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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	great_a	young_a	zeal_n	33	3	7.6642	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A62508	Threnodium Apollinare. To the memory of the right honourable Philip late Earl of Leicester		1698 (1698)	Wing T1128CA; ESTC R222229	4,292	15

Threnodium Apollinare TO THE MEMORY Of the Right Honourable PHILIP LATE Earl of LEICESTER Sapiens dominabitur Astris LONDON Printed in the Year MDCXCVIII TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE Earl of Leicester GReat Hospitable ROOF thy Walls so Fair Once WITS whole Pantheon and their LORD shin'd there There the glad Muses smil'd and sung and play'd There their whole Winters Suns and Summers Shade Thy Glories now to rueful Sable turn No cheerful Lights but Funeral Tapers burn For oh in Dust must now the lost Thalia mourn In common Themes when the Castalian Choir For some sad Airs string up their mournful Lyre No more than an Obsequious well-tun'd Woe The warbling Murmurs there all Artful Numbers flow But to their Great MAECENAS to that Dear Lov'd Honour'd Ador'd HEAD the Genuine Tear And the unmeasur'd Grief 's all melting Nature here What warmer Sighs the Eloquent Sorrow draws Not where it Pleads but where it Feels the Cause Go vast the Difference a Zeal so fier'd 'Twixt Raptures only Studied and Inspir'd And when their Plaint the wailing Muses join At Younger Herses some Endimion's Shrine As Mourning Sisters there they shed a Tear But oh they come all Mourning Daughters here A longer Train their heavier Sorrows trail In darker Cypress and the shadier Veil Pity and Love may swell the weeping Eye A deeper Fountain does this Stream supply For here 't is Honour Duty Piety Nay a yet stronger Tie calls the whole Nine To pay no common Tribute to this SHRINE Science and Arts every Studied Grace Th' Hereditary Pride of that Learn'd Race LEIC'STER's a Name Renown'd to that Degree The Homaging Minerva bends a Knee That Name in Vassalage the Muses leads The SYDNEYS are Apollinary Heads But is' t the Muse alone the Cypress wears Only the Heliconian Fount run Tears His Cavalcade to that poor Pomp confin'd No the whole Gown the Robe the Bays all join'd Wit Politicks States Academies these His equal Pupils equal Nurseries Down from the Pilot at the Helm Above Ev'n to the Strephon Songster of the Grove Of solemn Grief a long unbroken Chain Shall nobly fill his Numerous Funeral Train So mourn'd the whole Learn'd World his Rites supplies He cantons Provinces for watry Eyes Whilst their Arrears of Sorrow to defray 'T is Pride to owe and Gratitude to pay But whilst this Great GAMALIEL sure was born Proud Literatur's whole spacious Reign t' adorn Shall WITS vast Empire that unbounded Sway The only Tribute to Great LEIC'STER pay The Grateful Pen alone commence his Praise The Pencil too must His fam'd Trophies raise To LEIC'STER as his equal GLORIES Due The Great Apollo and th' Apelles too Her Lantscape Pallaces Tow'rs Seas and Land The gilded Stream and all the shaded Strand The Pencils whole CREATION all her fair Poetick Worlds shall pay their Homage there Around him all his Pentionary Band Of Reuben's Angelo's and Raphael's stand Entring those Walls what an all dazling Scene Does our Surveying Wonder entertain At once amaz'd and pleas'd a Look we cast To Glories back ev'n to whole Ages past Painting that Monumental History In whose Records to every Reading Eye Neither the Glorious nor the Beauteous die In that rich Tablet see the Lawrell'd Head Ev'n wak'd from his long sleeping Honours Bed There th' Hero see in all his glittering Arms Here see some Phoenix Beauty all her Charms Rais'd from her Dust in Deathless White and Red Art can give Life See the Great Living Dead If Heav'n-stoln Fires cou'd animate the Clay What Nobler Theft the daring Pencils play So much the bolder Painter does outfly The old Promethean Petty Larceny Not a poor Spark snatcht from his Chariot Wheels Not steals from JOVE but JOVE Himself he steals Him not the Skies Imperial Rover scapes He hunts him thro' the Gold Swan Bull all Shapes The very GOD exposed in all his Amorous Rapes Nay the still more Audacious Riffler pries Into the inmost Chambers of the Skies He steals his very JVNO from his Arms And with a Sacriledge even yet more bold Unveils to Human Eyes the Naked GODDESS Charms And gives the Trojan Boy once more the Ball of Gold Illustrious ART whom Ministring Nature all Thy Handmaid waits on thy Commanding Call Like the Great FIAT thou both Day and Night Call'st forth and deckst in their own Shades and Light Ev'n Heav'ns whole Hierachy the LORDS above By Thee their whole Triumphant Chariots move From th' Harnest Dragon to the Bridled Dove Mercurial Art who captiv'd Eyes to take Thou dost a Virtue of Delusion make Thou only Honest Cozener Fair Deceit Who canst even consecrate both Theft and Cheat. Thine were the Master-strokes Great LEIC'STER pleased And such the Darling Arts His Favour rais'd And thus if the Dodona's Grove of Old From Tongueless Oaks cou'd ORACLES unfold An easier Wonder shall His Fame record Whilst speaking Shadows own their PATRON Lord The fair Augusta's their MAECENAS greet And bend their Towry Foreheads at His Feet These were the Beauties which He lov'd so dear Nor shall his Pencil-Glory finish here In Death 't is true with a disdainful Hand His poorer Titian Troop He does disband For now a nobler Draught must charm his Sight Prospects of BLISS all Portraitures more Bright Drawn by th' Immortal LVKE's Diviner Light And though his Menial Muses left behind He 's gone and more Celestial CHOIRS has join'd All loftier Subjects and sublimer Air T is Thou VRANIA mak'st the Musick there Such Worthiest LEIC'STER liv'd and such He died So Shin'd his Rising and his Setting Pride But with that Penetrating WISDOM WIT Depths so profound a HEAD and SOUL so Great Th' unthinking World may wonder that Sublime And Towring Spirit made no Popular Climb What tho' uncharm'd with Publick Trust and Pow'r To the gay glittering COURT he made no Tour Nor fond of busy Tumult Noise and Strife He chose the gentler Harmony of Life His whole Ambition his Own Walls contain'd And quietly within Himself He reign'd Perhaps with Nobler Pride he did despise To Herd in crowded Courts only to Rise No Higher Pitch than shine in Galaxies Not made a Part th' Attendant on a Throne His Sphere of GLORY fill'd HIMSELF alone So fill'd that what cou'd a Court-Feather add To His Rich Plume Courts but His Levy made Their Great Consulted OEdipus HE sate An ORACLE above the Helm of State Those Pilots taught where He disdain'd to steer Whilst Client Statesmen came like travelling Sheba's here What tho' nor Courts nor Camps his Choice he made But fixt his Bow'r beneath the Olive Shade In Camps indeed does Honour truly shine But oh 't is drawn to a Gold Thred so fine The Warrior toils for Fame with all that Pain 'Twixt Fifty Thousand Sharers each a Grain 'T is true those Fragment Bays His Brow ne're wore Such a Divided Portion was too poor Glory was LEIC'STER's All His own before That Native Stock of Fame so all Entire Wanted no Steel to sparkle out her Fire In that Recess