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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	soul_n	52,626	5	5.6856	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A64168	Epigrammes vvritten on purpose to be read: with a proviso, that they may be understood by the reader; being ninety in number: besides, two new made satyres that attend them. By John Taylor, at the signe of the Poets Head, in Phœnix Alley, neare the middle of Long-Aker, or Covent Garden.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1651 (1651)	Wing T457; ESTC R219168	10,670	31

whimwham which my minde had tainted A Satyre against swearing equivocation mentall reservation and detestable dissimulation TO pretend and the contrary to intend With th' World began and with the World shall end The Divell himselfe who first made man a sinner Of this dissembling Art was the beginner Since when his Sons and Schollars Hypocrites Accursed Antichristian Jesuites Christ kissing trayterous bast Iscariothites Soule foundred soules confounding Hereticks All cheverell conscienc'd cockbrain'd Schismaticks With many nicknam'd Romane Catholicks And every Heresie and Schisme or Sect All diffring and all boast to be th' Elect Pretending all true zeale to preach and pray Intending all the clean contrary way Amazed and amated much I am To see Great Brittain turn'd to Amsterdam Six years agone we had of Sex fourescore Which are encreast now to one hundred more A Book that 's call'd the Gangrean printed late Their Authors and Opinions doth repeat Ninescore Religions that book sheweth cleer Lord what a Harvest hath the Devill made heer Those all pretend Religion but indeed Most of them scarcely know their Christian Creed The Devill can turn himselfe t' an Angell bright Seem to pretend no wrong yet do no right He did pretend to make our Parents great As is their Maker but by that defeat He did intend like to himselfe to make 'em Fiends or fiends fellows that God might forsake 'em CAIN did pretend with ABELL like a friend And brother when he murther did intend When ABSOLON seem'd to pretend no ill To AMNON he intended him to kill He did pretend Religions good desire When he his Fathers Throne intends t' aspire ACHITOPHELL pretended Truth and Reason When he intended foolishnesse and treason SAUL did pretend great love to DAVID but He did intend how he his throat might cut JOAB pretended to be ABNERS friend When with a stab he brought him to his end The wicked Jewes with noyse HOSANNA cri'd To him they few dayes after crucifi'd And JUDAS sayd haile Master when he meant Foule treason to betray the Innocent Thus in all Ages since the Worlds Creation Both Devils and men have us'd Equivocation For as a cunning Fencer looking down Aymes at the foot but means to crack the crown So squint eyd true false friendship seems to see But ne're intends what it pretends to bee We 're too much leavend like the Pharisees And to all goodnesse meere Antipodes He 's counted the best man that best can prate Though 's deeds and words be illegitimate If our good words with good works could agree The world no better people had then we Yet too too many this bad time affords That cannot give to God or man good words Nor for themselves or of themselves can they Speak one good word in any thing they say Their speech to God or of God is most base To curse or sweare are th' only garbs of grace Their prayers unto God are God dam forsake 'em Renounce confound consume the Devill take 'em Sink rot their soules for evermore renounce 'em Consume them or in hell to powder pounce 'em These with some prayers like these they night and da With great devotion fervently do pray To God they speak thus but when they speak of him 'T is either to blaspheam deride or scoffe him With cursed tongues and teeth to rend and teare His dreadfull name when they forsweare and sweare Too oft these wretched Imps these oaths afford By God Christ Jesus by the living Lord By God Almighty by th' eternall God Thus under foot his glorious name is trod By godlesse Villains who will brag and boast That He 's the bravest man that sweareth most God is no God to them they do reject him Like skild Anatomists they will dissect him They rip him up with Oaths from foot to head His wounds blood heart nailes body soule and bread His blessed and soule saving life his death These cursed oaths are belch'd with th' odious breath Of Hels dear hel-hounds who to practise these They lie and study on their beds of ease To flourish their discourse their brains are framing New coyned oaths to grace pots pipes and gaming Sure these good fellows have some friends in hell And with them they desire to be and dwell Or ese they have a great desire to see Hels Kingdome and what things the Devils bee And as men that would travell would attaine Some knowledge in the tongues of France or Spaine Th' Italian or the High Low spacious Dutch The Russe Shavonian Latine Greeke or such As is the language where they mean to go Each Traveller these tongues would gladly know That when they came to any forraine Land They might the peoples speeches understand So swearers will to hell a voyage make And therefore they most studious pains do take To learn hels language to blaspheam and sweare That all their friends may understand them there These men in their mad furies do suppose That Hel's a Kingdome where all pleasure grows And that Elyzium is a pleasant place Where soules immortall dance the wild-goose chase Their stupid brains the Devill hath so possest That Hel's a place of wealth joy peace and rest That Heaven 's a fiction and no place of pleasure That to be damn'd is everlasting treasure This is the cause they scorne to aske salvation And pray God dam'em and beg for damnation 'T is wonder to see mad men beat their brains To gain perdition and eternall pains Of God they like the foole do think there 's none Or that he is a weake and simple one One that regards not what men do below Or sees not knows not how the world doth go This is the swearers faith his mirth his game Else he durst ne're blaspeam th' Almighties name PLUTO's an asse and BELZEBUB's a foole And LUCIFER himselfe may go to schoole For all the Conclave of the Devils in Hell Cannot a cursed swearer parallell Sometimes of Christianity they 'l prate Yet live a life abhord and reprobate 'T is sayd that charity at home begins And that love hids a multitude of sins Subjection to high Powers we are enjoynd Obedience unto all of every kind Of these rare vertues swearers have no share To no body they charitable are I truely think he loves himselfe not well That prayes God dam him and doth wish for Hell Want of selfe love and charity do prove He beares to no man charity or love If to himselfe his love no better be His charity and love is not for me Can they do service to an earthly King That oaths and curses against God dare fling No those as dare the heavenly power blaspheam Are no good servants for power lesse supream The wrath of God is hot his anger burns And for vain swearing the whole Land now mourns This Nation and the people at division No peace but by the sanguine swords decision The Land 's o'respread with leprosie of swearing And Gods great patience weary of forbearing For which his plagues of slaughtering sword we find And 't is much fear'd famine 's not far behind Yet swearers to be Christians do pretend Though worse then Atheists they their lives do spend That Pagans Heathens Infidels Jewes Turkes Sweare lesse and use better words and workes Time was that Justice did the sword unsheath That the blaspheamer strait was ston'd to death And in this wicked wretched Generation Swearing is counted manly reputation Or recreation or the Gentile grace Of speeches fine Embrodery like gold lace Upon a saddle which a sow must weare So it becomes a Gentleman to sweare The Devill is bad but sure the swearer 's worse For I ne're heard the Devill did sweare or curse What execrable creatures are they then But Hell-hounds and the Devils Journy-men Himselfe doth scorn to do a worke so base His basest Rascals do supply that place How can these men plead Christianity When as they want common humanity Mad fooles who every day do beg and crave Damnation which they would be loth to have The sacred Text the Pulpit and the Presse Have prest these faults hard to mens consciences Yet all that ever hath been spoke or pend Hath made the swearer not a whit amend These bitter lines of mine may worke perhaps To Muzzle or bung up some swearers chaps God and good men I 'm sure are on my side And I in all that 's written have not lyde Some do pretend a peace and much do prattle Yet do intend to bloodshed and to battle But let them never claime a Christian name Whose trade and pleasure is in blood and flame Of their dear Country and rip rend and tear Their mothers womb which did such bastards bear These sons of Hittites and of Amorites God do to them as to the Midianites Make them as JABIN and as SISERA dy'd At ENDORS field where KISHONS Brook doth slyd As they became as dung so let them bee That to a lawfull peace will not agree The Peace of God grant us thou God of Peace Let us cease sin thou wilt our sorrows cease Let 's frame our lives according to thy word And let no sword be drawn but Justice sword To which end thou good God of consolation Send blessed Peace to this afflicted Nation FINIS Psal. 83.