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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	woe_n	world_n	worth_a	58	3	10.2032	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18744	A light bondell of liuly discourses called Churchyardes charge presented as a Newe yeres gifte to the right honourable, the Earle of Surrie, in whiche bondell of verses is sutche varietie of matter, and seuerall inuentions, that maie bee as delitefull to the reader, as it was a charge and labour to the writer, sette forthe for a péece of pastime, by Thomas Churchyarde Gent.; Churchyardes charge	Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.	1580 (1580)	STC 5240; ESTC S105030	25,886	45

in many a wicked flocke And pricked oft to slipper shifts yet some regard he tooke To be a sclander to his kinne that kept hym to his booke And in a better moode to thriue to seruice did he drawe He must goe that the deuill driues ye knowe neede hath ●o lawe A maister of no meane estate a mirrour in those daies His happie Fortune then hym gate whose vertues must I praise More heauenly were those gifts he had then yearthly was his forme His corps to worthie for the graue his fleshe no meate for worme An Erle of birthe a God of sprite a Tullie for his tong Me thinke of right the worlde should shake when half his praise were rong Oh cursed are those crooked crafts that his owne countrey wrought To chop of sutche a chosen hed as our tyme nere forthe brought His knowledge crept beyond the starrs raught to Ioues hie trone The bowels of the yearth he sawe in his deepe breast vnknowne His witt lookt through eche mās deuice his iudgemēt groūded was Almoste he had foresight to knowe ere things should come to passe When thei should fall what should betied oh what a losse of weight Was it to lose so ripe a hedde that reached sutche a height In eury art he feelyng had with penne past Petrarke sure A fashon framde whiche could his foes to freendship oft alure His vertues could not kepe hym here but rather wrought his harms And made his enemies murmure oft brought them in by swarms Whose practise put hym to his plonge and loste his life thereby Oh can●red brests that haue sutche harts wherin suche hate doth lye As told I haue this yong man seru'd this maister twise twoo yere And learnd therein sutche fruitfull skill as long he held full dere And vsd the penne as he was taught and other gifts also Whiche made hym hold the capp on hed where some do croch full lo. As credite came he carefull was how to maintaine the same And made small count of life or death to kepe his honest name His father not a little glad of his good happ thus founde And he forgot no duetie sure to whom he ought be bounde From court to warrs he wounde about a Soldiours life to leade And leaned to the worthiest sort their stepps to marche and treade And followd Cannon wheele as fast to learne some knowlege then As he afore at maisters heeles did waste with seruyng men But those twoo liues a diffrence haue at home good chere he had Abroad full many a hongrie meale and lodgyng verie bad All daie in corslet cased faste whiche made his shulders ake All night vpon a couche of strawe right glad his rest to take Through thicke thin a thriftlesse tyme he spent felt mutch gréef And euer hopyng for thesame at length to finde reléef No small while there as ye haue hard in colde sharpe winter nights Where he did feele strange plags enowe and sawe full vgly sights Some dy for lack some seke for death some liue as though ther were Ne God nor man nor torment here or hence we ought to fe●e But yet he markt some of that sort whose estimation stood Vpon eche point of honest name and things that semed good He sawe likewise how Fortune plaied with some men for a while And after paid them home for all and so did them begile A wearie of these wastyng woes a while he left the warre And for desire to learne the tongs he traueld very farre And had of eury langage part when homeware did he drawe And could rehearsall make full well of that abroad he sawe To studie wholie was he bent but countreis cause would not But he should haunt the warrs againe assignde thereto by lot And eke by hope and all vaine happ procured to the same As though eche other glorie grewe on warrs and warlike fame Without the whiche no worlds renowme was worth a flye he heeld For that is honour wonne in deede once got within the feeld Thus in his hed and hye consaite he iudg'd that beste of all And thought no mouth for Suger mete that could not caste the gall Good lucke and bad mixt in one cup he dranke to quenche his thirste And better brookt the second warrs then he did like the firste And lesse found fault w t fortunes freaks time had so well him taught At chances sowre he chāg'd no chere nor at swete haps much laught In prison thrise in danger oft bothe hurt and mangled sore And all in seruice of his prince and all awaie he wore In meane estate in office too somtyme a single paie Some tyme fewe had so muche a weeke as he was loude a daie When worlde waxt wise wealthe did faile princes pride appald And emptie purse and priuie plag's for perfite peace had cald And kings and kingdoms quiet were this man to court he came Newe from the giues with face and lookes as simple as a Lame Freshe frō his enemies hands came he where for his countries right He prisned was and forste to grant a randsome past his might Sent home vpon a bande and seale whiche is to strange a trade There to remaine till he for helpe some honest shifte had made All spoiled fleane bare as the bird whose feathers pluckt haue bin Bothe sicke and weake his colour gon with cheeks full pale and thin The sight so strange or worlde so n●●ght or God would haue it so This man had scarce a welcome home whiche made him muse I tro His countrey not as he it left all changed was the state But all one thing this man deseru'd therein no cause of hate A carelesse looke on hym thei caste favyng a fewe in deede Through warrs brought 〈◊〉 for seruice sake felt therby his neede Of suche as could diffrence make of drom and trompetts sounde Frō tabber pipe Maipole mirth their helpyng hands he founde And those that fauord featts of warre and sauour tooke therein With open armes embraste hym hard and said where hast thou bin But none of these could doe hym good to set hym vp I meane His freends decaied his father dedde and housholde broke vp cleane Craue could he not his hart so hye it would not stoupe to steale He scornde to serue a forraine prince prefarryng common weale Aboue all other things on yearth his countrey honourd he At home he like more poore estate then thence a lorde to be Where should he sue where rā those springs could co●● his feuer hot Where durst he mone or plaine for shame where might reléef begot But at the fountain or well hedde y●a at his Princes hande And in a fewe well couched lines to make her vnderstande His cace his scourge loe so he did and boldly did he tell The same hym self vnto the Prince who knowes the man full well And gracious words three tymes he gate the fourth to tell you plain Vnfruitfull was things were straite laest faire