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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	dead_a	life_n	raise_v	9,308	5	6.9695	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09644	Vertues anatomie. Or A compendious description of that late right honorable, memorable, and renowned Bedfordshire lady, the Lady Cheany, of Tuddington. By Charles Pierse	Pierse, Charles.	1618 (1618)	STC 19909; ESTC S102573	34,544	80

which most hold is tru'st gentility But let them haue it I will not contend Their honors may deceiue them all i' th end Great King of heauen and earth how shall I speake Which am but dust and ashes vnto thee When my soules faculties are all too weake Once to conceiue the meanest thought of thee And yet thou tearmst thy selfe but Sonne of man Which vild wormes scorne whose glorie 's but a span Ambitions age can Auarice blinde thee so To build such castles in vncertaine ayre What can your honors powers and riches doe For age and death thei 'le leaue you to despaire Where thou canst not redeeme an howers time Though al the goods in thousand worlds were thine Thinke yee to buy his fauour with a price Or fee him with so many golden mines Can any let sinne purchase paradise Or giue sufficient ransome for your crimes Oh no these dreames doe but your senses tickle For in that hower all that you hau's too little Reuerse your error let not these molest you Why should faire falshood blinde your mentall eies That it may once be said vertue possest you Wherein the truest fame and honor lies For smal's that greatnes poore weak's that glory Which hath his trust vppon things transitory Then seeke not to enrich posterity With an oppressing hand and cruell might Nor build your houses vp by tyranny Nor take possession of the poore mans right Lest Achab-like in buying so you sell Your house your soule and all you haue to hell VVhat profit shall your tired soules receiue Of all these riches you haue heap'd together VVhen in a moment you must take your leaue Of all your store and goe you know not whither Your childrē shew your wealth the world your shame And all doe hate the memory of your name Most odious euer hated of God and men Accursed riches which will waste in vsing Vnluckie and vnblessed issue then VVhen all you haue is purchas'd by abusing Your parents knew not that their goods ill gotten Their heires wold spēd whē they were dead rottē Oh what a ioyfull thing 't is to behold Heires to succeed their fires in vertuous lore And striue their houses honor to vphold VVith greater glory then it had before Studying by noble deeds t' inrich their name To their immortall praise and endlesse fame But ah I feare what I would not mistrust That heires to prodigall vices rather turne And leaue their honors trodden in the dust The losse whereof some ancient houses mourne Not liuing like themselues in birth but slaues Burying all vertue in their fathers graues The cause of which great waste and fall of heires I iudge the impious times of wretched fathers VVhose auaritious thoughts and greedie cares To fatten them and theirs vniustly gathers And waste their braines in studying day and night To purchase that which is anothers right Oh why should these be grac'd why should a pen Dip'd in the purest liquor of those springs Attend the earthly glory of these men VVhich shame vnto the truest honor brings As we doe see Fame none so much doth boast As those whose liues haue tyranniz'd it most If these vnto such fortunes haue attain'd Built on the slippery ground of fading Fame Then what great glorie shall thy honor gaine Or what sufficient pen can praise the same If Vice with Tombes and Epitaphes is renown'd VVherwith shal thy rare vertuous deeds be crown'd If out-side honor if vsurped greatnesse If painted pictures of Iniquitie Can haue their praises sung with wondrous sweetnesse Which nere deseru'd the meanest dignitie VVhat shall the true bred honor of the minde Adorn'd with vertues excellencies finde Did not thy ventures challenge from Fames wings One quill or pen t'immortalize thy name Is any enuious Serpent left that stings Or can with th'smallest tincture touch thy fame Are not thy vertues and thy honors blest VVith as great grace and glory as the rest Then why should not some worthy spirits vprise And with vndaunted quill her honor sing VVhy should they not her worth and vertues prise As high as theirs which from corruption springs Whose shame 's their glory their aime's their stain At nought but worldly things and glory vaine No worthy Lady doe not thinke a Tombe Can thy fresh memory from this world diuide Nor thinke that this earths all-deuouring wombe Within her bowels can thy vertues hide Nor wrong thy merits nor arrest thy worth Which spite of Time will spring and flourish forth That monumentall white faire marble Tombe Cannot containe thy noble deeds and merits When all the world is knowne too little roome To comprehend in bounds thy boundlesse spirit But still shall time with vs be euer telling Ages to come thy vertuous life excelling Nor doe not thinke though in corruptions bed Thy body lies interr'd at Tuddington That therefore thou art quite forgot and dead Or from our memories cleane exil'd and gone No no thy name and fame againe will raise thee And spite of death will make the world to praise thee No 't was decreed of euerlasting fate That vertue should endure and neuer die Made to out-liue Times rage and longest date Writ with a pen of sure eternitie Where if the Muses faile her worth to raise Then babes and sucklings will speak forth her praise Which hath induc'd my infant Muse to write My suckling wits which all too meane presumes Where if that learning cannot well indite How shall I doe with these impolish'd tunes But hope the best for euils come soonest then When least suspected and deseruing them Then launch into the Ocean of her honor So rare a Phaenix and our countries wonder Thy Muse I doubt much merit will take from her Or else her silly backe will split asunder Yet beare the sayles vp heauens may send a winde T' inspire me how to praise her vertuous minde Which they that true religion pure and blest Not mixed with Idolatrie nor defil'd Whose vertuous life and deeds did her professe An Israelite true in whom there was no guile Imbracing of the sacred truth in loue From which no worldly cares could her remoue That sought to know and learne those artes Diuine Which onely vnto true saluation tend And therein much did exercise her minde To profit by the truth which all defend Misplacing errors which doe seeke to blinde The way of truth in selfe-affected minde No verball but a mentall true profession Ingrauen in her honorable brest Wherein it tooke most sure and deepe impression That grace and honor heere did euer rest Making the one illustrious by the other As if they were both twins sprung from one mother And surely so they are as neere allyed Who wins their honors by their vertues first Can witnesse well their noble deeds haue tried Though Fortune now bestowes them on the worst 'T is but externall honor they doe winne Whose houses end before they doe beginne For thou Religion art a seely sound Accounted in these nice

support her houses fame A widdow wife and maide confinde in one In all and seuerall states so free from blame That enuy nor the iniurious hand of time Could euer staine or touch with any crime Her thoughts so continent and her chast desires Which neuer rioted in exppense of time Sprung from those true eternall liuing fires Which doth all vertue to it selfe combine Not lightly led nor starting now and then To place new fancies in affecting men But truely kept her selfe vnto her loue Her worthy loue in youth in age in death So constant faithfull true as turtle doue Where her affections gaue no second breath But liu'd in one pure loue and neuer changed In thoughts so firmly knit they neuer ranged Which for the space of almost thirty yeares Did rule alone her house admir d of many Such holy graces in her life appeares Such perfect vertues seldome seene in any A virgin wife a widow maide to be So old in honor yet from folly free Could not her long deceased spouse before Grac'd with so many worthy after loues Nor time nor nature which could argue more Nor any thing from that strict course remoue But still her resolution doth perseuer Inuiolate vnto the first for euer Why then poore pen doest thou attempt so far And canst not touch the riches of her honor Nor nothing neere describe this glorious starre But rather much vnhidden worth take from her The little world of thy poore wit on fire Will rather burne then satisfie desire Yet giue me leaue great Readers to admire Faire imitators of her honors worth Although I cannot satisfie desire Nor set her high desarts and honor forth Accept my will which must remaine your debtor Till time or heau'ns shall grace me to sing better She in whose breast grace such impression tooke That made her time not like a mortall creature Which honors state and dignities forsooke A thing most hard and wondrous strange to nature That vertue should be found for to contemne Such meanes and fortunes as aduanceth them Could grace and vertue natures force expell And breake those lawes wherein she binds too many Could heauenly gifts in such a concord dwell So welbelou'd within the heart of any That in so many daies they should not fall Nor yet be toucht with any crime at all Pure-thoughted Lady which preserues thy soule So cleane from fleshly crimes and carnall pleasures Nor didst consent vnto such actions foule Wherein too many wallow out of measure That inbred sin which neuer leaues the most Till nature's ready to yeeld vp the ghoast One loue thy soule delighted which decease Did liue a fresh in the still vndiuided Two persons ioynd in one makes no release Till both be dead in loue so firmly guided Death parts the body but the soule doth honor In shadie groues to meete so true a louer So constant Lady thou which after death In strengh of yeares to no such bayts did yeeld Gaines fame a second life and longer breath Whose stedfast loue on better ground did build Where palmes of victorie in thy hands are found And lawrell wreaths to girt thy temples round Where thou Diana-like didst lead a life In sacred loue mixt with most chast desire Or like those holy vestalls void of strife Which keepes their honors spotlesse and intire And neuer lookes so true a course they liue To those inchantments which the world doth giue Where purest loue like to the morning dew Sent downe from him which all good gifts infuses Inioyes those rare contents giuen but to few To very few which worldly traffique vses So great and meeke so chast and yet a wife For not a mortals but an Angels life Which onely keeps not from societie Thy person free but quencht those inward fires And from loose thoughts and vaine delights didst flie Hating th'imbracements of vnchast desires And gaue no place to such inticements vaine Which proues the owners losse the actors paine How canst thou then great Lady all forsake So many thousand bayted hopes to see And many great ones little rest to take Whilst thou securely sleeps from dangers free No thy chast bosome neuer lusted so To loose a freind for to imbrace a foe Thou worthy patterne of this wanton age Whose pure affections dispossesseth sin And acts thy part vpon this earthly stage As chast as she whose loue Troy towne did win Oh who would wish more honor in this life Then die a vertuous widow virgin wife Thou mighst haue knit thy selfe in sacred bands With honorable persons in degree In Hymens rites vniting hearts and hands And not haue wrong this first loue being free Oh but thy soule sayes to thy selfe alone That fayth most firme that keeps it selfe to one No friend nor louer since thy bosome smothers But Christ thy Sauiour spouse and husband deare For whose deare sake thou hast forsooke all others How great or rich so e're they liued here And sworne vnto thy selfe and made a vow To serue loue feare and keepe him onely now Oh happy choyse yet man and wife do varry From these pure paths which vnto vertue tends They care not who nor yet how oft they marry For loue of lucre lust or worldy freinds Exchanging oft the better for the worse Who weds a second neuer lou'd the first Such soule respects are so ingrauen in vs First beauty that faire obiect doth allure vs. Then mighty friends in state or meanes doth win vs That from insuing dangers may secure vs But last and greatest is wealth reuenewes riches The which the soules of men so much bewiches Long maist thou liue in thy more happier choise That euerlasting loue which fadeth neuer Long mayst thou with that Bridegroome faire reioice In those triumphing ioyes which lasteth euer Long maist thou honor praise and glory sing Vnto the soueraigne Lord the King of Kings Where thy pure thoughts chast bosome vertuous life Weds thy vnspotted soule to endlesse ioyes Whose loue to that great spouse makes a chast wife And whose rare gifts weake flesh and bloud destroyes Whose outward honors many equals finde But few to match the honor of the minde Why should my striuing pen desire to tell What it by force cannot attaine to know Why should my will against my skill rebell My passions thus ' gainst reasons lawes to show What ardent furies workes within my minde To seeke for that no wit nor toile can finde Oh giue me leaue to breake off thou my Muse I cannot diue so deepe I may be drown'd Then spare my weakenesse and defects excuse Which must retire when it can feele no ground That glorious streame of honor 't is too deepe For my weake braine aboue the waues to keepe But yet her bountie doth inuite my pen That vertue which doth challenge praise with best And vrges my dull hand to write agen Which crownes her with more glory then the rest And makes her name and honor mount the higher With such great grace as makes the