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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	body_n	life_n	sin_n	23,098	5	4.9745	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A69118	Clinton, Purser & Arnold, to their countreymen wheresoeuer Wherein is described by their own hands their vnfeigned penitence for their offences past: their patience in welcoming their death, & their duetiful minds towardes her most excellent Maiestie.	Clinton, Atkinson.; Walton, Thomas, fl. 1583. aut; Arnold, fl. 1583. aut	1583 (1583)	STC 5431; ESTC S116122	5,235	12

Clinton Purser Arnold to their Countreymen wheresoeuer Wherein is described by their own hands their vnfeigned penitence for their offences past their patience in welcoming their Death their duetiful minds towardes her most excellent Maiestie LONDON Imprinted by Iohn Wolfe and are to be sold at the middle shop in the Poultry ioyning to S. Mildredes Church LOrdinges that list to heare a dreery tale where euery Comma showes a Corosiue Set mirth apart and strike your pleasant saile my sighes may serue your loaden barkes to driue alongst the shore where sorrowes Ships arriue Whose case is such as when you shall haue scand Say as you see and set my sighes on land Not long since then I held a haplesse Shippe precisely rigg'd and furnisht for the nones Whome nothing craz'd till Fortune gan to trippe and dasht my state so stifly gainst the stones as brake my Barke and brused all my bones But if I say my sinne deseru'd the same In telling truth I merite meaner blame When red as bloud the Horizon appear'd about the doore which letteth foorth the day And when the morne the mist had scarce ycleerd amidst the Seas we furrowed foorth our way with hope before that harbored our decay But who too late preuentes alluring charmes With vs too soone shall sorrow for his harmes Two lofty saile from out the louely East it was our hap vnhaply to descry I wish they had bene further in the VVest when gracelesse we to greete them came so nie But who fares well whome Fortune doth defie We stoupt we strake and vaild when we had seene The Armes of England and our noble Queene We knew the Lion would not hurt the Lambe it was not feare that forc'd vs to be faint From hoater broyles too late we Victors came to know our frendes we neuer made it quaint when we gan yeeld there needed no constraint For both my conscience and my God can tell I euer wisht my Queene and country well But yet eftsoones we at her mercy are for Life or Death as God and She shall please These be the Notes that make my Musicke iarre these be the Cliffes to wit my want of ease these be the sorrowes which succeede the Seas This is the Comma and the Corosiue too That vrge me more then some suppose they doe And therefore sith you see our case is such it shall not hurt to lend vs your lament Though euill tongues abuse vs ner so much imagining vntruthes of our entent there is a God can their despight preuent What though the weake be driuen to the wall Tis foule to triumph in an others fall I holpe the helplesse but it was my worst good countreymen with conscience way my case In deede I shot but they discharged first how could I choose but take it in disgrace when they so fierce defide me to my face Admit I slew a marchant by my shot Good frends forgiue me for I wisht it not For if I had I might haue harmd them more then I or did or deigned to desire But th'English still I lou'd on Sea and shore though they return'd me hatred for my hire when I am dead they haue what they require Yet I forget forgiue and pardon those Whome I befriended to become my foes But some could say as secrete as they seeme through our supportes some perils they had past But stroken downe who dares of vs esteeme they flie not now but they haue faund as fast when forren foes had made them all agast When they haue crept and croucht to vs for aide Like harmelesse birdes whome Falcones make afraid When euen the Purser with his peece on Poope in steede of Captaine carefully hath stoode In their defence to make the Stallants stoope but his reward is wandred to the wood and they forget that ere he did them good But were they now as weake as erst they were Then would they wish the silly Purser there Some faithlesse French are pleasd to see perhaps that his good will hath wrought him this reward Clapping their hands to heare of his mishaps which had his Realme and rightes in such regard and bet them backe that els your Martes had mard But looke abroad haue care vnto your Roades And cleanse your Coastes of such vnseemely Toades As for my selfe I owe a due to Death and I respect it not in that I die Onely the manner of my losse of breath is cause that I for some compassion cry My soule is sau'd where ere my body lie This makes me sigh that faith vnto my frend Hath brought me thus to this vntimely end Thomas Walton alias Purser NE in furore oh my soueraigne God reproue me not in wrath I thee desire Let it suffice that with thy gracious rod I meekely take my death of sinne the hire no flesh may stand in thy consuming ire I aske no more so thou my sinnes forgiue Tis one to me if I do dy or liue What els is life but as a sonny day which euery cloude discoloureth and o'rcastes What els is life but as we vse to say the more agreeu'd the longer that it lasts what els is life but like to sodaine blasts What els is life but being good or ill The very meanes our soules to saue or spill Then louely friendes and such whose hap shalbe to heare or read the tenor of my tale As you haue cause coniecture so of me whose blislesse life was neuer free from bale t'were vaine thus late to set my selfe to sale I'le say the sooth as God shall make me able For condemnd men haue litle cause to fable First then suppose that you in presence see an aged man of no great personage Yet of a minde as many others bee more nobly bent then seemed by mine age who mongst the thickest thrust vnto the Stage To breath abroad from my constrained brest The smoaky reekes of mine extreame vnrest Arnold I hight by birth a gentleman of honest parents and in Hamshire borne Well left to liue when haplesse I began in Th'Irish bogges a Soldier to be sworne howbeit a Priest was cause of all my scorne A worthlesse Priest a Priest of such despite As shadoweth that which should haue giuen vs light This spitefull Priest too rough in his reuenge as one that sought to keepe me vnder awe My scarcefull purse not prelatelike did clenge by busy sute wherein I was too rawe as seemed by the lirch I got by law Whose lewde demurs to lengthen out their fees Consumde my furres and clapt me vp in freese This made me first to set my farmes to sale this droue poore Arnall out of house and home When I as rich as he that begs his ale amongst my friendes enforced was to rome but friendes are fendes when friendship should be shone For when my cause they throughly vnderstood They said they greeu'd but could not do me good What rested then when this outragious Priest had wrackt me thus that neuer did him wrong