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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	bear_v	life_n	live_v	4,791	5	5.2156	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10418	Seauen satyres applyed to the weeke including the worlds ridiculous follyes. True fælicity described in the phoenix. Maulgre. Whereunto is annexed the wandring satyre. By W. Rankins, Gent.	Rankins, William, fl. 1587.	1598 (1598)	STC 20700; ESTC S110588	12,019	54

run at large But take me to thy safe protecting charge Frō foorth thy Temple thou didst banish theeues That Saints might praise thee where thou wast prophand And creatures liue y t on thy name beleeues I am thy temple let it not be staynd For there too long hath cursed Sathan raynd Cast forth that tempter giue the feend discharge Binde that old Serpent least he flye at large And when I finde that enemy is gone That soothes my soule with vile impiety Thy name oh Father I will call vpon And keepe it from bould sinnes society And from false pleasures curst variety Then let thy spirit walke with my spirit at large And Lord lay not my sinnes vnto my charge Who will prayse thee Lord within the Pit WIth reuerent toong and groaning spirit opprest My bones like rocks beaten with seas of teares And worne with stormy sighs of my vnrest Behold Messias my vext soule appeares Afflicted with a legion of pale feares And humbly prayes thee Lord to be appeas'd That my hearts killing dollor may be easd How shall I do thee honor in the graue Or praise thee in the darkenes of despaire No light of gladnes shines in sorrowes caue No morning Harp can hymne thy name in care Except some comfort to the sence repaire Let then one sparke of fauour but appeare And I will say my Lord my God is there Like withered stubble bended to the ground The horse and yoaked Oxe treade on my brest And ploughmen gash my reynes with many a woūd The poisoned adder makes my flesh her nest I Lord and that oppression is my least Yet none but thou canst fling me to the graue O saue me thence and thou shalt worship haue Thy seruant Iob by suffered sathan tempted Knew by thy grace he should be rays'd againe For from the pit his body was exempted The curst soule-foe could there no conquest gain Thou gau'st him strength the conflict to maintain I haue no power no strength no force of wit Then much more Lord preserue me from the pit Like to a vanquisht bloody battaile won Few now are left to beate Iehouahs name Those which escapt from faiths true fight haue run Reserue yet some though they be halt and lame For thou canst cure the soule that hath a maime Let me sweete Christ be one thou meanst to saue Then know I that I shall not touch the graue Passio Christi O Father if it be thy will let this cup passe DIuine humane humane Diuine my God Behold thy sonne corruptlesse virgins flesh Spirit of the which with thee hath abod Who than thy selfe of thy selfe is no lesse Vouchsafe thy heauenly issue so to blesse That if thou wilt ô wilt thou without wroth Let this cup passe I may not taste thereof Thy bitter imposition comes of loue Therefore thy gracious will not mine be done This bloudy swet a fathers name might mooue But ô great righteousnes what is begun Saue many a child by torment of one sonne Father eternall better thine heyre dye Than all the rest in vtter darkeneslye This anguish like a sucking serpent drawes My conduit-flowing veines of bloud so fast And my sharpe wounding passion will not pause But shewes me death to come not torments past And pale aspect of weakenes stands agast Soueraigne of Kings supreme of ioyfull rest With thy imperiall scepter touch my brest But must thy deare begotten smart for all Must all the worlds huge sinnes be layd on me What shall I suffer then what kinde of thral What cruell bondage what sharpe misery What deaths what frighting horrors must there be If that one sinne and but of one man too Deserue hell fire what shall all mens sinnes doe For euery sinne of euery seuerall man Sweet Father must I beare a seuerall hell Why then my paine is pleasure yet began But in the end where must thy chosen dwell Where thou wilt Lord I will account all well Heauen hell death life I will endure my crosse Reckoning for one deaths conquering lifes losse All plagues for all all yoakes my backe shal beare Which in this brim-full cup of death I put And so auoide tempting cold shiuering feare For I will drinke this draught of gall quite vp And my inuaded spirit from terror shut So take the resolution of thy Sonne For Father not my will but thine be done Explicit Christus Resurrectio Christi ARchangels Angels Martyrs holy Saints Oh heauens celestiall family appeare Giue all your powers vnnaturall restraints Sound Cherubin-like musicke in his eare Whose glorious being banisht all hell-feare The Sonne is ri's Gods deare elected Sonne And now ascends where his first birth begun Cloudes clap together with mellodious voice And with your softnes cloath his blessed brest From his great Father heare a thundering noyse That crownes his bright Sonne in eternall rest Of all oh onely all thou art most blest And earthly men forsake your vaine delight Kneele pray and praise this vncompared might Ionas that in the huge Leuiathan Three hell-darke nights dayes imprisoned was Is like a chosen Prophet come againe Oh how thy word drad king is come to passe So is this Prophet which doth all surpasse Rose from the foggy entrailes of the graue Mankinde vngratefull minded-man to saue Baptizing Iohn that in the wildernes Liu'd as an exile in that barren land Feeding on Locusts in his sharp distresse Subiect to monsters and at deaths command Hath conquer'd all this with his faithfull hand And is returnd So our Baptizer is Who not with water but with bloud brings blisse Since whose abode deuouring hell is frighted Quaking for feare when Iesus Christ was there And quick-eyd death become but dimly sighted And since when he is nam'd they shake for feare If but thy name do such amazement beare What did the person of so great a king Hels victory controule and kill deaths sting Then from the fleshly prison of base sinne Rise oh thou foule infected soule of mine Arise or else death will the battaile winne And kill thee with a thousand darted crime Come quickly from this filthy graue in time Rise thus and thou shalt euer rise with ioy And as thy Sauiour did thou shalt destroy FINIS

all their traine I wish them that they haue headhiding shame SATYR quartus Contra Iouialistam WHere the high minded forrest king commands And half horst Centaurs kemb his dusky locks And haue their progres through his spatious lands Where Vnicornes attend their Lord in flocks Whetting heir hornes vpon the corall rocks And when he thirsts do purge the riuers brinke For so ought euery mighty Prince to drinke Of thence am I yet enemy to pride And publique plaguer of the insolent I cannot that iniurious ill abide When mighty men must haue their wisdome lent And being Landlords buy their wit for rent In fine the fyne he payes well come to light And all be forfait to the foole by right Let him that cannot guide Apolloes seate Content him with a couch vpon the ground Better be silent though thy place be great Than speaking with anothers toong be found And so betrayd recite a mortall wound Which neither peere nor popular redresse Can cure with all the good thou doest possesse The Senators of Rome would shame to set And speake but Placet like a borrowed word Wherein their censures daunced in a net Such sacriledge by Romaines was abhord His skull is curst that can no more afford Rut to confirme all doctrine to be good Making both one of Paul and Robinhood Behold the climbing ofspring of the Sunne Vnable those fyre-foming steedes to guide Suffers the Axeltree of heauen to burne And to the wrathfull sea doth headlong slide Curst by the Signes for his detested pride Thus when we thinke our selues begirt with blisse We practise our owne downefall with a kisse But yet there are that trace the milke-white way And follow Ioue to his iudiciall seate Whose soueraigne wisdome iudgement will obey From whom doth spring such comfortable heat That with deep knowledge makes y e mind repleat But for those sort that want of wit doth sterue Their cap and common curtsie will not sterue SATYR quintus Contra Venerëum FRom the sweet field where Phillis hangd hit self And Martyr Dido dide in sacrifice My flesh bepincht with Lar and Fary elfe Where Venus and hir darling tyrannize And leane-fac'te louers more Idolatrize Where Lais ghost in Lacus dulcis lies Kept downe with false harts that she cannot rise I stole away least the prowd Paphean queene Although my shape be base and ougly ill Might send her sonne to haue hir greatnes seeme And force insatiat loue against my will For her edicts giue life to them that kill And her sharp lawes are quite exempt from reason Full of impiety periury and treason For instance see a seruant wan and pale Slaue to his misters beck her frowne her smile An oath commander when his toong doth faile Whose meacocks heart in agonies doth boile And in a world of follies keepes a coile And like a Spanniell wayting for a bone Feedeth his greedy eye with hope alone And in that glasse examine but his lines How they are peest with Ouids excrements How he perfumes with roses his rude rimes With pearles and rubyes makes her monuments Comparing heauen to her habillaments When she is worser than a broken glasse Which neuer will for any purpose passe His lips with thousand kisses courts her hand And sonnets forth her beawty to the skyes Where if her comelines be rightly scand Shees neither vertuous beawtifull nor wise And all her grace is but to seeme precise Yet doth this woodcock weare himselfe away By doating on this foule ignoble pray I honor Cynthia and her nimphlike traine That in sweete Tempe feast with chastity Whose soueraigne beawty coynes doth disclaime Knowing prowde eyes shew smallest honesty And coulor hath but coulors property But for the foole that sighes for all he sees For his reward I wish him Vulcanes fees SATYR sextus Contra Saturnistam FArewell awhile chill and vnhallowed caues Where Saturne with deuouring mischiefe frets Where Melancholly chases and madnes raues Where pain dead torments torments death begets Where discontent in ragged habit sits Where the harsh tunde vnwelcome Screech owle sings And buzzing Hornets flye with cobweb wings For for a while I must associate them That reaching Polliticians will be nam'd And what is done in countryes far do ken Vrging that nature all the world hath fram'd Affirming God in things is needlesse nam'd But that the influence of the heauen effects Our good or bad still grac'te by all respects That take a pride in damned Machiauile And study his disciples to be thought Allowing all deedes be they neu'r so vile Such as haue hell-borne Atheisme taught Accounting scripture customes that are naught Such as are earnest Turks where is a Turke And call the Alcharon a godly worke Such as are minded with Pythagoras And hold the transmigration to be true That after death mens soules to bruite beasts passe And then againe transforme their shape anew That lookt for resurrection is not due So liuing in licentious liberty Commit foule treasons rape and villany But oh deere knowledge do not so permit Thy reuerent vertues to be scard and maym'd Infuse thy comfort to some sacred wit Else will thy holy offerings be disdaind And all thy spotlesse excellence be staind These Tyrants will disroabe thee of thy right And cloth thee with torne garments of despight And thou religion draw thy steele bright sword And lop this cursed Hydra limbe by limbe Legions of Angels will attend thy word In cristall armor proofe from death and sinne When thou with triumph shalt the battaile winne And these sold slaues throgh Sathās gate shal passe And ●…ue in boyling leade and burning glasse SATYR septimus Contra Sollistam THere where the sortish ignoraunt adore The vaine transparant splendor of the Sun Accounting no felicity before The rising of his glory be begun Yet darke drown devices will not seeke to shun I was but now the shade of men I tooke Those that the substance of their soule forsooke Craesus said wealth was chiefe felicity Onely authority deseru'd a throne That war for kingdomes was tranquility And to be honor'd was true heauen alone But when by thraldome all this pompe was gone Solon quoth he my soule must needes confesse In dying well is onely happines The sun shines when the Scepter's in the hand The sun shines where the golden Fleece doth rest Where Ladyes wanton with a carpet band Though it be shut within the Misers chest And where fat Epicures delight to feast O golden glory shall this euer vanish Where such a God with swaying power doth vanquish Behold the morning cheeres the springing flower The heate of heauen glads the twining vine The glasse full brimmed with the sandy hower These are more glorious than that pride of thine Yet see how sodainely they shall decline When like the flower thy beawty vine thy wit Thy glasse-dust run and thou in dust shalt sit How like a King the Marygould doth spred The golden circuit of her impald brow A whiffing winde that coronet hath shed And made