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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	day_n	great_a	king_n	6,708	5	3.5390	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A67600	The court convert: or, A sincere sorrow for sin, faithfully travers'd expressing the dignity of a true penitent. Drawn in little by one, whose manifold misfortunes abroad, have render'd him necessitated, to seek for shelter here; by dedicating himself and this small poem. By H.A. gent.	H. W. (Henry Waring)	1695 (1695)	Wing W856AA; ESTC R219546	6,727	45

THE Court Convert OR A Sincere Sorrow for SIN Faithfully TRAVERS'D Expressing the Dignity of a True Penitent Drawn in Little by ONE whose Manifold Misfortunes Abroad have render'd him Necessitated to seek for Shelter Here By Dedicating Himself and this small POEM By H. A. Gent. Printed for the Author TO THE HONOURED Ioseph Boyeck Esq r S r THE Author's Condition being at present on a Level and the Basis of his former Fortune Overthrown to get Clear of the Dilemma and prevent his future Interment in the Ruins Humbly takes leave to Dedicate this small Poem the Off-spring of a Penny-less Muse to Your kind Acceptance Having nothing in this Iron Age wherewith to support him but a Feeble Quill He knows it is not Practicable to Trade for Wealth in the Poets Territories he might as well depend on the Wheel of Fortune for a Benefit which only Turns to the advantage of her Favourites than Fish for Pearl in the Muses Helicon where are only Wrecks and no Riches he has only play'd a little about the Brink which if not we done is submitted to Correction But b●lieving the spirit of Goodness and true Humility resides in your Generous Breast as Rich Gemm in a Noble Cascate he is Encourag'd to Lay this the aforesaid Brat a● your Hospitable gate for they whose Estimate of Men and things Proceed not from a Blind and Popular Applause Lives u●most near the Example of our SAVIOUR who when on Earth Declin'd the Conversation of a Proud Tetrarch for that of a Poor Lazer and Valu'd more the Holy acts of an Humble Fisher then all the Great and Heroick Deeds of a Haughty Caesar I am Your Honours most Dutiful Servant Henry Anderson THE COURT CONVERT DEluding World which hath so long amus'd And with false Shapes my dreaming Soul abus'd ●yrannick Court where simple Mortals buy With Life and Fortune splendid Slavery ●ence-forth Adieu my goodly Stock of Years ●aid out for that I now lament with Tears Monarchs who with amazing Splendor glare ●nd Favorites who their Reflections are ●oth shine 't is true but 't is like Glass they do ●rittle as that and made of Ashes too The Hour is set wherein they must disown The Royal Pomp the Treasure and the Throne The dazling Lustre of Majestick State Shall be extinguish'd by the Hand of Fate Highness must stoop into the hollow Grave And keep sad Court in a cold dampish Cave Beauty and jovial Youth decays apace Age still and Sickness oft doth both deface The Favorite whom all adore and fear Whose Strength doth so unshakable appear It 's but a Tower built on flitting Sands No longer than the Tempest sleepeth stands Nor can the Calm of Fortune long insure Or Monarch's Favour crazy Man secure We moulder of our selves and soon or late We must resign beloved Life to Fate From stately Palaces we must remove The narrow Lodging of a Grave to prove Leave the fair Train and the light-guilded Room To lie alone benighted in the Tomb. GOD only is Immortal Man not so Life to be paid upon demand we owe. The rigid Laws of Fate with none dispense From the least Beggar to the greatest Prince The crooked Sythe that no Distinction knows Monarchs and Slaves indifferently mows One Day we 'd pity those we now admire When after all the Glory they acquire When after all the famous Conquests they have made Fierce Death their Lawrels in the Dust hath laid Those Heads and Hands which States and Princes steer Who Rule in Peace and Conquer in the War Shall by a sad and certain Change of State Be doom'd a Prize to Death and rigid Fate Then be no more their very Name will die To Fame unless preserv'd by History 'T is Heaven's Great KING alone whom Angels serve Who does our Hearts our Care our Love deserve To HIM all 's due there 's nought at our command But must be paid at his Divine Demand To HIM the Christian ought to make his Court His Love the only Matter of Import Not but that Honour must to Kings be paid Being by Heav'n Heav'n's Vicegerents made To such we dedicate our Hearts and Hands With due Submission to their just Commands And their unjust ones tho we cannot do We must the Mulct with Patience undergo T is Sacrilege in any Case to pry ●nto the God-like Power of Majesty And mere Typheon insolence to strive Law to a King with lawless Arms to give But all good Subjects should adore the Hand By which Kings and the Crowns they wear do stand And while the Earth's great Master we revere Pay Homage also to the Thunderer To GOD whom Kings obey whose Bounty gave Their Scepters Crowns and all the Goods they have To GOD whose Sun-beams guilded Royal State And Glory gives to each great Monarch's Fate With whose unknown but to HIM easy Skill Manages Powers and Princes as HE will Now for to get in favour with this Prince There needs no more but simple Innocence No Honour at his Court is bought with Gold But for cheap Love are all Preferments sold And in proportion to the Love you bring You shall have Power from the KING of Kings With a good Stock of Love there one may climb To a great Fortune in a little time Nor is it hard me-thinks to love a GOD Who is himself so Loving and so Good In other Courts a Man doth lose himself Oft for a little and long drudg'd for Pelf In Business bearing an uncertain State Made void sometimes by Envy or by Hate Rendring Possession of too short a Date For as a Dropsie makes the Body grow At the same time that it brings Nature low O're-whelm'd with Water choak'd with Wind So Wealth at once swells up and starves the Mind ●t GOD the Soul's Capacity doth fill ●is Bounty over-flows Man's boundless Will ●nd since the Earth cannot our Nature bless ●nd the great World 's too little for the less ●is boundless Self he gives us is so good As Romans hold the Sacramental Food ●o regale us with 's Body and His Blood With Heavenly Manna Angels tasteful Meat The same he gave His loving Twelve to Eat ●imself the Treater and Himself the Treat Come all that Hunger to the Royal Feast Come ev'ry one and wear the Nuptial Vest ●et the King's Splendor dash or dazle none Or being Mean discourage any one ●our Host is known to be as Meek as Great And will alike the King and Beggar treat Spare not his Board you cannot make him poor The more he gives the greater is his Store His Bounty like his Treasure 's unconfin'd By giving still to Give the more inclin'd Come then and crowd into his Royal Court And to the Source of Goodness all resort Love H I M whose Goodness Words cannot express And whose Ail-flowing Bounty is not less Lift up your Reason then and have a care No foolish worldly Baubles enter there With such Precaution you 'll acquire his Grace And purchase in his glorious Court