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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	beg_v	grave_n	great_a	16	3	2.1033	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36818	The Duke of Monmouth's kind answer to his mournful dutchess complaint, in the time of his absence vvith the great acknowledgement of his princely father's love, whose mercy is beyond compare, and pitty admired by all the Æuropean princes. Entred according to order.	Monmouth, James Scott, Duke of, 1649-1685, attributed name.	1683 (1683)	Wing D2511; ESTC R213245	1,653	6

The DUKE of Mōnmouth's Kind Answer TO HIS Mournful Dutchess Complaint In the time of His Absence VVith the great Acknowledgement of His Princely Father's Love whose Mercy is beyond compare and Pitty admired by all the AEuropean Princes Entred according to Order WHat noise is this that soundeth in mine ear Sure 't is the voice of my beloved dear My Noble Dutchess surely doth Complain For my long absence which doth her constrain To sigh and mourn then mourn and drop a tear Ah! what 's become of my beloved dear VVhere is he gone crys she where is he fled VVithout all doubt my Princely Love is dead Were he alive I think it could not be That my Delight should stay so long from me A live or dead Love would I were with thee This sound methinks doth pierce me to the heart I mourn that I was forc'd from her to part Well I 'le Return what ever doth betide With her to dwell where my Soul doth abide I come my Dutchess do no more complain Thou wilt enjoy thy hearts Delight again That Princely Monarch whom I did offend I hope in God once more will be my Friend And if my Pardon I can once obtain To gain the World I 'le ne'r offend again My Soul within me bleeds to think that I Was from my Father's presence forc'd to flye And then I check my self fye Jemmy fye But if I live mine Honour I 'le regain To wipe out that which Folly once did stain Through Seas of Dangers for my Father I VVill freely venture in his Quarrel dye Or gain such Honour that all shall admire Young Jemmy's heart should to that heighth aspire Nay and to make amends too I will strive And if I can by any means contrive To add such Glory to my Father's Name That e'ry tongue shall through the world proclaim And as to thee my Dutchess if I live For thy true love I 'le Satisfaction give No longer for thy Jemmy shalt thou mourn Nor drown'd thy self in Tears like one forlorn And e'ry sigh thou gav'st for my amiss Shall be rewarded with a loving Kiss Sigh you I 'le grieve and when you shed a tear I 'le hugg and comfort my beloved Dear Love ne'r so well I 'le strive thee to out-vie I hate to be in debt for Constancy VVhat Kindnesses soever you do show To me I 'le not one dram of Kindness owe For when you smile I 'le smile but if you frown On me my Dear you 'l see me sinking down A signal Token that I ill resent The Emblems of my true loves discontent My study now shall be to make-amends First to my Prince next to my Royal Friends And e'ry Friend I find that I have here I 'le find some way or other to endear A Prince that sprung from such a Royal Line Or had a Princely Father like to mine Should unto Deeds of Honour still incline The residue of all my days I 'le spend So that the Universe shall me commend I 'le merit Honour if it may be gain'd Ignoble Actions all shall be disdain'd And having compass'd what I here do say VVith Honour lye down in my Bed of Clay For all the Honours that a Prince can gain He must from hence not always here remain Then let our actions Righteous be and Just Princes and Peasants all must turn to Dust At God's Tribunal there appear he must All Youthful Vigour will in time decay And Riches they have wings and flye away There 's nothing Stable underneath the Sun Lofty Ambition thousands hath undone But findng more than I could well expect And since the Powers above do me protect I 'le strive to merit what 's bestow'd on me And to maintain my Father's Dignity My Dutchess I do hope shall grieve no more VVho for my absence was oppressed sore And her dear love I 'le certainly repay Her love I will ingraft my King obey So that when I submit to pale-fac'd Death VVho certainly must stop my murm'ring breath Sure some kind Soul so mournfully will say 'T was pitty Death snatcht this poor Duke away Sure to the Power Divine I must submit And beg of God Transgressions to remit That when at his Great Bar I shall appear I may be loved there as well as here That Monmouth's Name may never be forgot VVhose Carcass in the Grave must lye and rot Yet my immortal Soul I hope will be Through Jesus Christ blest to Eternity A Heavenly Diadem I would obtain To live where Jesus doth in Glory Reign Then shall I have no reason to complain FINIS Printed for Tho Wright 1683.