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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	day_n	earth_n	life_n	4,047	5	4.4029	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A94292	Hymnus tabaci a poem in honour of tabaco. Heroïcally composed by Raphael Thorius: made English by Peter Hausted Mr of Arts Camb.; Hymnus tabaci. English	Thorius, Raphael, d. 1625.; Kinschot, Louis van, 1595-1647.; Hausted, Peter, d. 1645.	1651 (1651)	Wing T1040; Thomason E1369_1; Thomason E1369_2; ESTC R203756	32,352	73

should bee T' expell diseases and to keep us free Listen all yee who do desire to know Being once well how to preserve yee so Some do by nature as a poyson hate Tabaco some most foolishly do prate Against it cause they of the former dayes Liv'd long and sound without it Let both these Abstain for 't is not comely or to fight 'gainst prudent Nature or t' infuse a right Mind into him who stubborn does despise His Ancestors being Fools to grow more wise He who does love it let him know his why Not like an imitating Ape let fly At all without or councell or end known Advent'ring upon actions not his own A Generation there be agen Who drink it that they may seem Gentlemen And show their breeding onely who ne're think Whether the things be good or bad they drink It is rustick shamefac'tness and can Never show comely in a well-bred man So have I seen at Christmasse when my Lord Hath set a Clownish Tenant at his board Th' amazed wretch takes all that 's carved him why Because he wanted wit how to deny Tabaco is not an indifferent thing But to the Drinker good or bad does bring First try thy body then and learn to know Whether thy Chimny carry smoke or no Hast thou a great n round head a Front that stāds Like a fair Foreland brawny arms and hands Large Shoulders a broad brest fat Flesh a Tongue That 's ever moist take it and fear no wrong But let o lean men forbear whose Necks are hard Their Foreheads narrow small their head their lard And puddings pinching cheeks that up do rear Their fleshlesse bones and nosthrils that are clear For as the force of p spirits to their brain Comes in but in thin Troops and weak so again When th' smoke appears they all away do run As mists are frighted with the winters Sun Nor set the q ruddy man on whose cheek glowes A flushing that does imitate the Roses Whose breath draws thick and whose coughs frequent are Once touch the Pipe but utterly forswear Both in and all good fellowship for fear He buyes his pleasure at a rate too dean For he a fire already kindled has Within his Lungs and cherisheth alas A Feaver in his heart his own decay And in a lingring flame doth melt away But if to smoke thy love be grown so great That not thy solemn'st vows can conquer it But reason must yeild unto blind desire Take then the r Coltsfoot for his temperate fire Warms but in flames not whose light brushing air Cleanseth the inward Vlcers and makes fair The ſ Cabbin of the Brest Once if thou hast Some hidden cause which makes thy body wast Or if a generall distemper dwels In every ill-affected part or els An active Feaver in thy bloud be found Or thou endur'st the raging of a wound Eschew that Syren-weed Tabaco than Which pleasing kills ' appear to be a man Hard though it be yet from the flatterer run And do not feed thine own destruction Besides all this sometimes it fortunes so That streams of bloud upwards downwards flow In plenteous manner which a death portends Nature having given the reyns unto both ends In such a case what ever happen may Then from the t deadly Bowles fly fly away For thence the current of thy bloud does swell Thy fits of vomiting do grow more fell Till at the last to make an end of wo Thy Life and Lease will out together go But I am here arrested and bid stand By a Writ of Reason seeming with one hand To pluck down what I with the other built And thus I am accused of the guilt u If from Tabaco heavy sleep be sent And sleep a chain to bind the excrement Unjustly then is that condemn'd to be Hurtful which merits praise not obloquie w Know then that in the Indian Herb doth ly A double power a diverse quality The Salt on one hand spurs slow Nature on And like a furious rider makes her run The sleep-creating clouds and sulphurous smother Useth the reyns and stops her on the other But as the lusty and untamed Steed When on the small guts he is made to bleed Flies out inrag'd and scorneth as before To obey the ruling Bridle any more So is it here when the retentive force Begins to fail as 't is with that wild horse Every light touch disorders Nature quite And makes her forward rush with all her might Nor is it easie when she 's at the top Of all her speed quickly to take her up Thus it appears if rightly understood The x spur more harm does then the y bridle good So much it doth conduce to th' good of men T' observe the nature manner and the when With the just measure and the weight of things So bodies gather strength so vertue springs Both by too much or by too little fall What better thing then Wine yet not to all Nor at all howers must it be given For then 'T would hurtfull prove there is a season when 'T is certain death to drink it and agen It maketh mad there is a season when Sometime too large a draught doth take away The reason quite for a whole night and day When if the surfet loseth not his ty The Drunkard dies or at least seems to dy Near is our Pattern blithe Adonis late While he thy Bacchanals did celebrate O King Lenaeus steep'd in wine and sleep The rest of thy Feast under Earth did keep Buried alive supposed dead he was But the next day digg'd up again alas Manifest signes of return'd life were read In'his bloudy hands and in his broken head With knee and elbow he bad fought 'gainst death And in the narrow Coffin lost his breath This can be said 'gainst Wine but against us And our z Art of healing what so barbarous Can be objected by an adversary Who by Tabaco hath been known to dy Or from what man hath it his reason stole In great Feasts rather when the spacious Bowle Keeps order'd rounds if there be any known So desperate that he will with loss of 's own Take others healths and superstitious think T' observe the mad Laws made by' th' State of drink That nor his reason nor his feet decline Give him the Pipe with the hot fuming wine Let him he med'cinall vapour interpose And with the smoke damask his wrinckled nose With an unblemish'd face he then shall rise And with a well-fram'd speech he shall seem wise When the rude multitude who ignorant be Of the soveraign Herb or else incapable Shall carrying Torches in their Nose appear ' Yet stumble too with all the light they bear For even thy a fire Twice-born by th' smoke is staid Thy active rage is by the fume allaid Nor let that envy move that praiseth thee A more strict league and friendship cannot bee Betwixt the Loadstone and the Steel