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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
city_n	john_n	knight_n	thomas_n	17,346	5	9.3315	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13444	The eighth vvonder of the vvorld, or Coriats escape from his supposed drowning With his safe arriuall and entertainment at the famous citty of Constantinople; and also how hee was honourably knighted with a sword of King Priams. With the manner of his proceeding in his peregrination through the Turkish territories towards the antient memorable citty of Ierusalem. By Iohn Taylor.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1613 (1613)	STC 23750; ESTC S111358	6,942	30

THE EIGHTH VVONDER OF THE WORLD OR CORIATS ESCAPE from his supposed drowning WITH HIS SAFE ARRIVALL AND entertainment at the famous Citty of Constantinople And also how hee was honourably Knighted with a sword of King PRIAMS WITH The manner of his proceeding in his peregrination through the Turkish Territories towards the antient memorable Citty of IERVSALEM By IOHN TAYLOR Printed at 〈◊〉 neere Coleman hedge and at are to bee sold at the signe of the nimble Traueller 1613. To the Mighty Magnificent Potent and Powerfull Knight Sir Thomas Parsons alias Pheander alias Knight of the Sunne Great Champion to Apollo Palatine of Ph●ebus Sword-bearer to Sol Tilter to Tytan Housekeeper to Hiperion and heire apparant to the inuisible kingdome of the Fairies your deuoted Votary IOHN TAYLOR wisheth your Worshits wisedomes Longitude Latitude Altitude and Craslitude may increase aboue the Ridiculus multitude of the most en●ment Stal●●●● of this latter age TO thee braue knight who from the Delphian God ●●●e I ●on●●●●ate these famous Acts of Odcomb To thee alone and vnto none but thee For Patronage my toyling Muse doth flee I gaue my drowning Coriat vnto Archy And with his ●ure escape to thee now march 1 Not doubting but thou wilt in kindnesse take These lines thus writ for his and thy deere sake If thou in kindnesse wilt accept this taske Hereafter I will better things vn-caske And make the world thy worth to glory at In greater measure then at Coriat I l'e mount thee vp in ●urse past Charles his Waine I l'e make the Mocue Endimion to disdaine I l'e write in euer-deering lines thy fame As farre as Phoebus spreades his glorious flame I l'e make thee pluckestorne Saturne by the Chaps And braue great Ioue amids his thunder-clappes I l'e cause thy praises t'eclipt the God as Armes I l'e wake Donia Venus yeeld to loues alarmes The nimble Mercury shall be thy ●oot-mad Is thou wilt grace my lines therefore lo i●too't man But if to patronize into thou dost scorne 'T were better then thou neuer hadst been borne For 'gainst disdaine my Muses oneli p●t●s To write with Gall com●●●t with Aqua-lottis And Vinegar and Salt and Sublimation Which where it falles will'c●rtch s●all probatum Then at thou lou'st the Fairy Queene thine Aunt Daine to touchsafe this poore and triuiall graunt Then I thy Poet will with how Subiection Proceed to write Tom Coriats Resurrection Yours euer wh 〈…〉 shall perseuer in your 〈◊〉 JOHN TAYLOR To the knowing Reader NOw sir it is a common customary vse in these times to salute you with somewhat as Honest Kinde Curteous Louing Friendly or Gentle but all these Epithites are ouer-worne and doe as it were stinke of the fusty garbe of Antiquity Besides if I should come vpon you with any of these claw-backetearmes I might chance to belye you But if your kinde disposition doe merit to bee called kinde I pray let me finde it in your fauourable censure Some will perhaps dislike that I do dedicate my bookes to Archy and Sir Thomas and such like To them I answere that my subiect beeing altogether foolish I were very absurd to thinke that any wise man would be my Patron And it were mere folly for me to make a hotch-potch in seeking to compound wisedome and folly together But howsoeuer thou esteemest it it thrusts it selfe into thy view wherin if thou beest not too much drowned in Melancholy thou wilt shew thy teeth if thou hast any with laughing And as my lines are somewhat defective in their shape so I pray thee do not hacke them nor hew them with thy stammering to make them worse nor Buzzard-blast them with thy calumniating mewes tushes and scuruyes Thus leaning thee to thy selfe and my selfe vnto thee I remaine thine as thou respects me Iohn Taylor The cause of the contention betwixt sir Thomas the Scholer and Iohn the Sculler A Pamphlet printed was the Sculler nam'd Wherein Sir Thomas much my writing blam'd Because an Epigram therein was written In which he said he was ●●pt gal'd and bitten He frets he sumes he rages and exclaimes And vowes to rouye me from the Riuer Tham●● Well I to make him some amends for that Did write a Booke was cal'd Laugh and be fat In which hee said I wrong'd him ten times more And made him madder then he was before Then did he storme and chase and sweare and ban And to superiour powers a maine he ran Where he obtain'd Laugh and be fat 's confusion Who all were burnt and made a hot conclusion Then after that when rumour had him drown'd The newes whereof my vexed Muse did wound I writ a letter to th' Elizian coast T' appeale his angry wrong incensed Ghost The which my poore inuention then did call Odcomhs Complaint or Coriats Funerall But since true newes is come he scap'd that danger And through hot Sun-burnt Asia is a ranger Has raising from the dead I thought to write To please my selfe and giue my friends delight The Worlds eighth Wonder Or Coriats Reuiuing LO I the man whose Muse did lately forage Through wind and sea with dreadlesse dantlesse corage And to the life in hodg podge rime exprest How Odcomb Coriat was great Neptunes guest How Thetis sweetely lul'd him in her lappe And at her darling fed the Barne with pappe How big mouth'd AEol storm'd and puft and blew And how both wind and Seas with all their crew Were pleas'd displeas'd tumbled rag'd and tost The Gamers glad and mad were they that lost These tedious taskes my toyling Muse hath run And what she did for Coriats sake was dun Shee hath transported him to Bossoms Inne Where in a Basket he hath hanged bin Shee hath inuoul'd him in the hungry deepe In hope to leaue him in eternall sleepe Yet hauing hang'd him first and after drown'd him My poore laborious Muse againe hath found him For 't is her duty still to waite and serue him Although the Fates should hang or drowne or sterue him The fatall sisters serue his turne so pat That sure he hath more liues then hath a Cat. Alcide● neuer past so many dangers As he hath done amongst his friends and strangers Her ●● through all his actions with such ease As Hogs eate Acorns or as Pidgeons Pease There 's nothing in the world can him disgrace Not beeing beaten in a lowzy case Nor Trunks nor Puncks nor stocks nor mocks nor moes Not being made an Asse in Rime and Prose Nor hanging drowning casting nor the blanquet These honours all are his the God● be thanked BVt now me-thinkes some curious itching eare Doth long some sportiue newes of him to heare For being in the Ocean buried vnder And now aliue againe 't is more then wonder But how these wondrous wonders came to passe I as I can will tell you how it was VVHen first this mirrour 'mongst a world of Nations This great ingroser of strange obseruations Was bound for Constantones braue noble Citty Then he who