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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	wonder_n	wonder_v	world_n	72	3	4.2947	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A69177	Humours heau'n on earth with the ciuile warres of death and fortune. As also the triumph of death: or, the picture of the plague, according to the life; as it was in anno Domini. 1603. / By Iohn Dauies of Hereford.	Davies, John, 1565?-1618.	1609 (1609)	STC 6332; ESTC S109342	80,109	158

against Man did conspire And Man against Man to exrirpe his Race Who Bellowes were t' augment Infections fire And blow abroad the same from place to place Sedition thus marcht with a pestilence From towne to towne to make them desolate The Browne-Bill was too short to keep it thence For further off it raught the Bill-mans pate Nor walls could keepe it out for it is said And truely too that Hunger breakes stone-walls The plague of Hunger with the Plague arrai'd It selfe to make way where ere Succour calls For hungrie Armies fight as Fiends they were No humane powre can well their force withstand They laugh to scorne the shaking of the Speare And gainst the gods thēselues thēselues dare band Some ranne as mad or with wine ouer-shot From house to house when botches on them ranne Who though they menac'd were with Sword and Shot Yet forward ran feare nor God nor man As when a Ship at Sea is set on fire And all on flame 's winde-driuen on a Fleete The Fleete doth flie sith that Ship doth desire Maugre all force oppos'd with it to meete So flies the Bill-man and the Muskettire From the approaching desperate plaguy wight As from a flying flame of quenchlesse fire For who hath any life with Death to fight At all cries Death then downe by heaps they fall He drawes in By and Maine amaine he drawes Huge heapes together and still cries At all His hand is in and none his hand withdrawes For looke how Leaues in Autumne from the tree With wind do fall whose heaps fil holes in groūd So might ye with the Plagues breath people see Fall by great heapes and fill vp holes profound No holy Turffe was left to hide the head Of holiest men but most vnhall'wed grounds Ditches and Hie-waies must receiue the dead The dead ah woe the while so oreabounds Here might ye see as t' were a Mountainet Founded on Bodies grounded very deepe Which like a Trophee of Deaths Triumphs set The world on wonder that did wondring weepe For to the middle Region of the Aire Our earthly Region was infected so That Foules therein had cause of iust dispaire As those which ouer Zodome dying go Some common Carriers for their owne behoofe And for their good whose Soules for gaines doe Fetching frō Lōdo packs of Plags stuffe grone Are forc'd to inne it in some Barne alone Where lest it should the Country sacrifise Barne Corne and Stuffe a Sacrifice is sent In Aire-refining Flames to th' angrie Skies While th'owners do their Faults Losse lament The Carriers to some Pest-house or their owne Carried clapt vp and watcht for comming out Must there with Time or Death conuerse alone Till Time or Death doth free the world of doubt Who thogh they Cariers were yet being too weak Such heauy double Plagues as these to beare Out of their houses som by force do break And drowne themselues themselues from plags to cleare These are reuenges fit for such a God Fit for his Iustice Powre and Maiestie These are right ierkes of diuine Furies Rod That draw from Flesh the life-blood mortally If these are but his temp'rall Punishments Then what are they surmounting Time and Fate Melt Flesh to thinke but on such Languishments That Soule and Bodie burne in endlesse date His vtmost Plagues extend beyond the reach Of comprehension of the deepest Thought For he his wisedome infinite doth stretch To make them absolutely good for nought Then O what heart of sensible Discourse Quakes not as if it would in sunder fall But once to thinke vpon such Furies force As doth so farre surmount the thoughts of all If humane Wisedome in the highest straine Should yet stretch further Torments to deuise They would be such that none could them sustain Through weight of woes and raging agonies Then O what be they that deuised are By Wisedome that of Nought made all this All That stretch as farre past speach as past compare Surmounting Wonder supernaturall They be the Iudgements of that Trinitie Which like themselues are most inscrutable Then can mans heart but either swoone or die To thinke on anguish so vnthinkeable And can our Sense our Sense so much besot To thinke such worlds of woe no where exist Sith in this sensuall World it feeles them not And so in sinne till they be felt insist Then happy That that is insensible Since wee imploy our happinesse of Sense To feele and taste but pleasures sensible And see no Paine that at their end commence To breake the Belly of our damn'd Desires With honied Sweets that soone to poison turne And in our Soules enkindle quenchlesse fires Which all the frame thereof quite ouerturne To please it selfe a Moment and displease It selfe for euer with ne'r-ending paines To ease the Bodie with the Soules disease To glad the Guttes to grieue the Heart Braines To make the Throat a Through-fare for Excesse The Belly a Charibdis for the same To vse Wit still but onely to transgresse And make our Sense the Spunge of Sin Shame Then happy are sweet Floures that liue and die Without offence most pleasing vnto all And haplesse Man that liues vnpleas●ngly To Heau'n and Earth so liues and dies to fall The Rose doth liue a sweete life but to please And when it dies it leaues sweet fruit behinde But Man in Life and Death doth none of these If Grace by Miracle ne'r mend his mind Blush Man that Floures should so thy selfe excell That wast created to excell what not That on the Earth created was to dwell Then blush for shame to grace thy Beauties blot Art thou Horizon made vnholy one Betwixt immortall Angells and bruit beasts Yet wilt twixt beasts and fiends be Horizon By that which Angells grieues and God detests Then Plagues must follow thy misguided Will So to correct thine ill-directing Wit Such as these are or others much more ill The worst of which Sinne ill of Ills befit And loe for Sinne how yet the Plague doth rage With vnappeased furie more and more Making our Troy-nouant a tragicke Stage Whereon to shew Deaths powre with slaughters sore Great Monarch of Earths ample world he is And of our little Worlds that worlds content He giues ill Subiects Bale good Subiects Blisse So though he raignes iust is his Regiment Our sins foule blots corrupt the Earth and Aire Our sins soules botches all this All defile And make our Soules most foule that were most faire For nought but sin we all all nought the while When sharpest wits are whetted to the point To pierce into all secrets but to sinne And all the corps of Luxury vnioint To see what sensuall ioy might be therein Whenas such trickes as no Sunne euer saw Deuis'd are daily by the Serpent-wise To cramme all Flesh into the Deuills maw By drifts as scarse the Deuill can deuise Can God most iust be good to men so ill And