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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	child_n	die_v	sin_n	5,554	5	5.1473	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A53298	Satyrs upon the Jesuits written in the year 1679, upon occasion of the plot, together with the Satyr against vertue, and some other pieces by the same hand.	Oldham, John, 1653-1683.	1681 (1681)	Wing O244; ESTC R3124	42,552	166

their words Should tempt a pity ram 'em with your Swords Their tongues too down their throats let 'em not dare To mutter for their Souls a gasping pray'r But in the utt'rance choak't and stab it there 'T were witty handsom malice could you do 't To make 'em die and make 'em damn'd to boot Make Children by one fate with Parents die Kill ev'n revenge in next Posterity So you 'll be pester'd with no Orphans cries No childless Mothers curse your memories Make Death and Desolation swim in bloud Throughout the Land with nought to stop the floud But slaughter'd Carcasses till the whole Isle Become one tomb become one funeral pile Till such vast numbers swell the countless summ That the wide Grave and wider Hell want room Great was that Tyrants wish which should be mine Did I not scorn the leavings of a sin Freely I would bestow 't on England now That the whole Nation with one neck might grow To be slic'd off and you to give the blow What neither Saxon rage could here inflict Nor Danes more savage nor the barbarous Pict What Spain nor Eighty eight could ere devise With all its fleet and fraught of cruelties What ne're Medina wish'd much less could dare And bloudier Alva would with trembling hear What may strike out dire Prodigies of old And make their mild and gentler acts untold What Heav'ns Judgments nor the angry Stars Forein Invasions nor Domestick Wars Plague Fire nor Famine could effect or do All this and more be dar'd and done by you But why do I with idle talk delay Your hands and while they should be acting stay Farewell If I may waste a pray'r for your success Hell be your aid and your high projects bless May that vile Wretch if any here there be That meanly shrinks from brave Iniquity If any here feel pity or remorse May he feel all I 've bid you act and worse May he by rage of Foes unpitied fall And they tread out his hated Soul to Hell May's Name and Carcase rot expos'd alike to be The everlasting mark of grinning infamy SATYR II. NAy if our sins are grown so high of late That Heav'n no longer can adjourn our fate May 't please some milder vengeance to devise Plague Fire Sword Dearth or any thing but this Let it rain scalding showres of Brimstone down To burn us as of old the lustful Town Let a new deluge overwhelm agen And drown at once our Land and Lives and Sin Thus gladly we 'll compound all this we 'll pay To have these worst of Ills remov'd away Judgments of other kinds are often sent In mercy onely not for punishment But where these light they shew a Nations fate Is given up and past for reprobate When God his stock of wrath on Egypt spent To make a stubborn Land and King repent Sparing the rest had he this one Plague sent For this alone his People had been quit And Pharaoh circumcis'd a Proselyte Wonder no longer why no cure like these Was known or suffer'd in the primitive days They never sinn'd enough to merit it 'T was therefore what Heavens just pow'r thought fit To scourge this later and more sinful age With all the dregs and squeesings of his rage Too dearly is proud Spain with England quit For all her loss sustain'd in Eighty eight For all the Ills our warlike Virgin wrought Or Drake or Rawleigh her great Scourges brought Amply was she reveng'd in that one birth When Hell for her the Biscain Plague brought forth Great Counter-plague in which unhappy we Pay back her sufferings with full usury Than whom alone none ever was design'd T' entail a wider curse on Human kind But he who first begot us and first sinn'd Happy the World had been and happy Thou Less damn'd at least and less accurst than now If early with less guilt in War th'hadst dy'd And from ensuing mischiefs Mankind freed Or when thou view'dst the Holy Land and Tomb Th'hadst suffer'd there thy brother Traytors doom Curst be the womb that with the Firebrand teem'd Which ever since has the whole Globe inflam'd More curst that ill-aim'd Shot that basely mist That maim'd a limb but spar'd thy hated brest And made th' at once a Cripple and a Priest But why this wish The Church if so might lack Champions Good works and Saints for the Almanack These are the Ianizaries of the Cause The Life Guard of the Roman Sultan chose To break the force of Huguenots and Foes The Churches Hawkers in Divinity Who ' stead of Lace and Ribbons Doctrine cry Romes Strowlers who survey each Continent Its trinkets and commodities to vent Export the Gospel like mere ware for sale And truck'd for Indigo and Cutchineal As the known Factors here the Brethren once Swopt Christ about for Bodkins Rings and Spoons And shall these great Apostles be contemn'd And thus by scoffing Hereticks defam'd They by whose means both Indies now enjoy The two choice blessings Pox and Popery Which buried else in ignorance had been Nor known the worth of Beads and Bellarmine It pitied holy Mother Church to see A world so drown'd in gross Idolatry It griev'd to see such goodly Nations hold Bad Errors and unpardonable Gold Strange what a godly zeal can Coyn infuse What charity Pieces of Eight produce So you were chose the fittest to reclaim The Pagan World and give 't a Christian Name And great was the success whole Myriads stood At Font and were baptiz'd in their own bloud Millions of Souls were hurl'd from hence to burn Before their time be damn'd before their turn Yet these were in compassion sent to Hell The rest reserv'd in spite and worse to feel Compell'd instead of Fiends to worship you The more inhuman Devils of the two Rare way and method of conversion this To make your Votaries your Sacrifice If to destroy be Reformation thought A Plague as well might the good work have wrought Now see we why your Founder weary grown Would lay his former Trade of Killing down He found 't was dull he found a Gown would be A fitter case and badge of cruelty Each snivelling Hero Seas of Bloud can spil When wrongs provoke and Honour bids him kill Each tiny Bully Lives can freely bleed When prest by Wine or Punk to knock o' th' head Give me your through-pac'd Rogue who scorns to be Prompted by poor Revenge or Injury But does it of true inbred cruelty Your cool and sober Murderer who prays And stabs at the same time who one hand has Stretch'd up to Heav'n t'other to make the Pass So the late Saints of blessed memory Cut throats in godly pure sincerity So they with lifted hands and eyes devout Said Grace and carv'd a slaughter'd Monarch out When the first Traitor Cain too good to be Thought Patron of this black Fraternity His bloudy Tragedy of old design'd One death alone quench'd his revengful mind Content with but a quarter of Mankind Had he been Iesuit had he but

the Priests Pluralities may buy Yet fear no odious Sin of Simony While Thoughts and Ducats well directed be Let Whores adorn his exemplary life But no lewd heinous Wife a Scandal give Sooth up the Gaudy Atheist who maintains No Law but Sense and owns no God but Chance Bid Thieves rob on the Boistrous Ruffian tell He may for Hire Revenge or Honour kill Bid Strumpets preseverse absolve 'em too And take their dues in kind for what you do Exhort the painful and Industrious Bawd To Diligence and Labour in her Trade Nor think her innocent Vocation ill Whose income do's the sacred Treasure fill Let Griping Usurers Extortion use No Rapine Falshood Perjury refuse Stick at no Crime which covetous Popes would scarce Act to enrich themselves and Bastard-Heirs A small Bequest to th' Church can all attone Wipes off all scores and Heav'n and all 's their own Be these your Doctrins these the Truths you preach But no forbiden Bible come in reach Your cheats and Artifices to Impeach Lest thence lay-Fools Pernicious knowledge gets Throw off Obedience and your Laws forget Mak 'em belive't a spell more dreadfull far Than Bacon Haly or Albumazar Happy the time when th' unpretending Crowd No more than I its Language understood When the worm-eaten Book link'd to a chain In dust lay moulding in the Vatican Despis'd neglected and forgot to none But poring Rabbies or the Sorbon known Then in full pow'r our Soveraign Prelate sway'd By Kings and all the Rabble-VVorld Obey'd Here humble Monarch at his feet kneel'd down And beg'd the Alms and Charity of a Crown There when in Solemn State he pleas'd to ride Poor Scepter'd slaves ran Henchboys by his side None tho' in thought his Grandure durst Blasphem Nor in their very sleep a Treason Dream But since the broaching that mischeivous Piece Each Alderman a Father Lumbard is And every Cit dares impudently know More than a Council Pope and Conclave too Hence the late Damned Frier and all the crew Of former Crawling Sects their poision drew Hence all the Troubles Plagues Rebellions bre●d We 've felt or feel or may hereafter dread Wherefore enjoyn that no Lay-coxcomb dare About him that unlawful Weapon wear But charge him chiefly not to touch at all The dangerous Works of that old Lollard Paul That arrant Wickliffist from whom our Foes Take all their Batt'ries to attack our Cause Would he in his first years had Martyr'd been Never Damascus nor the Vision seen Then he our Party was stout vigorous And fierce in chase of Hereticks like us Till he at length by th' Enemies seduc'd Forsook us and the hostile side espous'd Had not the mighty Iulian mist his aims These holy Shreds had all consum'd in flames But since th' immortal Lumber still endures In spite of all his industry and ours Take care at least it may not come abroad To taint with catching Heresie the Crowd Let them be still kept low in sence they 'l pay The more respect more readily obey Pray that kind Heav'n would on their hearts dispense A bounteous and abundant Ignorance That they may never swerve nor turn awry From sound and orthodox Stupidity But these are obvious things easie to know Common to every Monk as well as you Greater Affairs and more important wait To be discuss'd and call for our debate Matters that depth require and well befit Th'Address and Conduct of a Iesuit How Kingdoms are embroil'd what shakes a Throne How the first seeds of Discontent are sown To spring up in Rebellion how are set The secret snares that circumvent a State How bubbled Monarchs are at first beguil'd Trepann'd and gull'd at last depos'd and kill'd When some proud Prince a Rebel to our Head For disbelieving Holy Churches Creed And Peter-pence is Heretick decree'd And by a solemn and unquestion'd Pow'r To Death and Hell and You deliver'd o're Chuse first some dext'rous Rogue well tried and known Such by Confession your Familiars grown Let him by Art and Nature fitted be For any great and gallant Villany Practis'd in every Sin each kind of Vice Which deepest Casuists in their searches miss Watchful as Jealousie wary as Fear Fiercer than Lust and bolder than Despair But close as plotting Fiends in Council are To him in firmest Oaths of Silence bound The worth and merit of the Deed propound Tell of whole Reams of Pardon new come o're Indies of Gold and Blessings endless store Choice of Preferments if he overcome And if he fail undoubted Martyrdom And Bills for Sums in Heav'n to be drawn On Factors there and at first sight paid down With Arts and Promises like these allure And make him to your great design secure And here to know the sundry ways to kill Is worth the Genius of a Machiavel Dull Northern Brains in these deep Arts unbred Know nought but to cut Throats or knock o' th' Head No slight of Murder of the subt'lest shape Your busie search and observation scape Legerdemain of Killing that dives in And juggling steals away a Life unseen How gawdy Fate may be in Presents sent And creep insensibly by Touch or Scent How Ribbands Gloves or Saddle Pomel may An unperceiv'd but certain Death convey Above the reach of Antidotes above the pow'r Of the fam'd Pontick Mountebank to cure What er'e is known to quaint Italian spite In studied Pois'ning skill'd and exquisite What e're great Borgia or his Sire could boast Which the Expence of half the Conclave cost Thus may the business be in secret done Nor Authors nor the Accessaries known And the slurr'd guilt with ease on others thrown But if ill Fortune should your Plot betray And you to mercy of your Foes a prey Let none his Crime by weak confession own Nor shame the Church while he 'd himself attone Let varnish'd Guile and feign'd Hypocrisies Pretended Holiness and useful Lies Your well-dissembled Villany disguise A thousand wily Turns and Doubles try To foil the Scent and to divert the Cry Cog shamm outface deny equivocate Into a thousand shapes your selves translate Remember what the crafty Spartan taught Children with Rattles Men with Oaths are caught Forswear upon the Rack and if you fall Let this great comfort make amends for all Those whom they damn for Rogues next Age shall see Made Advocates i' th' Church's Litany Who ever with bold Tongue or Pen shall dare Against your Arts and Practices declare What Fool shall e're presumptuously oppose Your holy Cheats and godly Frauds disclose Pronounce him Heretick Firebrand of Hell Turk Iew Fiend Miscreant Pagan Infidel A thousand blacker Names worse Calumnies All Wit can think and pregnant Spite devise Strike home gash deep no Lies nor Slanders spare A Wound though cur'd yet leave behind a Scar. Those whom your Wit and Reason can't decry Make scandalous with Loads of Infamy Make Luther Monster by a Fiend begot Brought forth with Wings and Tail and Cloven Foot Make Whoredom Incest worst of vice and shame Pollute and foul