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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	woe_n	word_n	world_n	176	4	5.1765	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16757	I vvould, and would not	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1614 (1614)	STC 3664; ESTC S104802	15,932	46

I WOVLD AND would not LONDON Printed by Tho. C. for Tho. Bushell 1614. To the Reader YOu that reade what you would be I know not what you would not be you know your selfe But what you should be God knowes But for my selfe I haue founde what is best to be and so wishe other except they neither knowe what they should be nor well what they would or would not be Scorne i● not because it is in verse or rime for if you will reade it you maie perhaps finde more pleasure and profit in it then a worse piece of prose not to perswade you to any thing further then your liking I leaue the censure of it to your discretion and my better Labours as they fall out to your further content And so loath to make you beleeue more then perhaps you shall finde hoping that no man will be angry with his owne shadowe nor saie meaning m● when hee com●s to a f●●le point But take the best and leaue the worst and break none of the pal● as kinde hearts doe in the Countrey I rest as you may see in my Discourse what I would and would not bee and without would not would bee as I should be Your friend and well-willer B. N. I WOVLD And would not 1. I Would I had as much as might be had Of wealthy wishes to the woldes content That I might liue all like a lusty Ladde And scorne the world and care not how it went But eate and drinke and sleepe and sing and play And so in pleasures passe my time away 2. And yet I would not for too wealthy then I should be troubled with a world of toyes Kinred Companions Troups of Seruing-men Fashion-Deuisers Fooles and Guirles Boyes Fidlers and Iesters Monkeys Apes Babounes Drunckards and Swaggerers and such trouble-townes 3. Besides I should forget to finde the way That leades the Soule to her Eternall blisse And then my state were at a wofull stay No I would wish a better world then this And in Afflictions here on Earth to dwell Rather then seeke my Heau'n on earth run to hell 4. I would I were a man of such deepe wit As might discerne the depth of e●ery cause That wherefoere I did in Iudgement sit I might be held a Note-booke in the Lawes My braine might seeme a kinde of miracle And euery word I spake an Oracle 5. And yet I would not for then woe were me I should be troubled wit● a world of Cases Both rich and poore would then ●●y Clients be Some with their pleasing some with piteous faces And when the Rich had left their briberie I should not rest for Formap●uperie 6. I would I were a man of greatest power That swaies a Scepter on this worlds great Masse That I might sit on toppe of pleasures Tower And make my will my way where ere I passe That Lawe might haue her being from my breath My smile might be a life my frowne a death 7. And yet I would not for then doe I feare Enuy or Malice would betray my trust And some vile spirit though against the haire Would seeke to lay mine honor in the dust Treason or Murther would beset me so I should not knowe who were my friend or foe 8. No I doe rather wish the Lowe estate And be an honest Man of meane degrees Be lou'd for good and giue no cause of hate And clime no higher then a Haw-thorne tree Pay euery man his owne giue Reason right And work● all day and take my rest at night 9. For sure in Courtes are worlds of costly Cares That Comber Reason in his course of rest Let me but learne how thrift both spends spares And make enough as good as any feast And fast and pray my daies may haue good end And welcome all that pleaseth God to send 10. I would I were the fairest sweetest Creature That could be painted with the purest Art That Arte might wonder at the worke of Nature How so perfection made vp euery part That euery Eye that saw mee might admire mee And euery heart heard of me might desire me 11. And yet I would not for then out alasse I should be troubled with a world of fooles When many a simple Idle headed Asse Would put his wits vnto some Poets schooles To learne to make a verse to flatter mee As there were no such louing foole as hee 12. No I doe rather wish the louely Browne Where vertues Beauty makes the Inward faire Then be the gallant Gazer of the towne And make mine honor but a Barbers Chaire Whē none that had with losse of treasure tride me Once finding my foule Inside would abide me 13. I would I were an Innocent a foole That can do nothing else but laugh or crie And eate fat-meate and neuer goe to schoole And be in loue but with an Apple-pie Weare a pide-Coate a Cockes-Combe and a Bell And thinke it did become me passing well 14. And yet I would not for then should I not Discerne the difference twixt the good bad Nor how the gaine of all the world is got Nor who are sober wise nor who are mad Nor in the Truth of follies sence to see Who 's the foole now ther 's no such foole as hee 15. I would I were a Fidler and could play A thousand quauers in a minutes space And at a Bridale brauely leade the way Before the Bride and giue the Groome a Grace That I might shake the head and stare and gape And make a thousand faces like an Ape 16. And yet I would not for ten to one My fiddle or my fingers should not rest But euery Iacke a Lute would call vpon Such Moris daunces as doe like him best And euery wagtaile with a wanton Eye Would hang vpon me for a Heidegy 17. I would I were a Cuckolde Wittal Asse And car'de not who did mount my Hackney Saddle Yet thinke I haue as true a louing Lasse As ere lay in Swadling Clouts or Cradle And manerly goe to the Church before her And would not heare how many did be whore her 18. And yet I would not for then doe I feare My hornes would be so hard I could not bide them And whē their weight were more thē I could beare Alas I know not what to doe to hide them But euery one would say in bitter scornes Looke yonder goes a gallant paire of hornes 19. I would I were the arranst Cuckolde maker That euer answerde for his Aperne sport There should not scape a wench but I would take her And set her to her worke in such a sort That all the world should know while I had health I would not see an Idle Common-wealth 20. And yet I would not for then doe I doubt Bride-well and I should wrestle for the Whippe And once got in I hardly should get out Till I had soundly pay'd for Trully-Trippe Whē all the Beggers in the street would whoo me And do me all the shame that they