Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	wit_n	worst_a	write_v	16	3	5.2770	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09626	Festum voluptatis, or The banquet of pleasure furnished with much variety of speculations, wittie, pleasant, and delightfull. Containing divers choyce love-posies, songs, sonnets, odes, madrigals, satyrs, epigrams, epitaphs and elegies. For varietie and pleasure the like never before published. By S.P. Gent.	Pick, Samuel.	1639 (1639)	STC 19897; ESTC S114710	19,277	64

Festum Voluptatis Or the BANQUET OF PLEASURE FVRNISHED WITH MVCH Variety of Speculations Wittie Pleasant and Delightfull Containing divers choyce Love-Posies Songs Sonnets Odes Madrigals Satyrs Epigrams Epitaphs and Elegies For varietie and pleasure the like never before published Musica mentis medicina moestus By S. P. Gent. LONDON Printed by E. P. for Bernard Langford and are to be sold at the signe of the Blue Bible at Holborne-Bridge 1639. TO THE WORSHIPFVLL His much esteemd good Friend Mr. RICHARD PELHAM Esquire S. P. Wisheth all happines and prosperity here and hereafter WORTHY SIR IT may seeme something strange that so meane a Muse as mine upon so unworthy a Subject as this should so rudely dare to shelter it selfe under the protection of your Name or intrude upon the consure of so solid a judgement as resides in your brest considering how conversant you daily are with raptures both of a higher straine and better nature daily proffered to your view and censure But the perswasion of your courteous acceptation of such wild Olives as these are as of Plants which inoculated and pruned in time may produce more mature and delicious fruites unto her fosterers hath emboldned me to it and shall therefore I hope be the better excused though it want much of what I wish it had because it flyes to you as a Refuge under whose Hands it hath both security and warrant Expect no quaint language nor fragrant Flowers of flowing Rhetorick but such as use to proceed from springing youth they are the wanton fruits of idle houres and so happily cannot yeeld that rellish that may be expected from them But yet your ingenuity and generous disposition assures the acceptation being the first fruits of my Muses springing And that you cherish them that they dye not in their Bud but by your promptitude may be preferred from the blast of envy and the rot of time and oblivion The perswasion of your liberall acceptation vouchsafed me not onely ympes my Muses wings for a higher flight in the future but vowes me to acknowledge my selfe now and ever Your Worships most obsequiously to be commanded SAMUEL PICK. To the Reader GENTLE READER I Must now crave thy courteous acceptation of this small worthlesse Treatise this is a granted Maxim that a slander by hath many times better eyes than they that play the game there is no man that cannot erre well then may the poore endeavours of a young braine be pardoned If thou shouldest here expect a lofty Scene or Phrases deckt with embolished speeches I am sorry I have given thee no better content but indeed I must needs tell thee Eloquence was never any part of my Essence Pardon I pray thee my presumption and protect me from those Cavelling finde-faults that never like well of any thing they see printed though never so well compiled What I have here done I have done to pleasure my friends and thee and not to make any profit by them wherefore my gentle Reader accept kindly I pray thee of all and be not as hard Censurers hastie to blast young springing Blossomes in their tender Bud so shall I be obliged to the due observation of thy better content and remaine Thine at command SAM PICKE Author to his Booke COme hither Book take counsell hee that goes Into the world meets with a world of foes Thy Mother was my Muse a gentle Dame Who much ador'd Apollo's sacred Name Then being free-borne know that thou art going Into a World of wits still fresh still growing Yet wonder not that I have got no friend To write in thy behalfe What! should I send Thee like a Serving-man with Letters No The World shall see thee first and seeing know Whether thou merits praise none shall have cause To be condemn'd of folly in the applause Of thy harsh lines the worst that can be thought Is this that none would write they were 〈◊〉 naught Alas poore Booke hunt not thou after praise Nor dare to stretch thy hand unto the Bayes Vpon a Poets head let it suffice To thee and mee the World doth us despise 'T is for a better Pen than mine to say I know 't is good and if you lik't you may POEMS To TIME GRave Censurer of Things long since o'repast Of present actions and what shall be last Think 't not amisse that my unlearned quill Hath spent some minutes of thee and so ill I le thanke thy present patience and in time My Muse may give thee thankes in better Rime To the READER MOst welcome guest to thee my homely Cates If any thing my barren Muse relates That may the palate of thy stomacke please I wish't Ambrosia though a pulce or pease Here is no forc't but voluntary dish And should be better had I but my wish To his worthy esteemed good Friend Mr. IOHN WADLAND sonne of Mr. GEORGE WADLAND of Leicester and to his vertuous Sisters Mrs ANNE WADLAND Mrs SUSANNA Mrs MARTHA and Mrs MARY WADLAND c. WHen I forget to thinke on ye My selfe must cease my selfe to be For sooner may my flesh dissolve And humid earth my bones involve Yea sooner shall the glorious Sunne Loose its bright lustre and the Moone Rapt in sable Clouds of Night Cease to give her silver light Than I forget what your desert Hath lively graven in my heart Yours obliged to doe you service S. P. To his singular good Friend Mr. THOMAS MOUSLEY IF ever there were any in whose love I counted my selfe happy farre above The rate of common Friends whose verball gloze More of false flattery than true friendship shewes 'T was in thy selfe and that thrice happy day Wherein my heart did by mine eyes survey Approve thy matchlesse worth and give consent To knit our hearts within one Ligament Yours vowed till death S. P. To his affectionate good Friend Master WILLIAM SYKES SIR unto you in faith I 'm much indebted For undeserved love from you received My debt 's a debt to pay 't I know not how The more I pay the more still I doe owe. To his loving Friend Mr. BARTHOLOMEW WOLLOCKE NO sooner doe I thinke on thee but streight My Muse growes frolique and as if kind fate Had to thy Name annext a power t'infuse Life in the deadest dullest slowest Muse She then begins to revell it and soare A higher pitch then ere she slew before At least my thoughts suggest so for I 'm sure I finde my spirits nimbler and more pure My Verse flowes ranker and if this May argue truth in ought then so it is To his kinde Friend Master GEORGE BROOKE SIth on my worthiest Friends I now doe muse how should my Muse to mind you once neglect Sith you are such then should she but abuse should she not use you with all due respect Yours at command S. P. To his loving Friend Master TIMOTHY LANGLEY YOur large compleat solid sufficiencie Hid in the veile of your wise modesty Your quaint neat Learning your acute quick wit And