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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	cup_n	drink_v	lord_n	8,123	5	4.8759	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A86259	His noble numbers, or, His pious pieces vvherein (amongst other things) he sings the birth of his Christ : and sighes for his Saviours suffering on the crosse.	Herrick, Robert, 1591-1674.	1647 (1647)	Wing H1597; Thomason E1090_1	26,374	82

my friends transgression Ah! Sions Daughters do not feare The Crosse the Cords the Nailes the Speare The Myrrhe the Gall the Vineger For Christ your loving Saviour hath Drunk up the wine of Gods fierce wrath Onely there 's left a little froth Lesse for to tast then for to shew What bitter cups had been your due Had He not drank them up for you His Anthem to Christ on the Crosse WHen I behold Thee almost slain With one and all parts full of pain When I Thy gentle Heart do see Pierc't through and dropping bloud for me I 'le call and cry out Thanks to Thee Vers But yet it wounds my soule to think That for my sin Thou Thou must drink Even Thou alone the bit●er cup Of furie and of vengeance up Chor. Lord I 'le not see Thee to drink all The Vineger the Myrrhe the Gall Ver. Chor. But I will sip a little wine Which done Lord say The rest is mine This Crosse Tree here Doth JESUS beare Who sweet'ned first The Death accurs't HEre all things ready are make hast make hast away For long this work wil be very short this Day Why then go on to act Here 's wonders to be done Before the last least sand of Thy ninth houre be run Or e're dark Clouds do dull or dead the Mid-dayes Sun Act when Thou wilt Bloud will be spilt Pure Balm that shall Bring Health to All. Why then Begin To powre first in Some Drops of Wine In stead of Brine To search the Wound So long unsound And when that 's done Let Oyle next run To cure the Sore Sinne made before And O! Deare Christ E'en as Thou di'st Look down and see Us weepe for Thee And tho Love knows Thy dreadfull Woes Wee cannot ease Yet doe Thou please Who Mercie art T' accept each Heart That gladly would Helpe if it could Meane while let mee Beneath this Tree This Honour have To make my grave To his Saviours Sepulcher his Devotion HAile holy and all-honour'd Tomb By no ill haunted here I come With shoes put off to tread thy Roome I 'le not prophane by soile of sin Thy Doore as I do enter in For I have washt both hand and heart This that and ev'ry other part So that I dare with farre lesse feare Then full affection enter here Thus thus I come to kisse Thy Stone With a warm lip and solemne one And as I kisse I 'le here and there Dresse Thee with flowrie Diaper How sweet this place is as from hence Flow'd all Panchaia's Frankincense Or rich Arabia did commix Here all her rare Aromaticks Let me live ever here and stir No one step from this Sepulcher Ravisht I am and down I lie Confus'd in this brave Extasie Here let me rest and let me have This for my Heaven that was Thy Grave And coveting no higher sphere I 'le my Eternitie spend here His Offering with the rest at the Sepulcher TO joyn with them who here confer Gifts to my Saviours Sepulcher Devotion bids me hither being Somwhat for my Thank-Offering Loe Thus I give a Virgin-Flower To dresse my Maiden-Saviour His coming to the Sepulcher HEnce they have born my Lord Behold the Stone Is rowl'd away and my sweet Saviour's gone Tell me white Angell what is now become Of Him we lately seal'd up in this Tombe Is He from hence gone to the shades beneath To vanquish Hell as here He conquer'd Death If so I 'le thither follow without feare And live in Hell if that my Christ stayes there OF all the good things whatsoe're we do God is the ΑΡΧΗ and the ΤΕΛΟΣ too

and the King And our Peace here like a Spring Make it ever flourishing God to be first serv'd HOnour thy Parents but good manners call Thee to adore thy God the first of all Another Grace for a Child HEre a little child I stand Heaving up my either hand Cold as Paddocks though they be Here I lift them up to Thee For a Benizon to fall On our meat and on us all Amen A Christmas Caroll sung to the King in the Presence at White-Hall Chor. WHat sweeter musick can we bring Then a Caroll for to sing The Birth of this our heavenly King Awake the Voice Awake the String Heart Eare and Eye and every thing Awake the while the active Finger Runs division with the Singer From the Flourish they came to the Song 1 Dark and dull night flie hence away And give the honour to this Day That sees December turn'd to May. 2 If we may ask the reason say The why and wherefore all things here Seem like the Spring-time of the yeere 3 Why do's the chilling Winters morne Smile like a field beset with corne Or smell like to a Meade new-shorne Thus on the sudden 4. Come and see The cause why things thus fragrant be 'T is He is borne whose quickning Birth Gives life and luster publike mirth To Heaven and the under-Earth Chor. We see Him come and know him ours Who with His Sun-shine and His showers Turnes all the patient ground to flowers 1 The Darling of the world is come And fit it is we finde a roome To welcome Him 2. The nobler part Of all the house here is the heart Chor. Which we will give Him and bequeath This Hollie and this Ivie Wreath To do Him honour who 's our King And Lord of all this Revelling The Musicall Part was composed by M. Henry Lawes The New-yeeres Gift or Circumcisions Song sung to the King in the Presence at White-Hall 1 PRepare for Songs He 's come He 's come And be it sin here to be dumb And not with Lutes to fill the roome 2 Cast Holy Water all about And have a care no fire gos out But ' cense the porch and place throughout 3 The Altars all on fier be The Storax fries and ye may see How heart and hand do all agree To make things sweet Chor. Yet all less sweet then He. 4 Bring Him along most pious Priest And tell us then when as thou seest His gently-gliding Dove-like eyes And hear'st His whimp'ring and His cries How canst thou this Babe circumcise 5 Ye must not be more pitifull then wise For now unlesse ye see Him bleed Which makes the Bapti'me 't is decreed The Birth is fruitlesse Chor. Then the work God speed 1 Touch gently gently touch and here Spring Tulips up through all the yeere And from His sacred Bloud here shed May Roses grow to crown His own deare Head Chor. Back back again each thing is done With zeale alike as 't was begun Now singing homeward let us carrie The Babe unto His Mother Marie And when we have the Child commended To her warm bosome then our Rites are ended Composed by M. Henry Lawes Another New-yeeres Gift or Song for the Circumcision 1 HEnce hence prophane and none appeare With any thing unhallowed here No jot of Leven must be found Conceal'd in this most holy Ground 2 What is corrupt or sowr'd with sin Leave that without then enter in Chor. But let no Christmas mirth begin Before ye purge and circumcise Your hearts and hands lips eares and eyes 3 Then like a perfum'd Altar see That all things sweet and clean may be For here 's a Babe that like a Bride Will blush to death if ought be spi'd Ill-scenting or unpurifi'd Chor. The room is cens'd help help t' invoke Heaven to come down the while we choke The Temple with a cloud of smoke 4 Come then and gently touch the Birth Of Him who 's Lord of Heav'n and Earth 5 And softly handle Him y 'ad need Because the prettie Babe do's bleed Poore-pittied Child who from Thy Stall Bring'st in Thy Blood a Balm that shall Be the best New-yeares Gift to all 1 Let 's blesse the Babe And as we sing His praise so let us blesse the King Chor. Long may He live till He hath told His New-yeeres trebled to His old And when that 's done to re-aspire A new-borne Phoenix from His own chast fire Gods Pardon WHen I shall sin pardon my trespasse here For once in hell none knowes Remission there Sin SIn once reacht up to Gods eternall Sphere And was committed not remitted there Evill EVill no Nature hath the losse of good Is that which gives to sin a livelihood The Star-Song A Caroll to the King sung at White-Hall The Flourish of Musick then followed the Song 1 TEll us thou cleere and heavenly Tongue Where is the Babe but lately sprung Lies He the Lillie-banks among 2 Or say if this new Birth of ours Sleeps laid within some Ark of Flowers Spangled with deaw-light thou canst cleere All doubts and manifest the where 3 Declare to us bright Star if we shall seek Him in the Mornings blushing cheek Or search the beds of Spices through To find him out Star No this ye need not do But only come and see Him rest A Princely Babe in 's Mothers Brest Chor. He 's seen He 's seen why then a Round Let 's kisse the sweet and holy ground And all rejoyce that we have found A King before conception crown'd 4 Come then come then and let us bring Unto our prettie Twelfth-Tide King Each one his severall offering Chor. And when night comes wee 'l give Him wassailing And that His treble Honours may be seen Wee 'l chuse Him King and make His Mother Queen To God WIth golden Censers and with Incense here Before Thy Virgin-Altar I appeare To pay Thee that I owe since what I see In or without all all belongs to Thee Where shall I now begin to make for one Least loane of Thine half Restitution Alas I cannot pay a jot therefore I 'le kisse the Tally and confesse the score Ten thousand Talents lent me Thou dost write 'T is true my God but I can't pay one mite To his deere God I 'Le hope no more For things that will not come And if they do they prove but cumbersome Wealth brings much woe And since it fortunes so 'T is better to be poore Then so t' abound As to be drown'd Or overwhelm'd with store Pale care avant I 'le learn to be content With that small stock Thy Bounty gave or lent What may conduce To my most healthfull use Almighty God me grant But that or this That hurtfull is Denie Thy suppliant To God his good will GOld I have none but I present my need O Thou that crown'st the will where wants the deed Where Rams are wanting or large Bullocks thighs There a poor Lamb 's a plenteous sacrifice Take then his Vowes who if he had it