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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	adam_n	nature_n	sin_n	8,709	5	5.4949	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A41693	Love given over, or, A Satyr against the pride, lust and inconstancy &c. of woman	Brown, Thomas, 1663-1704.; Gould, Robert, d. 1709?	1686 (1686)	Wing G1425; ESTC R30315	6,907	16

Love given over OR A SATYR AGAINST THE Pride Lust and Inconstancy c. OF WOMAN Amended by the AUTHOR LONDON Printed for R. Bentley and J. Tonson 1686. TO THE READER THE Pious Endeavours of the Gown have not prov'd more ineffectual towards reclaiming the Errors of a vitious Age than Satyr the better way tho' less practis'd the amendment of Honesty and good Manners among us Nor is it a wonder when we consider that Women as if they had the ingredient of Fallen-Angel in their composition the more they are lash'd are but the more hardned in Impenitence and as Children in some violent Distemper commonly spit out those cherishing Cordials which if taken might chase away the Malady So they inspir'd as 't were with a natural aversness to Vertue despise that wholsom Counsel which is Religiously design'd for their future good and happiness Judge then if Satyr ever had more need of a sharper sting than now when he can look out of his Cell on no side but sees so many Objects beyond the reach of indignation Nor is it altogether unreasonable for me while others are lashing the Rebellious Times into Obedience to have one fling at Woman the Original of Mischief I 'me sensible I might as well expect to see Truth and Honesty uppermost in the World as think to be free from the Bitterness of their Resentments But I have no reason to b● concern'd at that since I 'me certain my design 's as far from offending the good if there are any amongst 'em that can be said to be so as those few that are good would be offended at their Reception into the Eternal Inhabitations of Peace to be Crown'd there with the Sacred Reward of their Labours As for those that are ill If it Gall them it succeeds according to my wish for I have no other design but the amendment of Vice which if I could but in the least accomplish I should be well pleas'd and not without reason too for it must needs be some satisfaction to a young unskilful Archer to hit the first Mark he ever aim'd at Love given over OR A SATYR AGAINST WOMAN AT length from Love's yile Slav'ry I am free And have regain'd my ancient Liberty I 've shook those Chains off which my bondage wrought Am free as Air and unconfin'd as thought For faithless Sylvia I no more adore Kneel at her feet and pray in vain no more No more my Verse shall her fled worth proclaim And with soft praises celebrate her Name Her frowns do now no awful terrours bear Her Smiles no more can cure or cause despair I 've banish'd her for ever from my Breast Banish'd the proud Invader of my rest Banish'd the Tyrant-Author of my woes That robb'd my Soul of all its sweet repose Not all her treach rous Arts bewitching Wiles Her Sighs her Tears nor her deluding Smiles Shall my eternal Resolution move Or make me talk or think or dream of Love The whining Curse I 've banish'd from my Mind And with it all the thoughts of Womankind Come then my Muse and since th' occasion 's fair Against that Sex proclaim an endless War Which may renew as still my Verse is read And live when I am mingl'd with the dead Woman by Heav'ns the very Name 's a Crime Enough to blast and to debauch my Rhyme Sure Heaven it self intranc't like Adam lay Or else some banish'd Fiend usurp't the sway When Eve was form'd and with her usher'd in Plagues Woes and Death and a new World of Sin The fatal Rib was crooked and unev'n From whence they have their Crab-like Nature giv'n Averse to all the Laws of Man and Heav'n O Lucifer thy Regions had been thin Were 't not for Womans propagating Sin 'T is they alone that all true Vices know And send such Throngs down to thy Courts below Nay there is hardly one among 'em all But Envies Eve the glory of the Fall Be cautious then and guard your Empire well For should they once get power to rebel They'd surely raise a Civil-War in Hell Add to the pains you feel and make you know W' are here above as Curst as you below But we may thank our selves is there a Dog Who when he may have freedom wears the Clog But Man vain Man the more imprudent Beast Drags the dull weight when he may be releas't May such and Ah! too many such we see While they live here just only live to be The mark of Scorn Contempt and Infamy But if the Tide of Nature boist'rous grow And would Rebelliously its Banks o'erflow Then chuse a Wench who full of lewd desires Can meet your flouds of Love with equal fires She only damns the Soul but an ill Wife Damns that and with it all the Joys of Life And what vain Blockhead is so dull but knows That of two Ills the least is to chose But now since Womans Lust I chance to name Womans unbounded Lust I 'le first proclaim And show that our lewd Age has brought to view What Sodom when at worst had blush't to do True I confess that Rome's Emperial Whore More Fam'd for Vice than for the Crown she wore Into the publick Stews disguis'd wou'd thrust To quench the raging Fury of her Lust And by such Actions bravely got her Name Born up for ever on the Wings of Fame Yet this is poor to what our Modern Age Has hatch'd brought forth and acted on the Stage Which for the Sex's glory I 'le reherse And make that deathless as that makes my Verse Who knew not for to whom was she unknown Our late prodigious Bewley true she 's gone To answer for the num'rous Ills she 's done For if there is no Hell for such as she Heav'n is unjust and that it cannot be As Albions Isle fast rooted in the Main Does the rough Billows raging force disdain Which tho' they foam and with loud terror rore Yet they can never reach beyond their shore So she with Lusts Enthusiastick Rage Sustain'd all the salt Stallions of the Age. Whole Legions she encounter'd Legions tyr'd Insatiate yet still fresh Supplies desir'd Illustrious Bawd may thy name live and be Abhorr'd by all as 't is abhorr'd by me Thou formost in the Race of Infamy But Bodies must decay for 't is too sure There 's nothing from the Jaws of Time secure Yet when she found that she could do no more When all her Body was one putrid Sore Studded with Pox and Ulcers quite all o're Ev'n then by her delusive treach'rous Wiles For that 's most specious still which most beguiles Sh' enroll'd more Females in the List of Whore Than all the Arts of man e're did before Prest with the Pond'rous guilt at length she fell And through the solid Centre sunk to Hell The murm'ring Fiends all hover'd round about And in hoarse howls did the great Bawd salute Amaz'd to see a sordid lump of Clay Stain'd with more various bolder Crimes than they Nor were her