Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	king_n	law_n	prerogative_n	1,605	5	10.3114	5	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36993	The malecontent, a satyr being the sequel of the Progress of honesty, or A view of court and city.	D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.; D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723. Progress of honesty.	1684 (1684)	Wing D2748; ESTC R3728	18,526	39

two and leave eighteen Worth unregarded lies fop'ry advanc't And being Impudent is countenanc'd Wit is Camelion like fed by the Air Heaven's gift so onely is rewarded there And when the Muses the unhappy Nine In charming tunefull numbers joyn To frame some wondrous Tale To lash the Age and o'er dull Ignorance prevail The Sot to whom the labour'd peice is sent Repays the Authour with a Complement Proud of himself he sordidly believes That 't is reward enough if he receives Vertue is often slighted with a frown And sawning Vice usurps her dazling Crown Snatches the Glory and by fortune rais'd Is by th' unthinking Crowd allow'd and prais'd Too deep a sense alas I have of this And of the Worlds Impieties Yet though th' unweeded Garden do's appear O'ergrown as if not worth the heavenly Care Amongst the Thistles there some Roses are Spite of State-Theives that would have all their own Caesar has yet some Jewels in his Crown That shall in spite of all the Rebel kind Glitter and strike the Eyes of Envy blind The Guardian Angel that protects his Throne Has seal'd a few blest Heroes for his own Caesario at his feet himself do's throw The best of Brothers and of Subjects too Royal as Monarchy that heaven first gave And yet obedient as a Slave Ambition that so Giant-like do's seem Do's like a Pigmy grow in him No State beyond his right he ever sought Nor ever did aspiring thought Offend his breast or check his dutious Love To England's sacred Iove But in his Loyal Sphere both good and great He calmly mov'd and kept his Seat Without the subtile States-man's Art He has of Government a part Caesar in England reigns and he in Caesar's heart Publius next him in dutious Zeal do's burn A Phoenix rising from a sacred Urn That do's contain a Heroe did restore A Monarch and three Nations once before And England's Conquering Cross in glorious Triumph bore None ever did his Prince more justly serve Nor ever from him more deserve The Grand fatigues of State are easie made And Caesar's Crown sits light upon his head Through his unwearied diligence and Care Watchfull he is in peace skilfull in war And do's so throughly his great father's Vertues share That onely from so flourishing a Stem Could ever spring a Plant like him True noble Nature shines through every part And Centers in his heart His Soul was never fond of Dignity Or being Popularly high But humble as Supine Philosophers Although in Place exalted as the Stars And in that glorious Sphere has nobly mov'd By all the Worthies honour'd and belov'd Great Good and Just what praise can equal thee That hast no fault but too much Generosity XVII Cleon belov'd of heaven next appears A Heroe full of honours as of years Whose Loyal Zeal untainted and sublime Stands in the lasting Chronicles of time And gives the gratefull King occasion to commend His faithfull Subject Councellour and Friend Age that in others do's distastfull seem Looks gay and beautifull in him Smiling as if it could past vernal heats redeem And Nature pitying one she had Fram'd with the choicest wonders of her Trade Should moulder into dust and be with common Rubbish laid Medaea like renews his prime Stops every posting year and curbs distroying time And by a strange Inspiring skill Makes even Death it self obedient to her will Checks him with fury in his dreadfull Chase But ah though strongly she defend the Race All Humane-kind must stoop at last Nature her self must her gay Topsails lour Humble as Earth to Death's resistless power And Cleon though great valiant wise must dye As certainly as I Onely in this his fate exceeds That he 's so good he scarce translation needs But were original Sin less great might be Clad in frail flesh fit for Eternity More Oh thou great Observer of the Age Yet a few more there are might 'scape thy Rage Solon is just lamented 'cause he 's old Studious in business and in Office bold A second Machiavel for Policy But stranger to the States-man's villany He still was Loyal in the worst of times And nicely view'd the peoples Crimes That with Judicious Care and clearest sense He so might Act the business of his Prince And calm his doubts and fears with true Intelligence Lycurgus next the Land from Traitours frees Fixt to the Royal Cause through all degrees His heart undaunted without fear or slaw Guarded by reason Loyalty and Law Inspires him to defend the King's Prerogative As well as if learn'd Ienkins were alive Whose bold positions thundring from the Tower Shook the hot Senates Legislative power The same Renown Lycurgus do's possess Whilst Plenteous blessings Crown his services Caesar showr'd honours knowing he deserv'd Highly rewarding him that highly serv'd Strange Revolution whom the Crow'd disgrac't To dignity is by their Monarch Rais'd And now he sits Exalted high Of awfull Justice chief to judge the Villany Of Slaves that would have hang'd or starv'd him and his Family XVIII At this the Satyrist with sullen pride Smiling as if he mockt himself reply'd Fond Youth that think'st with thy weak fallacies Thus to Delude my Eyes And with thin Mists shade o'er the Ages vice Think not but I believe some few there are That Vertue do prefer Before the lussious Bait of Crimes irregular Hell would be instant here on Earth Were they all Feinds that are of Humane Birth We do not in a direct Sodom live Sure we may Cull out four or five That for eternal Empire strive Remember when the deluge overflow'd At the Command of God When Giants Monsters Satyrs roam'd abroad And Lunatick as the craz'd addle Brain Of our sham Conscientious Aldermen When all the tribe revelling in villany Were drown'd in the vast deeps Immensity The Almighty found one vertuous Family All were not kin to the Infernal brood And in our Impious Age some few are good But on the World's great Lottery cast thy Eyes A thousand Blanks shall meet thee for one Prize The general face of Nature is Impure With an Infection spotted beyond Cure Avarice Rebellion Lust Ingratitude Degenerate Monsters thirsting after bloud Pride the vain Idol of the Court is made And Love our darling Joy is grown a Trade Beauty is sold as Merchandizing ware At who gives most like horses in a Fair Settlements Joyntures Bargains are your task Your merit is the last dull thing they ask Parents of old Conscientiously did prove In th' days of unsophisticated love That Marriage was design'd and hearts were pair'd above But modern Misers tear the trembling Strings And from the heart force out the life-bloud Springs Their onely question is whether you know The Fool is rich if he be so No matter whether hearts are pair'd or no Thus not considering that a moderate State When souls are joyn'd the life makes fortunate Beyond large heaps of wealth with one not lov'd Their stubborn wills are rashly mov'd To venture and are cause of all the