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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	day_n	good_a	time_n	5,951	5	3.7938	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B06760	A vvarning for maidens to the tune of, The ladies fall.		1650 (1650)	Wing W921; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.7[501]	2,357	1

A Warning for Maidens To the Tune of The Ladies fall YOu daintie Dames so finely fram'd in beauties chiefest mold ●nd you that trip it up and down like lambs in Cupids fold Here is a lesson to be learn'd a lesson my mind For such as will prove false in love and bear a faithless mind Not far from Notingham of late in Clifton as I hear There dwelt a fair and comelie maid for beautie without peer Her cheeks were like the Crimson rose yet well we may perceive The fairest Dame the falsest heart and soonest will deceive This gallant Damsel was belov'd by manie in that place And manie sought in marriage bed her bodie to embrace At last a comelie proper youth young Bateman call'd by name In hope to have a married wife unto this maiden came Such love and liking soon he found that he from all the rest Had stoln awaie the Damsels heart and she did like him best Then plighted promise secretlie did pass between them two That nothing could but death it self their true loves knot undo A piece of gold he brake in twain one half to her he gave The other as a pledge quoth he dear heart myself shall have And if I break my vow quoth she while I remain alive May never thing I take in hand be seen at all to thrive This passed one for two months space and then this maid began To setle love and liking too upon another man Old Jerman who a widower was he husband needs must be Because he was of greater wealth and better of degree Her vowe and promise latelie past to Bateman she deny'd And in despight both him and his she utterlie defy'd Well then quoth he if it be so that thou wilt me forsake And like a false and forsworn wretch another husband take Thou shalt not live one quiet day for surelie I will have Thee either now alive or dead when I am laid in grave Thy faithlesse mind thou shalt repent therefore be well assur'd When for thy sake thou hear'st report what torments I endur'd But mark how Bateman died for love he finisht up his life The verie day she married was and made old Jermans wife For with a strangling cord God w●ts great moan was made therefore He hang'd himself in desperat sort before the brides own door At which such sorrow pierc'd her heart and troubled sore her mind That she could never after that our hour of comfort find For wheresoever that she went her fancy did surmize Young Bateman's pale and gashlie ghost appeared before her eyes When she in bed at night did lie betwixt her husbands arms In hope therein to sleep and rest in safetie without harms Great cries grievous groans she heard a voice that sometime said O thou art she that I must have and will not be deni'd But she as then being with child was for the infants sake Preserved from the spirits power no vengeance could it take The Babe unborn did safe●ie shield as God appointed is His mothers bodie from the Fiend that sought her overthrow But being of her burthen eas'd and safelie brought to bed Her cares and griefs began anew and fresh her sorrows bred And hereupon she call'd her friends desiring them to staie This night quoth she out of my bed I shall be born awaie Here comes the spirit of my love with pale and gashlie face Who till he take me hence with him will not depart this place Alive or dead I am his right and he will surelie have In spight of me and all the world what I by promise gave O watch with me all night dear friends but see ye do not sleep No longer then ye be awake my bodie can ye keep All promised to do their best yet nothing could suffice In middle of the night to keep sad slumber from their eyes And being all full fast on sleep as all unknown which waie This child-bed wife that woful wight from thence was born awaie But to what place no creature knew nor to this daie can tell As strange a thing as ever yet in anie age bef●ll Ye Maidens that desire to love and will good husbands choose To him that ye have vow'd your love by no means do refuse For God that hears all secret oaths wil dreadful vengeance take On such as on a wilful vow do slender reckning make FINIS A GODLY BALLAD To the same Tune ONe year begins another ends our time doth pass and go And this to our instruction ●ends if we could take it so The Summer's hot the Winter 's cold whose s●●son lets us see W●●●●outh is gone and we wax old like flowrs we 〈◊〉 and die Men for the most part do rejoice when sons are to them born Whose weeping eyes bewail their woes our sinfulnesse to scorn They are the messengers of death our time is passing fast T●l● the hour of fading breath then death us parts at last Thus must we learn to spend our dayes in vertue as we ought In doing good make no delaies let sloath out of our thought The sloathful man yet ne're attain'd to honour wealth nor fame But manie have by vertue gain'd a ●ong long lasting name In prime t●me of our youth we should the se●ds of learning sow 〈…〉 our vices if we could and sinful lusts down throw He that in time of youth takes pain his vertue to bestow In harvest of his age again he grapes of grace shal mow Since all things creat have an end nothing but fame remains Happie is he can wiselie spend his time in vertuous p●ins For soon the time shal pass awaie and pleasures shal abide O happie happie thrice are they who takes time at the tide The tide of time doth flow full fast and quicklie ebs awaie And if our ship lack sail or mast our voyage must delaie Our bodies are the brittle bark which sails the fl●ods of fame But if through sloath we miss the mark we sink in seas of shame Occasion she hath bair before but she is held behind Lost time no travel can restore as many fools do find The little ants and honey bees in Summer laie up store For to provide for Winter st●rms men ought to do much more This have I done to please your will now let me have my ●ire I have bewra●'d my want of skil in doing your desire The weakness of a womans wit is not through natures fault But lack of education fit makes nature oft to ●alt FINIS