught so to excell Is God as much as in man lies to kill Which is the cause as proofe hath often told It 's hard to see an hellish Tyrant old Imbrude with blood or else in poyson drencht Away wends he the way the others sent For with his bloud his thirst of bloud is quencht So with a plague repaid what hee hath lent Nor shal his bloud that flowes amaine be stencht Sith Heau'n and Earth against him still are bent For whē both heau'n earth pursues the spoyle No place but Hell is left then to recoyle Gods Armies march some seene but most vnseen Those seene may be lookt to but not lookt ore And how ere vile Pride some of them may ween Yet men most high are oft foyld by the low'r But th'vnseene Armies haue such Weapons keene And pow'r to vse them that all Flesh they gore Who