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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	age_n	life_n	old_a	5,148	5	5.6715	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04762	That vvhich seemes best is worst Exprest in a paraphrastical transcript of Iuuenals tenth satyre. Together with the tragicall narration of Virginias death interserted. By W.B.; Satura 10. English	Juvenal.; Barksted, William, fl. 1611, attributed name.; W. B., fl. 1613-1617.	1617 (1617)	STC 14893; ESTC S107965	21,830	54

other tales of old Which lying Greece hath in her story told How Cyrus dig'd downe Athos how he came And with his Nauie ouerfaild the same How in the sea on ships a bridge he set O're which his armie and his troops might get And how the Persian souldiers passing by Haue at one dinner dranke whole riuers dry He which made land be sea and sea be land saith Sostratus who could his power withstand And yet this Cyrus with his flying fame What was he when from Salamine he came He which with whips was wont to scourge the wind To whom great Aeolus was farre more kind He which would lay vp Neptune fast in chaines Or bore him through the eare with gentler paines Can any thinke the Gods O monstrous blindnes Would any of them doe this foole a kindnesse How came he backe then onely with one boate Which mōgst his slaughtered mē in blood did float Thus glory ends and thus ends he which sought it Thus was it sold and thus he deerely bought it Great Iupiter saith one prolong my dayes Thus somtimes merrie somtimes sad he prayes Meane while the man that liueth to be old Sustaines more miserie then can be told Old age with many sorrowes is distrest And those vncessant that it cannot rest How fowle and ougly t' is to looke vpon Full of diseases and corruption O how vnlike a man it makes a man His soft white skinne it doth like lether tan It makes his cheekes hang flag wrinckles his brow Hollowes his eyes and makes his shoulders bow In Tabracena like an old Bitch-Ape Among the trees so doth he rub and scrape Mong young men many differences be He is more faire then this and this then he One is more swift another stronger is Each ioyeth in his proper qualities But old mens faces all doe looke as one His limmes doe tremble and his voyce doth mone He shakes his head and like an infant goes And coughes and driuels through his snotty nose He suppes his meat and softer bread he chawes Alas a crust would bruse his toothlesse iawes A knife he cares not for giue him a spoone Feede him with pap and milke and sleepe at noone Old man alas he is vnsauory Vnto himselfe his wife and progeny He which would be his heire cannot abide him Cossus he stops his nose and doth deride him The rellish of his meate and drinke is past For now his palate is quite out of tast The pleasures he was wont in youth to find Are now long since forgot and out of mind He can doe nothing now as heretofore Those daies be gone he can doe so no more His bodie 's chill his lusty blood is cold Alas put cloathes vpon him now he 's old If he pleas'd others in his youthfull time They shall doe well if now they cherish him They must not looke for former pleasures still VVithout performance what auailes the will But now behold another losse appeares The noise of musicke pleaseth not his eares No though Seleucus sing with all his skill Or all his consort with their trumpets shrill It skills not in the Theater where he sit Cornet or trumpet he heares neare a whit His boy which tells him who comes in and out And what 's the clocke must in his deafe eare shout The little life which in his pulse doth beate Is warmed onely by a feuers heate A swarme of old diseases crawle about him Aches and paines within him and without him Whose seuerall names if any man desire Sooner I might expresse did neede require The names of those which haue with Hippia laine How many patients Themison hath slaine How many young men Basilus hath spoild How many pupils Hirrus hath beguild How many men long Maura in one day Hath swallowed quick and brought them to decay I could in lesser time at large expresse How many Townes Licinius doth possesse Who now into the Senate house doth passe Who erst no better then a barber was One of his shoulders this of his loines complaines Anothers hips are weake and full of paines A fourth hath lost both eyes and doth enuie A very blinkes that hath but halfe an eie His pale wan lippes whilome so cherry red Must from anothers fingers now be fed Whose hungry appetite at times of meales Was wont to gape and ring the kitchin peales Like a young Swallow waiting for her dam He now sits gaping while they doe him cram But which is worst he turnes directly sot His friends and seruants names he hath forgot They which did sup with him but yester night Before next morning are forgotten quite Nay his own children flesh and bloud which came Out of his loines bred by him fie for shame These are vnknowne nay he is so misled That his owne heires are disinherited And Phiale that Witch that common Whore Gulles him and turnes his children out of doore And all the goods this doating foole ere got Must fall at length vnto this harlots lot A mischiefe on 't can it be prosperous When old age dotes and must be lecherous No no gainst nature this is done to spite her And fortune certainely at length will right her O i st not braue to see a foule ranke Goate Hunting traine-sent vpon a peticoate To see an old deformed crooked Ramme Raging with lust vpon a silly Lambe 'T is odious madnes natures selfe doth hate it And sense and reason doe abhominate it Yet sense and reason here can doe no good Nature disswades but is not vnderstood Hence she growes malecontent hanges the head And seemes to liue but she indeede is dead Nature and sense and reason hence are gone Madnesse and lust predominate alone When age and lust drie wood and fire do meet How can the flame be quencht when did you see 't Thus to liue long and then to be a foole Grant it O Iupiter to him that woole But say that sense and wit remaine intire And age and wisedome happily conspire When strength and outward beauties are declin'd Yet vertue still suruiueth in the mind Is not this length of daies to be desired As deepely wisht as worthily admired Yes certainely and yet this happy age Is but a scene vpon a tragicke stage While like a sad spectator he must see Life mixt with death and ioy with miserie He liues indeed to see his kinred die His brethren and his sisters destinie But this most makes him weary of his life Death lets him liue but killes his deerest wife This is the paine which longer life attendes Still to bewaile the fortune of its friends To see ones house perpetually to wast And to be spent and quite consum'd at last Onely himselfe now like a man forlorne Is left aliue their funerals to mourne Vnhappie he must sorrow all alone For all his friends alas are dead and gone King Nestor if that Homer hath not lied Did liue three hundred yeeres before he died Was he not happy which from yeere to yeere So long together could

are Meane while some of the people herewithall Begin to feare to see Seianus fall T' is said saith one there 's more then he proscribed Nay t' is too true a mighty fire 's prouided As I came by I met Brutidius At Mars his shrine who look't most piteous O how I feare lest Caesar should pretend That we the people doe him ill defend Whereof accused to 'scape a greater ill With Aiax many a one himselfe will kill Come then and let vs while his body yet Lies on the shore trample it vnder feet And let our slaues looke on lest they denie And bring their Masters into ieopardie Thus Seian ' falles and thus the people speake Thus fortunes frownes ambitions neck doth break And wilt thou now since this is come to passe Desire to be saluted as he was To haue his wealth his chiefest seate of all Ouer the Armie to bee Generall The Princes guide who out of Rome doth sit With Caldie Wisards practising his wit Thou faine would'st haue is not thy mind so bent His Launce his troopes his horse his stately tent Thou wishest these might fall vnto thy lot This thou dost aske and saist why should I not For some there are which would not kill their foe Which wish yet to be able to doe so But in this world what can so happie be What hope from feare what State frō danger free Our honey sweets with bitter gall are blended And all our ioyes with sorrowes are attended Which of these two then had'st thou rather be Or great Seianus in his surquedrie Or else some Officer some simple man Awing the Fiden and the Gabian Clarke of the marquet like a Iudge to sit Breaking their measures as thou thinkest fit Sure thou wilt say Setanus he was wood Who wish't and had but wist not what was good He which to too much honour did aspire And not content did too much wealth desire He rais'd a turret ouertopping all The higher t' was the greater was his fall Fortune that rais'd him threw him downe againe And when he gan to fall he fell amaine What ouerthrew Crassus and Pompies state And him which did the Romans subiugate But honours thirst by proud ambition wrought While as the Gods vouchsafd thē all they sought Few Kings doe die which are not murthered Seldome a Tyrant dieth in his bed Since honours fal then is so violent Another wisheth to be eloquent Famous as Tully or Demosthenes Wherfore he praies it might Minerua please And therefore celebrates her fiue dayes feast And buyes Mineruaes picture at the least Which in a Casket he doth trimly keepe That he may haue their eloquence so deepe But out alas they both gaue such offence That both did perish by their eloquence Each of them had a fluent tongue indeed But this alone did both their mischiefes breed Tullies owne wit cut off his head and hands A meaner Orator securely stands All day at barre and pleades the best he can And no man seekes to hurt the honest man When I was Consull Rome was fortunate Said Tully once but this procur'd no hate Had all the rest he spake been like to this He might haue skorn'd a world of Anthonies But t' was not so that which his throat did stick Was his so famous second Philippicke Thus he whom Athens did so much admire Whose words did set his auditors on fire Who in the Theater the raines did hold And led the common people as he would This mighty torrent of swift eloquence Came to his end by his fierce vehemence Hard was his hap and sinister his fate The angry Gods made him vnfortunate Whose father almost blind in both his eyes With soot and smoke which from his forge did rise From middest his rust his hammers and his tooles From Vulcans shop he sent him to the schooles O but the spoyles and trophies of the warre The Gorget Helmet hewd with many a skarre The broken Chariots Flags and Ancients torne The captiue prisoners looking all forlorne These high renownes doe noble breasts enflame And make them hazard all to purchase fame This doth the worthie Romane and the Greeke This the Barbarian doth also seeke This makes them feare no dangers this doth make Them all so many labours vndertake So farre the thirst of honour doth exceed On learnings praise on sacred vertues meed For who will euer after vertue looke If vertues guerdons be from vertue tooke Yet lust of praise the glory of a few Our State and countrey sometimes ouerthrew O what a goodly thing it seem'd to some To see their titles grauen on their tombe Which yet a fig a shrub in little space Their taking root would ruine and deface And can a toombe then fame perpetuate Alas it selfe is subiect vnto fate Weigh Hanniball and see how many pound Within this Captaines ashes may be found This is that Hannibal whom Africa Which westward stretcheth to th' Atlantick sea Eastward as farre as Nilus slimy sands To Aethiopiaes mightie Elephands All which cannot great Hannibal containe But to these Kingdomes he vniteth Spaine Ouer the Pyrenaean hilles he goes Vntill he come toward the Alpian snowes Where natures selfe would seeme to stop his way But all in vaine nothing can make him stay He teares the rockes and melts the snow with fire And fretteth out his way with vineger And now is he possest of Italie Where with his armie he doth onward hie All this is nought saith he yet must we come And breake the gates and rase the walles of Rome Where in Suburra in the market place Wee l ' spread our colours and the Romans chace O what a martiall countenance had he How braue a sight his picture drawne would be When with one eye like to a pettie God Vpon an Elephant he proudly rode But what became of all this pompe and state O false vaine-glory most vnhappie fate Great Hannibal is ouercome and flies And for his safety into Syria hies From thence he gets into Bithynia And seekes for succour of King Prusia Where at the Court he stands without the gate And for the Kings returne from sleepe doth waite He which so much disturb'd the world with strife From whō nor sword nor speare could take his life He which at Cannes the Romans ouerthrew This man at length his poyson'd owne ring flew Go mighty mad man climbe the Alpes againe And then come downe and rifle all the plaine Make matter for each boy to worke vpon Wherewith to stuffe his declamation One world will not containe great Alexander To finde out other worlds he needs must wander He hath not elbow roome but puffes and blowes This world wants aire it is too straite and close Alas to Alexander t' is no mo Then is the island Giare or Seripho And yet this great one for the world too great At Babylon lies in a narrow seate Death takes vs downe death doth alone confesse How much our bodies then our mindes are lesse It is beleeu'd mong