Linguistic DNA - Concept Modelling Demonstrator

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	body_n	good_a	soul_n	9,788	5	5.0756	4	true

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A68703	Philomythie, or, Philomythologie wherin outlandish birds, beasts, and fishes, are taught to speake true English plainely / by Tho: Scot ...	Scot, Tho. (Thomas), fl. 1605.	1622 (1622)	STC 21871; ESTC S1126	100,451	231

good They first must pray so vndeserued gold Ill got we waste and haue no power to holdâ— Then they proceed to words from words to blowes The way to ill is easie but who knowes The Clue that we returne by hence proceeds A Challenge from wrong'd Wharton Steward needs No such stale prouocation Mischiefes feet Are swift to blood their quicke desires soon meet And met soone fight bold Steward falls by Fate Wharton by Chance those powers each other hate So I haue seene from th' Indies East and West Two Ships well rigg'd and mann'd vpon the brest Of Thetis dâ—ncing spreading flags abroad For ioy of their long-wisht-for English roade Past now all dangerous Roâ—ksâ— Gulphs Pyrats Sand Ready t'vnlade their rich fraught on firme land And tell the story of their perils past And frolicke with glad friends in peace at last When spying each other so bedeckt adorn'd With outward pomp ones pride the other scorn'd And from that enuious scorn some word proceeding And from that word some blow from that blow bleeding Then giuing way to fury all inrag'd Both are in desp'rate tearmes of fight ingag'd The fire in water Lead in th' ayre their center Doe madly seeke and both these râ—dely enter The strong ships wombe and ransacâ—e euery hold For pretious life neglecting Indiâ—n gold The shot seems thunder but the dying grones Of slaughtered soules shrike louder deeper tones Then roring Cannons whose thicke charging rout Le ts water freely in and poures bloud out In this hot fight both firmly doe defend Both nimbly do assault both madly spend Strength skill and all to hurt Conquest inclines To neither part as partiall Equall lines Are drawne betwixt them both by Fate and Chance Till th' one his topsaile fairely doth aduance To win the winde and in that vantage flies With force and fury on his foe who plies All meanes to salue this losse and to regaine Faire ods or equall standing once againe But all in vaine fortune the winde and sea Conâ—ederate with the aduerse seeme to be So this to sinke rather then yeeld resolues And halfe his tatter'd sides the Sea inuolues When th' other couetous grapples with his foe To bourd and rob him and being chained so The sâ—ip that leaks sinks and with his weight drawes The Conqueror with Conquest to deaths iawes So fares it with these noble Combatants Both equally of blood and honor vaunts Both enui'd and belou'd alike both friends Both yong both valiant and their life and ends So paralell and twin-like like in all That they obtain'd one graue one â—unerall One graue one funerall they obtain'd yet lost The â—ame and honor their youth thirsted most Because their quarrell on false grounds begun Could not produce true praise nor true blame shun The wounds thou gau'st stout Whartoâ— had bin good Against thy Kings or faiths foe and thy blood Heroicke Steward had been nobly shed Against such slaues so both had brauely bled And your brasse Monuments had spoke the fame Of Whartons noble Stewards royall name Then the fierce challenger for his quicke charge And stout assault with wounds giuen deepe and large His apt command of euery part soone shunning All wounds saue one giuen more by chance then cunning And the Defendant who so long time stood Drownd yet vndanted in his owne life blood And deadly wounded past all hope of liuing Death in his death to his haile fooeman giuing Had filld the largest leaues of Fames faire story And both worne wreath of triumph conquest gloryâ— And then like patterns â—o both Realms set out By vertue for example the wise and stout Had been your schollers and their lessons read In those greene fields where both so boldly bled Bnt now aye me as rocks bars sands at sea Or marks set vp to shew ships where they bee Or rather as some wrack'd ships selfe whose mast Ore-looks the waues and yet still sticking fast In th' eating silt bids the wise Pilot flye The tracklesse path where such hid dangers lye So stand these two the signes of woe and ruth Of shipwrackt honor fortune valour youth And by their deaths confirme this speech for good Vertue hath greater priuiledge then blood Our soules are Gods our bodies are the Kings And he that in his priuate quarrell brings Either of these in question doth betray The Kings part and giues Gods part cleane away England behold in Wharton what thou art And Scotland see in Steward euery part Of thy best power shun enmitie and strife None but your selues haue power of eithers life Let no slight toyes the snares and traines of hell Breed war betwixt you two but kindly dwell Within this I le as in one house the rather Being thereto wooed by your good King kind father If not peruse this glasse and let not me The fatall Prophet of such ill newes be To your succeeding times but choose you whether You 'le still liue friends or like these die together DVELLI FINIS A cast of Falcons in their pride At passage scouring fowle eâ—pide Securely feeding from the spring At one both ayme with nimble wing They first mount vp abouâ— Mans sight Plying for life this emulouâ— flight In equall compasse and maintaine Their pitch without a lazie plaine Then stooping freely lightning like They counter dead each other strike The â—owle escapesâ— and with her wings Their funerall dirge this lesson sings Who aimes at glory not aright Meetâ—s death but Glorie takes her flight Epitaphium Georgii Whartoni Milit. TH' offence was great worse the report The iniâ—râ—e Reuenge acquitting And life with many wounds ta'ne for 't Argâ—'de a minde true honour fitting For sluggish Cowardice doth shame Anoble Stocke and â—onour'd nameâ— Epitaphium Iacobi Stewardi Armigeri VVIth an vndaunted heart I fought Reuenge and Choller me assailing In fight I fell with courage stoâ—t My life and â—oes together failingâ— I dig'de my graue out with my sword And stroke whilst life would strength afford IVSTITIA IACOBI Dedicated to the graue reuerend and iudicious Knight Sr. ROBERT GARDINER sometime Lord Iustice of Ireland SO many men presse now for place in State Deseart and Worth cannot come neere the gate â—ut happy were it for the State and Vs â—f we as Rome did sought for Curius â—here should we finde him farre from Court with you â—erhaps a Gardiner or perhaps at Plow â—et euen the same which Pyrrhus did withstand â—amnites and Sabines ruld as you Ireland â—hen should our Kings cleare Iustice shine too brighâ— â—o suffer potent wrong cloude impotent right â—hen should this act of Iustice so aboue â—ll presidents make others like it mooâ—e But wretched we whilst few the doore can passe Of high preâ—erment but the Lâ—den Asse Regalis Justitia IACOBI DEVS VIDET Man Angell nor the Fiend of Hell Can Mans heart see search and tell That God aloâ—e doth vnderstand Closing all thoughts within his hand He better knowes then Priest Iudge Scribe Who gaue the last cause-carrying bribe He sees

when sentence goes awâ—y Where the hidden ground doth lie He knoâ—es if it be true or no The doubtfull witnesse sweares vntoâ— He markes the Iewrie and their leader And obserues the lying Pleader He notes the Councell what they doe And the Kings heart searcheth too HOw hatefull is this silence I haue stood Wishing expecting musing long who wou'd With honest thrift this faire aduantage take To fame himselfe for euer and to make This sencelesse age conceiue perhaps commend The good we now enioy not apprehend Time was Kings words were like to apples snatch'd From t' Hesperâ—des so obsâ—ru'dâ— so watch'de None â—â—ffer'd to drop downe all highly prizde Preserâ—ed recorded apothegmatizde But now their words though Orâ—cleâ— to those Of former times though verse vnto their prose Are slighted by this lip-wise age of ours Whose rootles knowledge bears no fruits but flow'rs Where is the Man whose better fate admits Him place time meanes to heare the King of wits Discourse like Salomon of euery thing Begot betwixt the winter and the spring Determine euery doubt that doth arise Twixt heauen and earth the â—diot and the wise That doth for priuate vse or publike good Make knowne how Sabâ—-like he vnderstood And did not like the pictures waite for show To fill place only but to learne to know This man is yet no Courtier or at least No daily waiter scarce sâ—â—ne at a feast Too poore and plaine to trauaile and bring backe The â—ongue and heart of treason he doth lacke A face t' outface his wants and doth bewrâ—y His ignorance in euery arrogant way He meanes good faith and speakes it though the lip Of censuring law his state and body stript Of coyne and eares and freedome it 's no crime To speake truth he thinks though 't be out of time He is no chamber Traytor from hell sent To vâ—dermine the Soules high Parliament He cannot candy poyson wants the waies To tickle truth to death with her owne praise He dares not weare a desperatâ— suite t' vndoe Himselfe a Mercer and a Taylor too And then make that the preface how to aske Towards his vnknowne losse in the last maske But such as can those Court-lie Mysteries Want time for this Themselues are histories Not easely learn'd t' will aske a perfect Man To read them daily o're do what he can And ere he learns by heart each attribute Appropriate to the body and the suite Himselfe growes old or a new-fashion springs Which shifts the Scene the forme and face of things Thus silk-worms spend their times schollers too Haue idle worke enough to turne them to Perhaps a paire of feete and a tongue stroue Who should walke fastest and most countries roue In fewest howers to smallest purpose these At length returne their trauailes finisht please To publish their fond Iournall But alasse Neither themselues nor their huge worke can passe Our presse vnpraisde O Courtiers thither hie Gallants Wits Poets Let your Muses flie Not to reforme or settle this light braine But render him more wilde Your selues shall gaine Much wonder by 't extol'd shall be your skill For writing well in ieast in â—â—rnest ill Or if not this some other witty taske Staies your continuall leisures and doth aske Inke from your pens t'asperge deforme defile States and their instruments with libells vile No man must liue without your fawning praise Nor no man die without your rounddelaies Death maks you sport stroks which force the State Stagger and reele your humors eleuate Vice liuing is preferd to Vertue dead The present no time els is honored If you attend on Kings it 's to obserue Their imperfections where their frailties swerue In rash attempts or passionate words vnstaid From iuster rules their intemperate bloods once laide As if Kings were not men weake fraile and poore Like to their Subiects and subiected more As if at Rome whether you send this newes All there were Saints your Popes Court no stewesâ— As if that you a Patent had from Hell All things to say or doe but nothing well O! if you yet retaine a graine of that Which your high aimes would seeme to leuell at Or if no faith but that you Atheists be And nothing but vnhallow'd Reason see If but a sparke of that remaine intire Which you seeme to monopolize the fire Prometheus filch'd from louâ— let that bright flame Kindle your zeales for selfe kings countries fame To vse those opportunities parts plâ—ces Intelligences meanes friends fortunes graces You haue ' boue other for the publique good That we may vnderstand you vnderstood Learne Saba like to heare obserue report The good our Salomon speakes doth at Court Not Shemei like to slander curse deride Religions Nurse Arts glory vertues pride Bnt you contemne my admonition Goe Feed â—at for hell the place you coâ—et so And let my humble Muse applaud admire And celebrate heâ—uens grant to our desire Tell what thou seest and feel'st Ingratitude Receiues craues swallowes a whole multitude Of gifts and graces without thanks or cense And with dul silence beats heauens blessings henceâ— It is Dâ—traction to conceale due praise When good related might more goodnesse raise It is not flattery to report truth well True glasses both our faults and fauours tell Here then receiue this one worke royall â—ames Which now reflects vpon thee and more fames This Church and â—ingdom then thy birth crown pen Or â—hat else makes thee the good King of men I sing thy Iustice whose cleere raies giues light To neighbour Princes in this ignorant night Of mistie error and corrupt Respect How to informe aright their intellect And hauing here on earth mongst Christian Kings And Pagans shone it mounts the winds swift wings Calming the sea bounding her ebs and tides And in her monthly change the moist Moone guidesâ— Then sores vp higher and informes the Sunne How mongst the signes in an euen line to run How to make daies and nights and higher yet Mounts till it be in the first Mouer set Two warlike kingdomes linck't in happy peace When they beheld how common fewdes did â—â—ase And saw how strongly blest that concord stands Where brethren ioyne first hearts and after hands Resolu'd that course turn'd matches into Maskes And reuelling tissues wore for massier Caskes Steeds traind for ready fight learnd now to peace And knew no foes but Buckes and Hares nor race But on smooth plaines for wagers or for sport Not for lou'd life where Campes lay lay the Court. Keene swords that bit the bone abated now Kist without making skars or help'd the plow To draw long furrowes on the fruitfull earth Least Peace should breeding teeth too fast breed dearth Blunt foiles were on sharpe pointed Rapiers set And so Lord Sanquier and poore Turner met They met to play there Sanquâ—er lost an eie O Brittaine canst thou nothing further spie In this then his losse Looke vp now and see Securitie hath ta'ne an eye from thee Ill didst thou ward that blow

and Cate Vnder the ground and what new plots doe come bie did From hell or from hels Councel-chamber Rome And this and all els his blest hand reueales To his elect and with deliuerance seales Attend his pleasure then first we shall see Rome burne and all with Rome that lynked bee Then the whole world and that fire shall disclose Each truth each falshood and each cause of those Till then these waters doe but wash the slime Of Babel from this too indifferent time These petty fires kindle our loue and zeale Halfe-dead to King the Church coÌ„mon-weale Affliction profits Strike vs Lord in loue Let thy milde hand each way our firme faith proue But let not Babel triumph in our fall Nor any that on Baal or Dagâ—n call ANTIDOTVM CECILLIANVM DEDICATED To the Common-wealth DEsert hath no true follower after death But Enâ—y others flatter with their breath Jn vaine I sought particular Patrons they When life left greatnesse ran with life away Blood kindred friends forsooke him so 't was â—it We might haue doubted else his worth and wit Their compasse was too narrow to â—ield shade To him that both their rootes and fortuâ—es made But gentle England since he quiet gaue To thee by his cares giue his corps a graue And since his wisdome did renowne thy name Be thou a Sanctuary to his fame And since he gaue for thee his life and health Giue him protection thankefull Common wealth TO THE HONOVR of the illustrious Familie of the CECILLS deseruing of this Commmon-wealth all the Romane wreaths of triumph The memorable Pyramids of Egypt And all other Trophes of Eternitie AS by one mouer motion doth commence Euen from the Center to circumference So from one good Man many may arise Like-good like-apt like-faithfull and like-wise This now is verified The Cecills are Statesmen in time of pâ—ace Souldiers in warre Epicedium What needs thy Monument be rais'd What needs the Muses singthy worth What needs thy memory be prais'd Or what needs Art thy fame set forth Let Art time gold the Muse and Men Guild falshood folly ignorance Let them conspire gainst thee and then The more they shall thy worth aduance They worke write raile or praise to please But Truth giues vertue life not these Antidotum Cecillianum THESAVRVS INTVS Darius on a Graue stone found This Epitaph Who digs this ground Shall treasure finde The greedy King Dig'd there but found another thing Within was written Had'st not been A beastly-minded man I ween The harmâ—lesse bones of the deceast Had in their quiet tombes tane rest Who rips the coffins of the dead Finds same and honour thence are fâ—ed With life the Subiect of their Ire Stench onely stayes to pay their hire Worth hath his Epicedium sung By enuies shrill and slandrous tongue WHen this rich soule of thine now sâ—inted kept Her State on earth my humble Muâ—â— nere stept Out of that sweete content wherein shee dwelt To sing thy worth th' effâ—cts wherâ— of we felt But now since death hath freedome giuen to thee To see thy scorne made others flatterie And that each mouse on the dead Lyon leaps And euery riming â—en forg'd matter heaps On thy bright frame casting their owne base durt Vpon thy honour'd hearse minding more hurt To thee then ` Death or Heâ—â— can doe I may And must be bold or sinne this truth to say Each euidence thy foes bring speakes thy praise For what can more thy fame and glory raise Then to be rail'd on by the worst of menâ— Such as like out-lawes liue not in the ken Of Iustice or communitie Base slaues Whose crimes sins make their own nest their graus T' was meet thy vertues eminent and hie Should not vn-enâ—ied liue vnslandred dye For then we might haue fear'd thou hadâ—st not been So absolute a man now it is seen Euen by those many shadowes Enuâ— throwes That thy worth was substantiall and not showes Deâ—racâ—ionâ—s â—s perplext aud fâ—ies about Ouer a world of Acts to single out Some one or two in thy whole life to scan And proue by the what Death did thou wer't man Yet sâ—eing that past credit she descends To view thy body and her venom spends Not againâ—t it but nature which did shroud So great a sunne vnder so small a cloud But we that plainly see men sildome rise Though they be learn'd iudicious daring wise Except the body somewhat â—uites the minde And good cloathes sute the body too are blinde And mad with enuie if we yeeld not thee â—orth aboue thought who to that high degree Rose through the eminent parts of thy blest soule Aboue contempt disgrace scorne or controule Nature did recompence thy want of clay With heauenly fire thy body could not stay Thy actiâ—e soule heere longer t' was too light A clog to keepe from Heanâ—n so strong a spright Well might thy body be a soule to those Whose more grosse earthen soules did late compose Blacke libels gainst thy fame and rak'd so low Into thy purged excrements to know What foule disease durst kill thee and then found Many were guilty for it could not sound They thought like truth that one disease slue thee When they hauing all yet scape to Deddick free By this they shew that whatsoe're we thinke They know all these diseases by th' instinck They are familiar with them and of kin To their first causes of being deadly sinne And of the elders house too For the diuell Chiefe libeller formes all degrees of euill And like good boies of his these labour too More then disease or Death or Hell can doe To kill the soule and to bely a fame Which laughes to scorn all scorn shames all shame You that stand next the helme and thinkey're free From their sharpe viperous tongues it cannot be If death comes these Rauens follow and perchance Time fauouring their desires th'eile leade the dâ—nce And raile at you too T is not you they hate But our blest King Religion and the State And if which God forefend so stood the time Y 'ould see they could do worse then they can rime Now I haue throwne my selfe into the way To meete their rage and if I can to stay Their dog-like malice rather on my head Then suffer it pollute and wrong the dead If they alledge I giue him more then due You know their custome they cannot speake true But if they say I gaue him lesse their spite Shewes neither I nor they can do him right Antidotum Cecillianum OPPORTVNE TIBI IN TEMPESTIVE NOBIS The Sunne past by degrees those signes Which to his sotherne seate inclines And now in Leo sate aloft The sâ—eating labourer bans him ost The Shepheard melts and ore the Plaine His new shorne-sheepe seeke shades in vaine The Marchant Sea man euery Tâ—ade They say by him are Banckrupt made He heares it and at height of noone Hides his bright beames behinde the Moone They sadly know that dâ—th presage Dearth death

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