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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	body_n	bring_v	soul_n	8,700	5	5.0987	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B00463	The fabulous tales of Esope the Phrygian, compiled moste eloquently in Scottishe metre by Master Robert Henrison, & now lately Englished. ; Euery tale moralized most aptly to this present time, worthy to be read..; Aesop's fables. English. Selections. 1577	Aesop.; Henryson, Robert, 1430?-1506?; Smith, Richard, fl. 1587.	1577 (1577)	STC 186.5; ESTC S90053	52,310	130

ouer this water bring This othe was made the Mouse without perceiuing The false engine of this foule carping Pad Toke threede and bound hir legge as she hir bad Then foote for foote they lap both in the brim But in their mindes they were right different The Mouse thought of nothing but for to swim The Paddock for to drowne set his intent When they in midway of the streame nere went With all hir force the Paddock pressed downe And thought the Mouse without mercy to drowne Perceyuing this the Mouse on hir can cry Traytour to God and forsworne vnto me Thou tookest vpon thy faith right now that I Without hurt or harme should ferried be and free And when she sawe there was but do or dee Withall hir might she forst hir selfe to swim And pressed vpon the Todes back for to clim The dread of death hir strength made increas And forced hir defende with might and mayne The Mouse vpward the Paddock downe can pres Whyle to while fro whyle dowked vp againe This silly Mouse plunged into great payne Can fight as long as breath was in hir breast Till at the last she cried for the priest Fighting thus togither the kight sate on a twist And to this wretched battell tooke good heede And with a whiske or any of them wist He clenchet his talens betwixt them on the threede So to the lande he flew with them good speede Glad of that catch piping with many pew So lowsed them and without pity slew Then bowelled them that butcher with his bill And belly drawen full featly them he fleede But all their flesh would scant be half a fill And guttes also vnto that greedy gleede Of their debate thus when I heard the reede He tooke his flight and ouer the fieldes flaw If this be not true then aske of them that saw Moralitie MY brother if thou wil take aduertence By this Fable thou may perceyue and see It passes farre all kinde of pestilence A wicked minde fraught with woordes fayre and s●ee Beware therefore with whome thou matchest thee For thee were better go to carte and plow And all thy dayes to delue in wet and drie Than to be matched with a wicked fellow A false intent vnder a fayre pretence Hath caused many an innocent to die Great folly it is to giue ouersoone credence To all that speakes fayrely vnto thee A silken tong an heart of cruelty Smites more sore than any shot of arrow Brother if thou be wise I red thee flee To match thee with a fained froward fellow I warrant thee also it is great negligence To bind thee fast where thou were franke free When thou art bounde thou can make no defence To saue thy life nor yet thy libertie This simple counsel brother take of me And it to conne forth both early and late Better without strife to liue alone we see Than to be matched with a wicked mate This holde in mind right more I shall thee tel What by these beastes may be fygurate The Paddocke vsing in the floud to dwel Is mans body swimming rare and late In this wretched world with cares implicate Now hy now low whiles plūged vp whiles down Continually in peril and ready for to drowne Now dolorous now glad as byrde on breere Now in freedome now wrapped in distresse Now hole and sound now dead brought on beer Now pore as Iob now rolling in riches Now gownes gay now ragges laide in presse Now full as pease now hungry as the hounde Now hoyst on wheele now thrown vpon the ground This litle mouse here knit thus by the shin The soule of man betoken may indeede Bounden and from the body may not win While cruel death come breake of life the threede The which to drown should euer stand in dread Of carnall lust by the suggestion Which drawes the soule continually a downe The water is the world aye weltering With many waues of tribulation In which the soule and bodie be sturring Standing right different in their opinion The soule vpwarde the body preaces downe The soule right faine would be brought ore ywis Out of this world into the heauens blisse The Right is death that cometh sodainely As doth a theef and endeth soone the battell Be vigilant therfore and still ready For mans life is brickle and aye mortall My friend therefore make thee a strong wall Of faith in Christ for death wil the assay Thou knowst not when euen morrow or midday Adew my friend and if that any aske Of these Fables so shortly I conclude Say thou I left the rest vnto the learneds taske To make example and some simlitude Now Christ for vs that died on the rood Of soule and life as thou art sauiour Graunt vs to passe into a blessed houre Finished in the vale of Aylesburie the thirtenth of August Anno Domini 1574. THE EPILOGVE BEhold ye men Esope that noble clerke Although of body yformed wondrous ill His fables wrote with wisdome deep and darke To stir our mindes to good which had no will By beastes and foules he spake to warne vs still As Foxe Woulfe sheepe dog cocke and henne To stirre our mindes to liue on earth like men It s writ of olde by authours that are past That Esope was crooke backt great belly head Crooke legged splay foote like a Cowe in wast Yet vertuous of his life as it is sead Whose good examples liues though he be dead In eche mans mouth and shall do still for aye Lo vertue brings forth fruite without decay Thus as ye heare ill shapen of his body Yet of his minde none perfecter then he But marke his Sawes and ye finde him no noddy But perfect aye as perfect loe may be Who lendes you light good vertuous wayes to see Then loue this worke and and reade it at your will I but eclipse his tales of so great skill FINIS