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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	child_n	father_n	son_n	6,646	5	5.2190	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A91134	Aurorata· By Thomas Prujean, student of Gonvile and Caius Colledge in Cambridge.	Prujean, Thomas, 1622 or 3-1662.	1644 (1644)	Wing P3885; Thomason E1164_1; ESTC R203216	26,127	90

to it's fate does bring Of such a one deserves in th' memory Of all to bee imprinted with such ioy Thinke how much more does his commander maker Merit in hearts what ioy should each partaker Of such a knowledge have as doth containe His leaving of the wombe who brought to paine A period and so much felicitie As not enioying of it who 's the hee That can describe it they who have this blisse Can say no more then as it shal be it is Now for a roome now for a downy bed Neately arted where the mother must be layd Now for the pledges of each ioyfull heart 〈◊〉 but where is it where is this desert ●ayd not in Bethelem the costly roome Is a base ugly stable now become The glorious bed turn'd to an oxes stall The ioy to plots how to bring him to thrall This is the entertainment that they gave To him who brought a Corrosine to save ●s from hell's poyson Nor was 't any such ●ime dated glory that hee valewd much ●et him but have for this most sumptuous roome 〈◊〉 heart deckt rich with vertue It will come More welcome to him And for all the rest One that will say in thee I 'm onely blest LOVES LOOKINGGLASSE CHRISTS PASSION MAns only friend by man is doomd to bee An underling to worthlesse destiny Hee who even now an endlesse life could give Must now be faine to say he must not live Must not alas hee will not and all is To gaine his enemy immortall blisse Shew mee a Gordian Priest so holy bent As to submit to such a punishment Shew mee a man too that would choose to dye Rather then 's brother should thus punish't bee Shew me a child would consecrate his breath Rather then 's father should be hurt to death Shew mee a father that would take this doome Rather then 's progeny should have a toombe Shew mee a Subject that is term'd a hee Devoted so much unto piety That rather then his king should suffer this He would forgoe all lifes sweet happinesse Shew me a mother that would doe so much For her owne babe and all without a grutch And is' t not worth a wonder here that one Should suffer for 's foe such affliction It does command thy admiration man For it was caus'd by thy greate Ocean Excelling sins thy king thy God must doe All this to make thee to forsake thy woe To leave thy hunger and to take thy foode To make thee only to accept thy good And is this all too little wilt thou still Take hunger and leave foode fly good love ill The Pelican can doe no more but leave Her life the pretty young ones for to save And if they will run from her how can she Become their helper in that misery The hen but guards and if the chicke will stray From under her it must be the kites prey Yet stay fond man thou hast a better guide One that will call thee when thou goest aside One that will rather thy entreater bee Then have thee banisht heavens felicitie Hee dyes for us we sin yet his desire Pursues us that wee to his grace aspire The Argument of Romeos and Juliets ROmeo and Iuliet issues of two enimies Mountegue and Capulet Citizens of Verona fell in love one with the other hee going to give her a visit meetes Tybalt her kinsman who urging a fight was slaine by him for this Romeo was banished and resided at Mantua where be received an Epistle from Iuliet LOVES LOOKING-GLASSE Iuliet to Romeo FOr health and happinesse doth Iuliet pray To come to Romeo and his Mantua His Mantua O in that title blest Would my poore fame could have such happy rest Once it was so once could this poore breast boast Rich only then of being Romeo's hoast No sooner doe sleepes charmes upon me cease But fancie straight disturbes me of my ease Her troopes she brings in which me thinkes I see Most of the horrour call its subject thee First here comes Tybalt tho'onely cause of all That stiles our miserie originall Fir'd at thy sight in 's fury now his breath Has no issue saving what treats of thy death Then say I what dares man presume to give Death that which heaven hath only chose to live In thee sweet Romeo such perfection lyes As would make up another Paradise What has Elysium that is not in thee A blisse that will weare out eternitie Where is that blisse if not in Romeo's love Can Iuliet ought else happier then that prove When thou dost speake a quire of Angels make From all their notes thy voyce a being take Thy eye casts beames that looke as if they were Contain'd in one above a naturall sphare Thy breath is alwayes so delicious As if thou hadst command o're Zephyrus And 'fore my dreame was ended powers had sent Thee valour to inflict a punishment Upon him for his boldnesse which was done And then me thought I did begin to moane But then I 'gan to cry why should these eyes Pay to a griefe unlawfull sacrifice Why should I weepe because my enemy Became Fates slave and Romeo from it free Is he a friend that would deny to give But rather take away by what I live My life my dearest joy my Romeo Yet are my roses overcome by woe From thee they had their name and sure thy love Their planter nourisher blossomer did prove From thy sweet lips when thou didst first salute Me at the Maske my cheekes did steale this sute Of crimson and since thou didst kisse more free They got what made up their maturitie As that celestiall * His breath gale its wonted course Enjoy'd it was their blossomers sweet nurse When I resolv'd the author of all this I straight bethought how many trespasses I had committed wasting so away In griefe of his dire foe so rich a May. And yet me thought I a parcaker had In this my sorrow pardon if I said It was thy selfe Then quickly thus cry'd I Romeo is one of my societie Fame growing big with envy ' cause on mee Are fixt the rayes of such a deitie My Romeo loves me and her snaky twines Take from that noble wrath their wrinkled lines Shee bursts and in each eare the poyson fly'es Carrying of Tibalt's death the Prince espies Some murmur for him he soone questions why The murmur is who has this sad reply Search soone was made for thee whom in my armes I catcht into my bed These sudden harmes Strugling to keepe from thee and fearing lest Thou shouldst be tooke all sleepe was from me cast Then did I close'em and cry'd prethee stay But thou wert gone alas to Mantua Could no high pow're inspire their wills into Our great annoynted That my Romeo His Iuliets bed might still have blest could none Of thy divine parts plead must thou be gone Is Mantua the onely place that must Have of my Romeo the happy trust Mee thinkes I heare the pretty birds begin To consecrate

notes to thy welcome in The flowres begin to court thee that they may Have both a god and goddesse to obey But * A lovers jealousie eu●ningly exprest gentle sweet tell them thy Juliet has Worth that does all their goddesses surpasse Parts to be gain'd that doe deserve a throne Of happinesse such as the gods sit on I will maintaine it since I merited To bee one worth thy love remembred Curst be that Tybalt that young Phaeton Whom valour had bestow'd her reines upon That he must needs strive thy world for to burne And find by thee preferment for the urne That Mantua and not these armes must have The happinesse thy body to receive How long of Romeo must I dreame and when I thinke I have thee catch the ayre againe Once thou vow'dst by thy selfe which I did take To be a greater then thou e're couldst make By heaven its selfe to that thy vow did tend As in it thou thy love didst then commend Yet keepe it as thou wilt all Iuliets cry Will be with Romeo to live and dye LOVES LOOKING-GLASSE Romeo to Iuliet THe greet thou sent'st no more belongs to mee Then when I am sweetly embrac't by thee Onely to that place is ascrib'd all blisse Where Romeo with his faire Iuliet is Mantua's nothing but a cage of woe Where thou art not all countryes will prove so Where is it that the world forgets not day When once it viewes my Iuliet is away The brighter Cynthia does enlarge her dresse That she might offer thee a sacrifice Worthy thy faire acceptance The infant lights Forsake our clouds for to bedeck thy nights Thy memorie should before this complaine That it does one of such poore worth containe Justice should blame thy fancies ' cause they bee Drawne on no other object saving mee My riches are all dig'd from Sorrowes mine Onely some favours that I keepe of thine There thou hast stockt me well then why doe I Make my selfe of so little valew bee One glance of thine is able to create A man an Angell or of purer state How many crownes stemm'd with that influence Had I the night before I went from thence I now give credit to thy words which treat Of my being in divinest parts so great But Iuliet if in this esteeme I live How must thou shine that did'st all to me give And yet thy love has made me raise my pride So high that all but thee I have deny'd There 's none does merit now thou 'st shin'd on mee My giving love to her but onely thee And since 't is so since thou hast made me prove Above the merit of all but thy love Let it be thus my Iuliet let me have The blisse of being thy Romeo to my grave What is it to be banisht from my earth When Iuliet to my comfort gives a birth When Iuliet gives me an Ironick nay Blushing intreaties for to kisse and play Let Tibalt dye and Romeo be sent As a just doome away to banishment What is it to observe so heavy a doome When I may call my Iuliet my home For Iuliet's smile who would not undergoe The clumsey looke of any Prince or moe Say Iuliet that she loves all this distresse T will transmigrate into a happinesse Yet when I name thy cousin griefe does view Some blood of thine in him and that will sue To have a tributary brine The muse That sings his death may out of th' Laurel chuse As faire a branch as any It is thee When hee sings him shall blesse his poetry The Destinies grew proud when as they had Got so much Iuliet within their shade And had he thought how much the world he blest His sword would have enjoy'd a happy rest Had he but harp'd of being thy kinsman borne This fire would ne're have giv'n his ash the urne Verona I must leave law will not let Me of my sweet enjoying Iuliet The blest infusion I did take from thee Makes all the birds strive which should welcome me With the best notes esteeming Romeo The god they ought to sacrifice unto The flowers doe court me thinking that I am A priest that from their Flora lately came To give them some rich nature Here the Rose Bids the winde kisse her leaves straight she strowe● Them for my foot-step th' Lilly offers up The richest of her beauty in a cup. All this I had by th' pledge of thy deare love Which for to gaine a second time I 'll prove A desperate Leauder Breake through Seas So with my Hero I may take my ease Let Neptune rage and throw his curles about Dart ruine at me yet I will get out And when I am at Hero's Sestian rowre Laugh at the poorenesse of the Sea-gods powre Let the poore Spider envy lay her snare All is too weake if Iuliets love bids teare I 'le prove the Swallow and undoe againe What to make perfect cost her so much paine And fly into thy lap my wisht-for nest If thou 'lt give leave that in it I may rest Did the devouring gulphs betwixt us lye Them would I venture Iuliet for to see Let Death gape for to catch me as I come Yet I 'll not turne before I see thy home And let not feare wither that rosie bed Upon thy checkes nor make the Lilly dead Know I am Romeo still know I am he VVho vow'd what never shall be broke to thee My selfe shall be my self who dutes who will Forsake life for to runne to deadly ill VVhen I name Iuliet and voyce shee is mine 〈◊〉 make a boast I equall powres divine ●'m banisht faire Verona and will be Banisht life yet never untrue to thee The Argument of Lisanders and Calistas LIsander in a fight was so wounded that hee could not hold his sword and so let it fall Cleander Calistas husband Lisanders Mrs. was killd with it which made him to bee tainted with the murther Berontus Cleanders brother knowing of the love betweene these two layd Calista in prison as a cause thereof but Lisander was out of the way In this distresse shee writes to him fearing his having done it and desiring to know the certainty Loves LOOKING GLASSE Calista to Lisander Imprisoned both in body and in minde Calista sends some comfort for to finde Of thee Lisander that with ioy shee may Swan it out bravely at her dying day Would certainty informe thou wert not hee Whose fatall hand enriched destiny With my lov'd Lord Cleander or would death When hee uncaves my soule dip every breath And memory that has it in his lake His sacrifice I here my selfe would make I honour sonnes to valour Though it bee But counterfeit yet it showes well in thee From them whose tongues would favour no report My eares have cane thy merit all the court Makes their sole eloquence Lisander's name Striving whose wit should blesse the wing of fame Worth never was ador'd with such a zeale As is Lisanders All things learne to tell Vs the glad