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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
day_n	friday_n	thursday_n	tuesday_n	5,844	5	12.5385	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A34034	Mock poem, or, Whiggs supplication; Whiggs supplication	Colvil, Samuel.	1681 (1681)	Wing C5426; ESTC R12941	48,859	190

lurks within the Grass It 's thought the Earl of Wiltshire's Spaniel Knew Antichrist foretold by Daniel And Paul and John better then they Who study Scripture every day When that the Pope held out his foot For to be kissed round about Wond'ring to see the Carle so vain He snatch'd it till he piss'd again This much of those erroneous Books Oppugning Doctrine Orthodox Next Sir as for those Preachers lives So much cry'd out on by our Wives All the account that I can give on 't Is that my Minnie hath the lave on 't I wish them keep a sober diet Or if they drink Sir keep it quiet If openly they haunt the Brewers We 'll not secure them from stone-throwers We cannot help it for our life Sir who can rule a Lawless Wife To make a willful Wife her fits mend Would put your self Sir to your wits end Though they cause whip them through the Town Though they them hang though they them drown Seing Priests drunk at third Bell ringing They 'l up with stones and fall a slinging And thus Sir I have shew'd you how The fault is only of a few And not of all and their defence Is that they follow Conscience If it be so by Bishops leaves They cannot well be called knaves What e're they be it may be said Knaves never yet a Conscience had And that a greater slander refels If they be no knayes they 'r no rebels I doubt any Logician can A rebel prove an honest man What are they then wee need n'advise They 'r poor folks large as daft as wise If they be such and wish you well As others of their actions tell When in the English Troupers faces They you remembred in their Graces That there may be a solid peace Remove the cause th' effect will cease Take notice of those whimsey Books Which in effect are heterodox If once those Preachers mend their lives There will be no Stone-throwing Wives Forbid them scandalize the Leidges By drinking healths to Ports and Bridges To Whore of Babel and to Giggs And to preveen complaints of Whiggs To scratch their skin cut Caps and Cloaths And swear 't was Whiggs with monstrous oaths But see misfortune and mishap For scratch of Skin and cut of Cap Examined to strictest rigours Had different Geometrick Figures Though Cap was hither mov'd and thither The wounds could ne're agree together Such scandal makes the Gospel stink Such Books and Priests remov'd I think We 'll keep the nine and twenty may-May-day On Thursday Saturnday or Friday On Tuesday Wednesday and Munday Or any other day but Sunday Yea Sir when ye have ought adoe To hazard lives and fortunes too We will be ready at your call Else plague of God upon us all Observing how they all espy'd him Cheifly how all the Ladies ey'd him Was none among them all so coy Whom he had not made laugh for joy Believing of them all was scarce one That honoured not his parts and person He ears begins to prick and neigh too Just like a Ston'd Horse in a Meadow Yet curbing as he could his passion Till he should better learn the fashion He made a Congee and got him down To see the rar'ties of the Town How he did visit Bedlam fool-men And disputed with Gresham-School-men Discoursing of their Pigs and Whistles And strange experiments of Musscls Of Resurections of Ratts And of the Language us'd by Catts When in the night they go a Cating And fall a scolding and a prating Of their blood borrowing and lending And all the Ancients wisdom mending Perhaps ye'll hear another time When I want Money and get Rhime I have no leasure for it now Let it suffice to tell you how That going home-wards near to High-gate His Muse had on her such a gay foot That seeing London flee his view He stands and bids it thus Adieu From hard Calamities of Wars and ruines caus'd by fire A noble work thou dost arise like Phenix fromit's Sire How stately Buildings thee adorn and Towers which smite the Sky Whose Bells do by their melody Apollo's Harp out-vy More famous skilful Artisans the world never had Thy Merchands worth Nobilitates the wealth he gets by Trade Thy Bishops zeal and Pietie up through the Heavens do flee Thy Magistrats who thee govern might Roman Consuls be Immortal vertues eloquence and deep insight of mind Thy Muses those of Pallas Town are not a jot behind And as the Sun unto the world communicats his light So by thy Kings resplendant beams brave Town thou shines so bright So Rome arose after the Gaules had it destroy'd by flame Till in the end the worlds bounds and Romes did prove the same London that path by the begun if thou insist upon Strange if the Worlds Empire and thine in end prove not the same But now thy buildings flee my sight thy Towres go out of view Ibid thee then with weeping eyes most generous Town Adieu The same in Latine Post diras belli clades flammaeque ruinas e cinere ut Phoenix nobile surgis opus Quam dicorant Aedes ferientes sidere turres pulsibus adjecta cessit Apollo lyra Artifices clari majore acumine nusquam mercator meritis nobilitavit opes Praesulis insignis piet as perfregit Olympum Consulibus potuit Roma vetusta Regi Morihus eloquio mentisque indagine musis attica non major docta Camaena tuis Ut Phaebus mundum perfundit lumine Regis sic splendes radiis Urbs generosa tui Gallica sic crevit post dira incendia Roma tandem idem limes orbis et urbis erat Londinum incepto sipergas tramite mirum imperium fuerit ni orbis urbis idem Nunc Aedes visum fugiunt subsidere turres aspicio lacrimans urbs generosa Vale. FINIS