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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	great_a	time_n	world_n	2,761	5	4.2527	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15662	Wither's motto nec habeo, nec careo, nec curo.	Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1621 (1621)	STC 25928.7; ESTC S123336	39,771	92

the Creditor of pay Are there his practises And yet this Asse Would for a man of worth and honour passe The Deuill he shall assoone and I will write The Storie of his being Conuertite I care not for the worlds vaine blast of Fame Nor doe I greatly feare the Trumpe of shame For whatsoeuer good or ill is done The rumor of it in a weeke is gone One thing put out another and men sorrow To day yerhaps for what they ioy to morrow And it is likely that ere night they may Condemne the man they pleased yesterday Hand him next morning and be sorry then Because he cannot be aliue agen But grant the fame of things had larger date Alas what glory is it if men prate In some three Parishes of that we doe When three great Kingdoms are but Mole-hils to The earths Circumference and scarce one man Of twenty Millions know our actions can Belieue me it is worth so little thought If the offence to others were not ought What mens opinions or their speeches be That were there not a better cause in me Which moou'd to Vertue I would neuer care Whether my actions good or euill were Though still vnheeded of the World I spend My Time and Studies to the noblest end One hayre I care not For I find reward Beyond the Worlds requitall or regard And since all men some things erronious doe And must in Iustice somewhat suffer to In part of my correction This I take And that I fauourd am account doe make I care not though there eu'ry houre should be Some outward discontent to busie me And as I would not too much triall haue So too much carnall peace I doe not craue The one might giue my Faith a dangerous blow The other would peruert my life I know For few loue Uertue in aduersitie But fewer hold it in Prosperitie Vaine Hopes when I had nought but hopes alone Haue made me erre Then whither had I gone If I the full possession had attaind When but meere Hopes my heart to folly traind Smoth Waies would make me wantō and my course Must lye where Labour Industry and Force Must worke me Passage or I shall not keepe My Soule from dull Securities dead-sleepe But outward discontentments make me flie Farre higher then the worlds Contents doe lie I neither for their pompe or glory care Who by the loue of vice aduanced are Faire Vertue is the louely Nimph I serue Her will I follow her Commands obserue Yea though the purblindworld perceiue not where The best of all her Fauours I doe weare And when great Ui●es with faire bayted hookes Large promises of fauour tempting lookes And twenty wiles hath woo'd me to betray That noble Mistresse I haue turnd away And flung defiance both at Them and Theirs Inspight of all their gaudy Seruitors In which braue daring I opposde haue bin By mighty Tirants and was plunged in More wants then thrice my fortunes would haue When our Heroes did or feare or scorne To lend me succour yea in that weake age borne When I but newly entred on the Stage Of this proud world So that vnlesse the King Had nobly pleasde to heare the Muses sing My bold Appologie Till now might I Haue struggling bin beneath their Tyranny But all those threatning Comets I haue seene Blaze till their glories quite extinct haue beene And I that crusht and lost was thought to be Liue yet to pitty those that spighted me Enioying Hopes which so well grounded are That what may follow I nor feare nor care Yet those I know there be who doe expect What length my Hopes shall haue and what effect VVith enuious eyes awayting eu'ry day VVhen all my confidence shall slip away And make me glad through those base paths to fly VVhich they haue trod to raise their Fortunes by They flout to heare that I doe Conscience make What Place I sue for or what Course I take They laugh to see me spend my youthfull time In serious Studies and to teach my Rime The Straines of Vertue whilst I might perchance By Lines of Ribaldry my selfe aduance To place of fauour They make skoffes to heare The praise of Honesty as if it were For'none but vulgar mindes And since they liue In braue prosperitie they doe belieue It shall continue and account of Me As one scarce worthy of their scorne to be All this is Truth yea trust me care I not Nor loue I Vertue ought the worse a iot For I oft said that I should liue to see My Way farre safer then their Courses be And I haue seene nor one nor two nor ten But in few yeares great numbers of those men From goodly brauery to raggs decline And waite vpon as poore a Fate as mine Yea those whom but a day or two before Were in their owne vaine hopes a great deale more Then any of our Auncient Baronage And such as many Wisemen of this age Haue wisht to be the men eu'n those haue I Seene hurled downe to shame and beggery In one twelue houres and grow so miserable That they became the scornefull hatefull fablo Of all the Kingdome And there 's none so base But thought himselfe a man in better case This makes me pleased with mine owne estate And fearefull to desire anothers Fate This makes me Carelesse of the worlds proud scorne And of those glories whereto such are borne And if to haue me still kept meane and poore To Gods great Glory shall ought adde the more Or if to haue disgraces heapt on me For others in their way to Blisse may be Of more Aduantage then to see mee thriue In outward Fortunes or more prized liue I care not though I neuer see that day Which with one pinns-worth more enrich me may Yea by the eternall Dietie I vow Who knowes I lie not who doth heare me now Whose dreadfull Maiestie is all I feare Of whose great Spirit These the sparklings are And who will make me such proud daring rue If this my protestation be vntrue So I may still retaine that in Peace That loue and taste of the eternall Blisse Those matchlesse comforts and those braue desires Those sweet Contentments and immortall Fires Which at this instant doe inflame my brest And are to excellent to be exprest I doe not care a Rush though I were borne Vnto the greatest Pouerty and scorne That since God first infusde it with his breath Poore flesh and bloud did euer groane beneath Excepting onely such a load it were As no Humanitie was made to beare Yea let me keepe these Thoughts and let bee hurld Vpon my backe the spight of all the world Let me haue neither drinke nor bread to eate Nor Cloathes to weare but those for which I sweat Let me become vnto my foes a slaue Or causelesse here the markes of iustice haue For some great villany that I nere thought Let my best actions be against me brought That small repute and that poore little Fame Which haue

the value of her pelfe And though to Gentry nor good breeding born Can all that haue estates beneath her scorn This wit a Woman hath and shall not I Who know I haue a Wealth which none can buy For all the world expect a nobler phere Then sutes vnto a hundred pounds a yeere Shall loue of Truth and Vertue make of me A match no better worthy then is He Who knowes not what they meane and doth possesse In outward fortunes neither more nor lesse Haue I oft heard so many faire ones plaine How fruitles Titles are how poore and vaine They found rich greatnes where they did not find True Loue and the endowments of the mind Haue fayrest Ladies often sworne to me That if they might but onely Mistresse be Of true affection they would prize it more Then all those glories which the most adore Haue I obseru'd how hard it is to find A constant heart a iust and honest mind How few good natures in the world there are How scanty true affection is how rare And shall I passe as true a Heart away As hath conceiu'd an honest thought to day As if in value to no more it came Then would endeare me to a vulgar Dame On equall termes or else vndoe me with Some old rich Croan that hath out-liu'd her teeth I 'le rather breake it with proud scorne that dead The wormes may rifle for my Mayden-head I haue no loue to beauties which are gone Much like a Rose in Iune assoone as blowne Those painted Cabinets and nought within Haue little power my respect to win Nor haue I yet that stupid loue to pelfe As for the hope thereof to yoke my selfe With any female betwixt whom and me There could not in the soule a marriage be For whosoeuer ioyne without that care Fooles and accursed in their matches are And so are you that either heare or view What I auerr vnlesse you thinke it true I haue no meaning whensoere I wed That my companion shall become my head Nor would I if I meant to keepe my right So much as say so though that win her might Not though a Dutchesse for the meanes I le vse To keepe my worth though my reward I loose Yea from a prison had she raised me Lord of her fortunes and her Selfe to be I that respect would still expect to haue Which might become her Husband not her slaue And should I spouse a Begger I would shew What loue and honor to a wife were due I haue not yet of any skorned binn Who●e good opinion I haue sought to winn Nor haue I when I meane to woe a feare That any man shall make me willow weare I haue not eyes so excellent to see Things as some men can do before they be Nor purblinde sight which crimes farre off can mark● Yet seeme no faults which are more neare me dark I haue not cares for euery ●ale that 's told Nor memory things friuelous to hold I haue not their credulity that dare Giue credit vnto all reports they heare Nor haue I subiect to their dulnes beene Who can bele●ue no more then they haue seene I haue no feeling of those wrongs that be By base vnworthy fellowes offerd me For my contentment and my glory lyes Aboue the pitch their spight or malice flyes I haue not neede enough as yet to serue Nor impudence to craue till I deserue I haue no hope the worlds esteeme to get Nor could a foole or knaue e're brooke me yet I haue not villany enough to prey Vpon the weake or friendship to betray Nor haue I so much loue to life that I Would seeke to saue it by dishonesty I haue not Cowardise enough to feare In honest actions though my death be there Nor heart to perpetrate a wilfull sinne Though I with safety large renowne might winne And for omitting it were sure to dye Ne'r to be thought on but with infamy I haue not their base cruelty who can Insult vpon an ouer-grieued man Or tread on him that at my feet doth bow For I protest no villany I know That could be done me but if I perceiu'd Or thought the doer without faigning grieu'd I truely could forgiue him as if hee Had neuer in a thought abused mee And if my loue to mercy I belye Let God deny me mercy when I dye I haue not that vnhappinesse to be A Rich mans Sonne For he had trained me In some vaine path and I had neuer sought That knowledge which my pouerty hath taught I haue no inclination to respect Each vulgar complement nor neglect An honest shew of friendship For I sweare I rather wish that I deceiued were Then of so base a disposition be As to distrust till cause were giuen me I haue no Constitution to accord To ought dishonest sooner for a Lord Then for his meanest Groome and hopes there be It neuer will be otherwise with me I haue no pollicies to make me seeme A man well worthy of the worlds esteeme Nor haue I hope I shall hereafter grow To any more regard for saying so I haue no doubt though here a slighted thing But I am fauorite to Heau'ns great King Nor haue I feare but all that 's good in me Shall in my Life or Death rewarded be But yet I haue not that attain'd for which Those who account this nothing thinke me rich No● that which they doe reckon worth esteeme To whom the riches of the min●e doe seeme A scornefull pouerty But let that go Men cannot prize the Pearles they doe not know Nor haue I power to teach them for if I Should here consume my gift of Poesie And wholy wast my spirits to expresse What rich contents a poore estate may blesse It were impossible to moue the sense Of those braue things in their intelligence I haue not found on what I may relie Vnlesse it carry some Diuinitie To make me confident for all the glory And all hopes faile in things meere transitory What man is there among vs doth not knowe A thousand men this night to bed will goe Of many a hundred goodly things possest That shall haue nought to morrow but a Chest And one poore Sheet to lie in What I may Next morning haue I know not But to day A Friend Meat Drinke and fitting Clothes to weare Some Bookes and Papers which my Iewels are A Seruant and a Horse all this I haue And when I dye one promist me 〈◊〉 Graue A Graue that quiet close● of Content And I haue built my selfe a Monument But as I liue excepting onely this Which of my wealth the Inuentory is I haue so little I my oath might saue If I should take it that I nothing haue Nec Careo ANd yet what Want I or who knoweth how I may be richer made then I am now Or what great Peere or wealthy Alderman Bequeath his sonne so great a Fortune can I nothing want that needfull is to haue Sought I no more then Nature bids