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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	crime_n	fair_a	great_a	49	3	2.1077	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09495	Aulus Persius Flaccus his Satires translated into English, by Barten Holyday Mr of Arts, and student of Christ-Church in Oxford; Works. English	Persius.; Holyday, Barten, 1593-1661.	1616 (1616)	STC 19778.5; ESTC S120195	34,691	70

daunce There 's set before thee on thy board to eate In a cold dish hard hearbes somewhat rough meate And course bread sifted in the people's searce Le ts trie your chappes Oh are yee now averse In thy soft mouth there 's hid a putrid soare Which touch'd with Common hearbes would make thee roare So thy heart 's cold when pale feare doth affright Thy haire like eares of corne standing vpright Againe fierce anger makes thy blood grow hot Ev'n as a fire-brand doth a seething pot And then thy flaring eies sparkling forth fire Thou sai'st and dost So in thy furious ire That mad Orestes dares sweare Such a fact None but a man starke mad ere durst to act THE FOVRTH SATIRE Argument Yong Rulers The complaint of Lust On Avarice vnfit though iust ARt thou a Common-wealths chiefe Governer Suppose the bearded graue a Socrates Philosopher Whom the cold draught of Hemlocke forc'd to die Thus to demand On what dost thou relie What are thy grounds speake Alcibiades Pupill vnto the famous Pericles Oh wit and graue discretion I haue heard Indeed do many times Prevent a Beard And so Thou knowst no doubt though th' art but yong Both when to Speake and when to hold thy tonge When therefore the vext multitude grow hot With choller and their duty haue forgot Thou dost but lift vp thy maiesticke hand And straight a gen'rall silence dost command Ore the tumultuous rout Then what dost say b These three lines are spoken in the person of this yong Governer O yee Quiritians if prevaile I may I thinke This is not just that 's done by you Nor This t were better if you Thus did doe For thou canst weigh truth in the double scale Of the most doubtfull ballance If it faile Straightwaies Thou know'st it yea though hid it lie Betweene a double crooked falsitie Or if a Rule so perfect is Thy sight Measure not ev'ry thing exactly right And the blacke c The Iudges being about to giue sentence of death against a man were wont to write his name in a table and prefixe before it the letter ● as being the first of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 signifying hee was to be delivered over to Death Theta signe of deadly shame Thou can'st prefixe 'fore an offenders name Thou Canst doe this Oh t were a crime to Doubt Come come Thou being faire only without And in the skinne in vaine leaue off to shake Thy taile before the flattring rout or make Suit for great offices till age and cares Haue made thee Fit to manage such affaires Thou being fitter yet to drinke good store Of pure vnmixt braine-purging Hellebore Wherein consists thy last thy greatest wish d The answere of this vaine fellow and the replie of Persius In having ev'ry day a full fat dish Then with sweet oile to'noint my skin and lie In the Sunnes pleasant warmth till it be drie d The answere of this vaine fellow and the replie of Persius Why hadst thou with the selfe same question tri'd This poore old woman shee had so repli'd Goe now and boast how thy Nobilitie Comes from th' Illustrious Dinomache Puffe out thy vaunts and say I 'me comely faire To graunt thee such Vaine praises I le not care When ragged gran'ame Baucis that does crie Vnto the looser servants Will yee buie Any sweete hearbes has as much wit as Thee That thus dost boast of thy vaine pedegree That no man will descend to his Owne heart And search the secrets of that hidden part No man But haue their eies fixt evermore Vpon His backe and bagge that goes Before For doe but aske a man by Chance D' yee know Vectidius farmes Hee 'le say Vectidius Who The Chuffe of Cures he whose grounds they say A kite can scarce flie o're in a whole day Him ev'n the Gods oppose and the sure fate Of an vnluckie Genius Who the date Of time bringing againe the Plow-mens e These feasts were called Compitalia and were celebrated in honour of their Lares feast When from their paineful labors they haue ceas'd And now hung vp their weary Oxens yoke By the worne path vpon some aged oke When he should freely laugh and make good cheere For other plow-men t is but Once a yeere Most basely fearing to pull off the clay From his small wine-vessel hee 'le sigh and say Pray Ioue that this my Prodigalitie Bring me not in the end to beggerie A coated oignion then with salt he eates His servants much applauding such braue meates Nay and reioycing for their happy lot And for the barly-pudding in the pot Then sparingly he suppes in steed of beere The cloathy dregges of dying Vineger But straight replies the other If Thou ' noint'st With supple oile thy foule lubberly ioints And ly'st in the hot Sunne letting it beate Vpon thy skinne with its strong parching heate There 's one whom Thou scarce know'st stands here hard by Ev'n at thine elbow that could likewise crie Against Thy manners and thy lewder art The depilation of thy modest part And of thy lunges to prostitute thereby Vnto a barren lust thy pathicke thigh Thy Cheekes bearing a kemb'd oil'd beard Elsewhere f Reader in This line I intendedly depart from the Letter of mine Author yet without thy losse Why dost thou too-vniustly-smooth appeare Scrape on but though fiue lustie wrastlers would Roote vp these springing plants yea though they should With crooked pinsers by their tugging oft Weaken thy parts of shame though first made soft With Barbers soapie water so to yeeld The better to the plowers of this field Yet this o're-spreading fearne will never bow Vnto the deepest furrow-making plow Thus we wound Others and doe yeeld agen Our thighes vnto the darts of other men And thus we know mans life pursu'd to be By this too-much-assumed Libertie g The passage heere was too-obscure wherefore J was forced to be a little diffuse in the opening of the connection and so inserted these foure verses Yet some mens faults because they hidden lie From the enquirie of their Enemie Are not obiected to them yet are knowne To him to whom they crie We are thine Owne Thou hast a secret wound vnder thy side But thy broad gold-boss'd girdle doth it hide So though thou make Men say Th' art well in Vaine Will thy Side say so too that feeles the paine Thou 'lt heere perchance reply What when as all My neighbours Me an ex'lent fellow call And say I am not as your Common men Shall I ah Can I not beleeue 'hem then h The reply of Persius to his owne obiection Alas blinde wretch if at the sight of gold With avaricious loue thou waxest cold And pale if ev'ry thing thou likewise doe Which griefe-procuring Lust provokes thee to If on the table of thy Vsurie By most oppressing heavie crueltie As by a strong deepe-wounding scourge thou make Many a sure-imprinted grievous strake To the false-praising