Linguistic DNA - Concept Modelling Demonstrator

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	body_n	soul_n	very_a	5,362	5	5.6127	4	false

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A47473	Distressed Sion relieved, or, The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness wherein are discovered the grand causes of the churches trouble and misery under the late dismal dispensation : with a compleat history of, and lamentation for those renowned worthies that fell in England by popish rage and cruelty, from the year 1680 to 1688 ... / by Benjamin Keach ...	Keach, Benjamin, 1640-1704.	1689 (1689)	Wing K60; ESTC R21274	76,467	223

Brat ' Into the world so horrible as that ' Since Rome Usurpt the Western Monarchy ' Which she still Rules with Fraud and Treachery ' In forging Plots imploying Hellish Actors ' Ah! let us treat 'um as the Devils Factors ' Distressed Sion O how few regard ' My sighs and tears their Hearts are grown so haâ—â— ' My restless Hurricanes with storms and wind ' No ease no peace no comfort can I find ' ' The horrid aspect of these Monsters do ' Affright my Children some they worry too ' Others they seize like greedy Beasts of prey ' And to their Den the Sacrifice convey ' Renowned GODFREY whose immortal Glory ' Martyr'd for me shall ever live in Story ' Let every Loyal Eye that reads it there ' Yield to his name the Tribute of a Tear. ' Brave Soul thy Love and Loyalty do claim ' That King and People should proclaim thy name ' As England's Victim ne're to be forgot ' Fastning on Rome an Everlasting blot ' The Great Jehovah who is only wise ' Permits thy fall as a sweet Sacrifice ' Thy barbarous Murder has made clearly out ' That Plot which none but Infidels now doubt ' Those bloody Varlets black Assassinates ' Curst Executioners of Rome's Debates ' Drunk with Infernal cruelty made thee 'A Specimen of England's Tragedy ' By thee we learn what curtesie to hope ' From Romish Butchers Vassals to the Pope ' Thou led'st the Van first fell'st into the Trap ' From whence they hope 't no Protestant should scape ' Poor Innocent trepann'd amongst them came ' Into their Nets like a poor harmless Lamb ' Whilst they like hungry Tygers ready stood 'T' imbrue their Tallons in thy guiltless Blood. ' Thou little dream'dst such an Infernal snare ' Had there been laid t' intrap thee unaware 'T is strange say some what reason should ingâ— ' Them to make thee the Object of their rage ' Some think 't was 'cause the Babylonish Whore ' Big with a Bastard long'd as heretofore ' For Christian Blood Her Favourites made haste ' In her great need to help her to a taste ' Of choicest Liquors thine she calls for first 'To cheer her sinking Heart and quench her Thir ' Fearing miscarriage when her Spirits faint ' She drinks the Hearts blood of some Martyr'd Sain ' Insatiate like the Horse-leech still she cries ' Give give me that there 's nought else will suffice ' My craving Paunch my pleasure must be done ' This Heretick was a Pragmatick one ' He knew my secret Clubs and would reveal ' My Tragick Plots we must prevent his Zeal ' Let 's strangle him before he does relate ' The Villanies we intend to perpetrate ' Ah brutish Whore of Canibals the worst ' For this curst draught be thou for ever curst ' In the most lasting Records let us see ' This horrid instance of thy cruelty ' This Loyal Knight ne're injur'd thee but stood ' Upright for Justice and his Countreys good ' Will nought but Blood of Protestants give ease ' Or quench thy thirst What mischievous Disease ' Infects thy Bowels Must your Churches food ' Be Flesh of Saints Your Mornings draught their Blood ' Fellonious Strumpet dar'st thou be so bold 'To steal by night into thy Neighbours Fold ' And seize my Lambs Thy Theft and Cruelty ' And all thy Murders shall revenged be ' But since he 's gone and Justice does pursue ' With eager steps the Assassinating Crew ' We 'l acquiesce for Heav'n now seems to call ' And bid tears cease at his sad Funeral ' Let Christians offer through the Universe ' Whole Hecatombs upon his bleeding Herse ' And could their tears increase into a Floud ' 'T were no excess so much I prize his Bloud THus thus did I in Eighty make sad moan For that brave Hero who was dead and gone But Oh my Heart A Cordial presently My Spirits faint Ah me Help Lord I die Unless I have relief I can't sustain My sinking Soul was ever any pain Or sorrow equal to what I now feel My burd'ned mind under her weight does reel Oh since that year what woes have I beheld How have my mournful Eyes with tears been fill'd I then did fear what since is come to pass As in that Treatise plainly hinted was Did Rachel mourn and all relief refuse How then can I forbear How can I chuse But weep and to lament for my sad Lot What Children have I lost who now are not Did I for one such Lamentation make My Bowels now may surely throb and ake When I recount how many since are gone Who murdered were by bloody Babylon 1681. Poor Colledge first before this Idol fell Betray'd to death by Evidence from Hell To drink his Blood there seem'd to be some strife Was twice Indicted they must have his Life Yet they could never shake his constancy Hear his great Soul sing his own Elegy A Poem written by Mr. Stephen Colledge a while before he was sent to Oxford where he Suffered Death Aug. 31. 1681. Wrongful Imprisonment Hurts not the Innocent WHat if I am into a Prison cast By Hellish Combinations am betray'd My Soul is free although my Body's fast Let them repent that have this evil laid And of Eternal vengeance be afraid Though Racks and Gibbets can my Body kill My God is with me and I fear no ill What boots the clamours of the giddy Throng What Antidote 's against a poysonous Breath What Fence is there against a Lying Tongue Sharpen'd by Hell to wound a man to Death Snakes Vipers Adders do lurk underneath Say what you will or never speak at all Our very Prayers such Wretches Treason call But Walls and Bars cannot a Prison make The Free-born Soul enjoys its Liberty These clods of Earth it may incaptivate Whilst Heavenly Minds are conversant on high Ranging the Fields of Blest Eternity So let this Bird sing sweetly in my Breast My Conscience clear a Rush for all the rest What I have done I did with good intent To serve my King my Countrey and the Laws Against the bloody Papists I was bent Cost what it will I 'le ne're repent my Cause Nor do I fear their Hell-devouring Jaws A Protestant I am and such I 'le dye Maugre all Deaths and Popish Cruelty But what need I these Protestations make Actions speak men far better than their words Whate're I suffer's for my Countrey 's sake Not 'cause I had a Gun or Horse or Sword Or that my Heart did Treason e're afford No 't is not me alone they do intend But thousands more to gain their cursed End. And sure of this the World 's so well aware That here 't is needless more for me to say I must conclude no time have I to spare My winged hours do fly too fast away My work Repentance must I not delay I 'le add my Prayers to God

sent To humble men and move them to repent Yet they proceed in foul impenitence And aggravate their horrid insolence Seeming to bid defiance unto Heaven Scorning to take the dreadful warnings given ' The sweeping Plague that Messenger of wrath ' In such as scap'd smâ—ll Reformation hath ' Produc'd nor has the desolating Fire ' A perfect token of Gods flaming Ire ' Burnt up the Cities Pride 't was great before ' And now it seems to multiply much more ' Fantastick Garbs and Antick Modes declare ' How much from Pride their Souls reformed are ' Should any Women have such Children Born ' With such Attire as on their Heads are worn ' Would it not them affright and terrifie ' God may do so it you don 't speedily ' Reform your Lives and cast your Fashions off ' Which make ill men at you revile and scoff ' Though Want though Poverty and loss of Trade ' Do many Men and Families invade ' Yet do they vaunt in Pride and Luxury ' As they had Mines of Treasure lying by ' Some know not what to eat nor how to go ' Yet on the Poor will no compassion show ' Whose unregarded cries unheeded moans ' Whose unreliev'd distress unpity'd groans ' Can scarce extort a Mite such do not grudge 'To purchase Hell at dearest rates and drudge 'To please their brutish Lusts who void of measure ' Consume Estates to wantonize in pleasure ' Tumbling in Riot as proud Dives sate ' Whilst Lazarus lies starving at the Gate A Complaint against Oaths VOlleys of Oaths with horrid Blasphemy And dreadful Cursings in mine Ears do cry Mark but our impious Gallants when they meet Observe the Mode how they each other greet What new coin'd Oaths what modish Execrations What Damning Sinking horrid Imprecations Do they disgorge the Serpents flery hiss That belches Sulphur from the black Abyss Can scarce out-do this Ranting Tribe who count The Man Genteel that is most Paramount In wickedness he that Blasphemes aloud Christ's Blood and Wounds a Courtier 's Alamode How can th' abused Earth but gape again To swallow quick vile wretches so prophane How can Heavens great Artillery so long Forbear the Treasons of a Mortal Tongue Jehovah's Attributes so vilely us'd His Sacred Essence and his Name abus'd Fresh Blasphemies they mint new Curses frame And sins that never had before a name Graduates in Courtship are preferr'd who 'ave made Most quick proficience in the Hellish Trade That Rant and Roar Revel and Domineer As if nor God nor Devil they did fear Approaching dangers can't disturb their pleasure But still they sin until they fill their measure Judgments deferr'd in evil makes them bold Despising such by whom they are controul'd As if th' avenging hand their Lives did spare Thus to provoke him without dread or fear But poor Blasphemer though thou art past by 'T is not t'indulge thee in iniquity Think'st thou the God of purity does like Such ways because he yet forbears to strike Dost think a gloomy interposing Cloud From Gods All-searching Eye can be thy shroud Or that because he is inthron'd on high Thy deeds of darkness he cannot espy Or since his Judgments are so long delay'd Wilt thou proceed and be no whit afraid Wilt thou his patience without end abuse Slight true Repentance and his Grace refuse If so thy Judgment hastens for a Rod Will quickly reach thee from an angry God Because of Oaths the Land does greatly mourn For which my Soul much inward grief has born A Complaint against Drunkenness DOst thou not see how filthy Drunkenness Does reign in City and in Villages Some reel and wallow in the Streets like Swine Whilst others boast their strength in drinking Wine Although to such God doth denounce a curse They mind it not but still grow worse and worse Dread not Examples of Gods wrath at all Nor what to Drunkards does so oft befal Although Gods Word has fearful warnings given That Drunkards never shall inherit Heaven But that their Lot shall with damn'd Spirits be In Chains of darkness to Eternity They Drink Carouse and waste their jolly Breath Upon the brink of Everlasting death What-e're ensues they are resolv'd they will Carouse full Goblets and be filthy still Thus men by Pride by Oaths by Worldliness By daily swallowing Liquor to Excess Defile the Land and do the Lord provoke To cause his vengeance on the Land to smoke Sin sets the door wide open and makes way For all the sorrows of th' approaching day These are in part the cause of Englands woe And will if Grace prevents not it undo But there are other heinous Sins behind Which pierce my Bowels and perplex my Mind A Complaint against Whoredom and Adultery DID filthy Lust and Whoredom ever rage With more success than in the present Age Abominations of so vile a name That their bare mention is indeed a shame What Sin more hateful in Jehovah's Eye Than this of Whoredom and Adultery 'T is rank'd as chief and marches in the Van Of all the gross Debaucheries of Man In those black Muster-Rolls God does Record Of grand offences in his holy Word What more affronts the second Table or Provokes the Lord No fitter Metaphor Could be produc'd t' express Idolatry Than that abhorred name Adultery Besides the terrors of Gods fiery wrath Which judges such to Everlasting death On Earth amongst all sober men they gain So vile a blot so infamous a stain That all the waters in the Sea can never VVipe off nor can it be forgot for ever The loud Embraces of Lascivious Dames VVill rot their Bones breed Cankers in their names Beget consumption in Estate and Purse Produce destruction and a certain curse The common ends that such arrive unto Are foul Diseases Beggery and VVoe They 're sottish Fools says wise Demosthenes That buy Repentance at such rates as these VVho Sâ—n to please an Enemy that strives To damn their Souls and rob them of their Lives God in his Sacred Ordinances hath Appointed such to an immediate Death VVould mâ—n but judge it as their greatest Foe They'd never love nor hug it as they do Each Sex is bad but VVomen seem to be The very Brokers of Immodesty Which makes that passage to be born in mind A Wise and vertuous Woman who can find Your City Dames and Ladies are on Fire With wanton Passion and unchast Desire Providing Meats on purpose to inflame Their pamper'd Gallants to their wonted shame Bare Breasts and naked Necks a Harlots Dress Are strong Temptations unto wickedness All other Sins th' Apostle does declare Which men commit without the Body are But this abominable Act alone Against his Body by a man is done Marriage to all the undefiled Bed Is honourable he that will may Wed But Whoremongers God judges and they shall Be cast into the Lake both great and small The Wiseman calls th' Adulterer a Fool And well he may for he destroys his Soul.

a graceless Impudence art led By thy lewd train to an Adulâ—â—ous Bed Thou hast dethron'd him and thy VVhorish face Sets up a monstrous Traytor in his place To whom thou hast blasphemous Titles given Exaâ—ting him above the God of Heaven Thou hast not only plaid th' Adulteress But plain Idolatry thou dost profess Of Tâ—â—â—son Murder Theft abhorred things Of burning Cities poysoning of Kings Of â—â—dermining States and furthermore Of Spoiling Trade and making Kingdoms Poor Of horrid Plots of causeless bloudy VVars And of contriving cruel Massacres Thou guilty art Thy bloudy rage has hurld Millions of Innocen's out of the World Prodigious numbers have in divers Lands Been sacrificâ—d by thy bloud-thirsty hands Insatiate Butcheries that know no end Thou stab'dst men when thou pity didst pretend In times of Peace thy horrid rage has shed Bloud without Measure thou hast murthered Perfidious wretch thy nearest Neighbours when They thought themselves the most secure of men Thou hast made currents of their guiltless bloud To run like waters of a mighty flood Yea void of pity your inhumane Rage Destroy'd the Saints and spar'd no Sex nor Age Speak bloudy VVhore hold up thy graceless head Guilty or not By Law thou art to plead Babylon Look down blest Virgin and bid Justice stay Speak to thy Son to drive my foes away You glorious Saints who near St. Mary stand In my â—istress lend me your helping hand All Angels and Arch-Angels I invoke To strengthen me and to divert the stroke These Hereticks will work my overthrow I am amaz'd I know not what to do Beelzebub What needs my Darling thus to stand and pause Thou know'st the Custom of our Romish Laws Though black as hell yet be not so forlorn Swear that thou' rt guiltless as the Child unborn What violence to Hereticks you do Is Lawful honest and your duty too Justice Plead vile Delinquent or thou shalt receive The fatal sentence which I am to give Babylon I do affirm the Charge is false and I All Points of this Indictment do deny Produce your Proofs I 'le stand in just Defence Of my apparent spotless Innocence Justice THat like a Harlot of thine own accord Thou hast forsaken thine espoused Lord Will be made evident to thy disgrace â—y clear Probation in its proper place â—ou say that you your God can daily make Which is an Idol of a Wafer-cake â—f thou dost Shrines and Images adore And proved art th' Apocalyptick Whore â—f thou upon the Scarlet Beast dost sit And lewdness with so many Kings commit â—t clearly follows from these Marks that thou Art a meer Strumpet and hast broke thy Vow â—f thou art by the Papal Edict led â—is-owning Christ and making that thy Head The consequence is clear for thou must be Guilty of Whoredom and Idolatry And to examine thy notorious deeds This great Tribunal out of hand proceeds Call in the Witnesses Waldenses Albingenses Protestants of Piedmont Savoy c. DRead Lord We 're here And with our Just complaint do now appear That Bloody Whore the Prisoner at the Bar Has follow'd us with a perpetual War Because we would not to her Idols bow Nor her curs'd Edicts and vile Laws allow About the dismal year of fifty five A dreadful Massacre she did contrive Within the territories of Savoy Where thirty thousand Souls she did destroy In three days time Curs'd Edicts bid them turn To Popery or they must Hang or Burn. Which when those Innocents refus'd to do Most horrid Execution did ensue Our Brethrens brains out of their Heads were beaten And by curst Villains fry'd and after eaten Our Children rent to pieces Thrown to Dogs And our dear Pastors flung as Meat to Hogs Others on Pikes into the Air were tost And many Others they alive did rost Some ti'd with Ropes they pierc'd unto the Hearts And hung up Others by their secret parts Houses and Barns full they have burnt so that Our sufferings are beyond an Estimat Bohemia Germany Poland Lithuania c. TO satisfie this cruel Strumpets Lust Some thousands have been turned unto dust Our Towns and famous Cities of renown She hath dis-peopled burnt or broken down The ruins still appear and desolations In many places of our spoiled Nations Great multitudes un-numbred she hath slain VVhich in the Field unburied did remain Our Brethren they have hung upon a Beam And then consum'd them in a lingring Flame Some she has into boiling Cauldrons put And many others into pieces cut VVithout respect unto the Hoary Head Into their Throats they pour'd down melted Lead And many other deaths she did contrive Some burned were and others flead alive Into deep Mines three thousand Souls and more At several times were tumbled by this VVhore Because they would not their Religion leave And unto Romish superstitions cleave That worthy man John Huss was burn'd to death For owning of the Apostolick Faith Jerom of Prague to fill her Measure up She made soon after drink that woful cup T were endless to enumerate our grief From thee Just Judge we do expect relief France AH How shall I my inward grief disclose VVhat Tongue is able to recount my woes Prodigious numbers of my natives have By this VVhores means found an untimely grave The Barb'rous Harlot would not be content To Kill or drive them into Banishment But with unheard of Cruelty she must Their Bodys mangle to asswage her Lust Some hang'd in VVater yield their strangl'd breath Some brain'd on Anvils some were starv'd to death Some hall'd with Pullies till the top they meet VVith heavy weights and loads upon their Feet Rap't Maidens stab'd poor Infants yet unborn From Mothers Wombs by bloudy hands were torn How many thousand guiltless Christians were Butcherâ—d in the Parisian Massacre Some broke on Crosses some were cut in twain VVhilst others languished in lingring pain Our worthy Kings have lost their noble lives By Jesuits Poyson and by Monkish Knives I can produce an uncontroul'd record Of many thousands murder'd by her Sword It would require whole volumes to transcribe The bloudy acts of this infernal Tribe Deep dolour hinders what I would say more O glorious Judg Avenge me on this Whore. Italy Spain Portugal Low Countrys c. REnowned Judge those Witnesses that have Their grief presented and do Judgment crave Save us much labour for we heretofore Have felt the same from this blood-thirsty Whore. Besides being next her seat and near her power Her greedy Jaws our Brethren did devour With cruel spite and without intermission We have been tortur'd in her Inquisition No Tongue can speak the unexampled terror Of that curst Pattern of Infernal Horror They count it mild when they our persons burn And Wives and Children into Ashes turn They say they 're courteous when our Throats they cut Or when in Dungeons dark as Hell we are put They say they favour us when they 'l imploy Their Daggers Pistols Axes to destroy In lingring flames they did our Brethren

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