Linguistic DNA - Concept Modelling Demonstrator

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	die_v	fear_v	life_n	8,855	5	5.0708	4	true

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A38409	Novembris monstrum, or, Rome brovght to bed in England with the whores miscarying / made long since for the anniversary solemnity on the fift[h] day of November, in a private colledge in Cambridge, by A.B.C.D.E. ; and now by conquering importunity made publique, for a small memoriall of England's great deliverance from the powder-treason, by E.M.A.D.O.C.	A. B. C. D. E.; E. M. A. D. O. C.	1641 (1641)	Wing E3; ESTC R36130	48,310	180

â—ur truth 's as deare to her we will defend â—he Faith's defender from all forraigne feare â—et us to her a love-ambassage send Goe Mercury said they to Albion's Throne Vnfold Heaven's secrets unto her alone 103 â—nd now dread Queene know thus much all was true â—hat fell from heaven in that prophetiek dreame â—hich grace unfolded in his sleepe to you â—he boyling fury of your foes did steeme Into a fog and all the heaven 's or'e spread But by Ioves brighter shine 't is scattered 104 â—he Gods have lent you as their choicest gemme â—om heavens rich cabanet to England s front â—hat you might shine within that Diadem â—nd quite blinde Envy as shee looks apon't Spain Sees covers fame would steale it thence That England's faith might loose her reverence 105 But at Ioves councell-table 't is decreed The world no longer shall this gemme retaine 'T was onely taken from the richer breed To show the world and put it up againe Iewells of richer prize are not long worne Virtues unto more crownes then one is borne 106 Kings have their change of robes Eliza shall Have change of crownes and royall Scepters to If earth won't suffer her to shine at all In her unborrowed brightnesse here below The Gods will place her as a fixed starre Shooting forth glory from a richer spheare 107 No blest Eliza Rome shan't circumvent With buried treason or coucht pollicie Thy Majesty or state at Parliament The Gods decree Eliza first shall dye They all are set in Parliament above Unto the upper honse thou must remove 108 At their late Synod thou wert chose to be With the ioynt sufrage of that royall house One of Ioves privy-councellers that he His royall secrets might to The disclose Heav'n hath prepar'd a crowne that thou maâ— reign Among the Gods to judge both Rome Spaâ—â— 109 â—his measur'd out the length of heaven's decree â—his was Ioves Aâ—iassye in full gommission â— humble pride ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ the Queene as shee â—eceiv'd the news ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ renew'd condition And straight shee s sick of love sick to enjoy Her chang her crown her all then dye for ioy 110 â—ut first before death did divorce her soule â—r heav'n espouse it to another bridegroome â—s peace did by the love-sick bed condole â—er dying Patron in the fainting Roome â— Eliza turning but her eye her eye Through which death looked out with maiesty 111 â—id there espy her ancient servant peace â—bout to dye for griefe as if she 'd faine â—oe with Eliza to the grave deâ—case â—liza dead and with her still remaine Shee saw her and then said I must leave thee Unto my kingdome as a legacy 112 â—ake from my fainting head this fading Crowne That I may lay mine honour in the dust â—hen from thy facred hand present renowne â—nto our dearest Iames whilst you intrust His honor'd temples with our Diadem And with thy presence still attend on him 113 With this Eliza ended For her soule As if it meant to goe along with peace Departed flying to the highesti Pole Translated to a crowne of â—liffe and case Death opened wide a gate of life to her That she through Death might scape both deaâ— fear 114 Have not you seene a palsie feare possesse The guilty Traitor as he dying stands In expectation of a Death that guesse Made over to him from the Iudges hands Feare making suite to death that standeth by Death bring a Pardon that he may not die 115 Iust thus when Rome and Spaine rid circvitejud Of lise and Death on Englands Soveraigne Both brib'd to falsehood by a festred grudge Shee sentenc'd was to dye but all in vaine Iove sends his privy seale the death and he Brings her a parden that shee may not dye 116 Shee dyes yet dyes not dying doth escape Thy tyranny which hov'ring o're did move Vpon death's borrowed wings to make a rape With fastned tallys on this virgin dove Iove takes Her from his Crowne that so her Crowâ— May not be tooke from her e're she go down 117 â—nd now Eliza's dead who did bequeath â—ir virtues as a royall shrine to Crowne â—uceeding Iames with a true noble wreath â—ommending peace to him as Guardion All shined in him with so full a blisse As if her soule had beene espous'd to his 118 â—nd these had bin her portion Can you tell What was full Regent in her royall breast Which was not in our Solomon as well Say what in her and that in him was best As if that nature kept her mol'd to fash Him after her in each proportion 119 â—nd so this Peere did reigne that had not shee â—rst swayd the Scepter with so full a grace Thad bin a sin to thinke that sex could be â—o Masculine to keepe him equall pâ—ce But Iove did disinherit all their Kin To make this woman and this Masculine 112 â—haebus can doe no more then call the day â—nd Phebe lesse shee can but guild the night â—or he can lend the night an helping ray â—or Shee put out to use a minut's light Night gives to day and day to night the way But these maintained still a constant day 121 As soone as blest Eliza did goe downe Iames rise with glory on our Hemi-spheare Thus Scepters yeeld to Scepters crowne to crowâ— In constancy is always constant here Kingdomes like Ianus have a double face They look on both sides with an equall grac 122 Have you not seene the ray enous Lyon run With roaring stomack for to seek a prey Snuffling the until'd forrest once begun With hunger-biting nose to finde the way Rending the aire now with a thundring throaâ— Then bounding o're the Hills bequeath's a noâ— 123 Of terror to the trembling vallie by Where innocency shroud's it selfe for feare Among the little lambs that there doe lye And frightned often doe their food forbeare Then when in hot pur suite sh' hath lost the da Shee follows night more eager for a prey 124 Thus thus the Lyon of the infernall tribe Out run Eliza's dayes in hot careere Thinking his ya wning stomack thus to bribe By making her a prey and faine would tare Her selfe and throane in sunder till they be Made Morsells for his whelpish pedegree 125 â—nd then once loosing his desired prey â—is cheated stomack barks with hotter rage â—ow nothing will goe downe but Majesty â—e rounds the Iland to renew his age With some well married prey at length he saw Another game provided for his paw 126 â—he buá¹™ied Embers of that ash-heapt treason Which lay like quenched coales in sawdust hid â—ome rakes up with the hand of blinded reason â—nd blows them with false zeale untill they breed With hatching heate a treason which may be A plot-forme unto all coÌ„nspiracy 127 What though proud England lately lost her head The crowne hath luster still the right hand 's gone But where 's the Scepter though Eliza's dead But Iames is from her Phaenix-ashes sprung Starrs rise fall the clouds are

low and high Princes decease but kingdomes never dye 128 The crowne is placed on a sager Head Shining in golden Fleece From thence will spring More rays of wisdom deep fetcht councel's breed And nimble pollicy where reignes a King A stronger arme the Scepter now doth sway A woman 's but a warrier for a day 129 Yet stout Eliza like a Gyant rose And with an heart hoopt in with valour stooâ— At Tillburie our forces to appose And scattered like the wind th' Armade wood But now we meet both strength wisedomâ— dooâ— Pollicy may but both must overcome 130 If once their Queene was such a whip to Spain tam Their King will be a Scorpion was shee Rom's feare hee 'l make Hell shake and Pluto Strength must not guide the sterne but Pollicy Close wrapt in treasons must sit there if wâ— Or hope to get or get the victory 131 And now that treason which did seeme to sleep And slept Eliza sleeping they awake The Goaler-Iesuite which her did keepe Close Prisoner in his dungeon now must take The fetters from her let her loose that shee May range about and sit on Majesty 132 Thus have I seen foul guilt and sad despaire Making the Malefactor guilty cry And after they condemned Him to feare Forced the Iudge to sentence him to dye And yet at length hath sue'd his pardon too Which graunted he more villanous doth groâ— 133 What though the treason slept the Traitors still â—ept scouting eyes watchfull heads from fleep â—asting so long from villany they will â—reake up their Lent a cruell Easter keepe And murther innocency that they may Really cellebrate that Holy-day 134 When slight and strength doe in a Duell fight â—rength seemes the conquerer flight feares that day â—o takes her heeles with a Parthian flight â—ee kills her foe by running thus away So have I seen a Ram retreate that he With stronger hornes may butt his enemie 135 â—he aged hoary Winter now had seen â—ummer thrice wrapped in her winding sheetes â—hree races Phaebus with his steedes did winne â—ut running the fierce Lion at three sweats That he was faine to get the crab to pace His horses back as he came from the race 136 â—nd all this while hid treason buried lay â—nd never knew a resurrection â—t length Rome thinkes to call a judgement day â—nd summon Iames to know his censur'd doome A Spanish twigg shall strike the Poppys head The royall seed be sowen in Romish bed 137 The Heroick top-bow of that noble stemme Shall wither at the root the branches fall The twiggs stript off shall grafted be on them That grow in Rome till fruit sprout forth like gâ— Fed from the sop that fats the Ieslâ—ite Forgetting all the former nurture quite 138 They 'l reigne o're them that reigne or not at aâ— They 'l have more crown's then one or els have noâ— Le ts tripling trees for them or rise or fall They 'l aime at Cedars or let all alone They weigh not London's mace that pretty staff They 'l write at once all Englands Epitaph 139 At length the Gates of Darknesse open wide Through which Hell's Ministers doe sally out Though night-shades sainted Devills very priâ— Those putrid poasts with false zeale gilt about With them their arch-ringleeder Iesuite Who vows allegeance to the Prince of migh â—40 He like his predicessor Iudas well Comes compas't round with his riffe-rafâ—e rout The excrement of earth the scumme of Hell Who er'e hath brawny hands hearts steel'd aboâ— For rapes for murthers and new cruelty Are his assistants in this villany 1â—1 â—n Euglish seed which with rebellious lungs â—pit venome in their mothers face and then â—un o're to Rome their bound heart tongues â—o serve Aprentiship sent o're againe At home they toyle in journey worke for Spaine â—'entrap both mother and her Soveraigne 142 â—his done He calls them round about t' unclose His sealed heart But first he makes them sweare That none shall prove a comment to their foes On this obscurer text That all should feare Th' unmanlike forfet of fidelity If they intend to feed on Majestie 143 Before he doth unlock his mind hee 'l first â—ast bolt it too aud barre it with an oath â—reason's companions are guilt Feare mistrust â— telling it to tell it he is loath And yet hee 'l tell it blabbing guilt alone â—irst feares himselfe then her companion 144 â—e brings the booke of life that they may seale â—eaths warrant with it they straight with a kisse â—o close both heart and lipps that neither tell â—he secreacy that now deliver'd is Thus making Heav'n subscribe to Hell in sinne And seale the bond that they are all bound in 145 After wiâ—h sacrilegious hands he steels The Priests blood wine and gives the Laitye They kisse the cup and with a kisse each seales His closest heart to keep this secrecy Thus life to Death just transubstantiating Whil'st they in one cup life and death suck iâ— 146 And now they stand prest vassells at the nod Of Pluto to exact what e're he will He must serve Hell that will not serve his God One servant cannot have two masters still Their Captaine Iesuite conducts the way They lead by that false fire goe astray 147 Thus thus those Hell combined Feinds doe mee To satisfie blood thirsty appetite They march like threatning Comets through â— Which once appearing to th' amazed fight Presage some bloody deluge or the Fate Of Majestie or overthrow of state 148. At length their greedy feet o'retake the place Revenge doth seldome creep but poasts awa That place where treason stood to end the race And did for them in expectation stay With death presaging engines that did show Their foes had not a guard for such a bloâ— 149 â—th English Troy-novant they pitcht the treason That royall seate which beares the mother name England's Pernassus where diviner reason Hath built her Throne and honour rais'd her fame The City which this day hath Europe set Above her sisters in full glory dight 150 â—hat which commands the Indys France Spain â—tripping them all of all their choicest treasures â—f wine and Spices of the golden chaine â—nd yet to all the world her bounty measures Feeding the hungry with a belly full The naked cloathing with her nappy wooâ— 151 â—l countrys worship Her strive and which shall â—esent her with the richest offering â—rabia comes with her perfumed ball â—nd gives it her as to the fairest Queene Hydaspes flatters her with Odours too Striving Arabia's sweetnesse to outgoe 152 â—aine drinks to her and then send o're the cup â—at she may pledge her in the selfe same grape â—e Parthians richer Diadems put up â—d come to her with a rich laden lap Virgeinia sends Her that diviner weed Which had Iove tasted he would begge the seede 153 Her streets no streeâ—s but pleasant gardens are Where little Hyacinth that lovely boy Sports up and downe with young Narcissus faire Tell

in royall blood Array'd in spotted Furres richer then can Be dapple dyed in Assyrian flood Glittering in brisker gemms then e're was set On best of Parthian King or Coronet 180 With him the Iudges all in cloath of goare To Embleme that they sit on guilty blood Vnbrib'd Astraea beares the sword before They must not strike till justice thinke it good And draw the sword She guides both blade and hand Iudges condemne but 't is at her command 181 â—ll these with full united glory meet â—ike tapers mingled lights which stronger shineâ— â—he trumpets Eccho triumphs to the street â—s they ride on with majesty divine The thronged commons twist their votes 'i th reare Teaching the birds to sing an Ave there 182 â—hey're ready now to mount that judgement hall â—here Iustice sword stands bare her ballance even â—ce shink her head Impudence looks pale â—aring Astraea is come downe from Heaven â—here stands Romes whipping post the Iefuite â—lucks in his horns thinkes of couching slight 183 â—ow prayers Elysinm seale with winged flight â—natius cannot rest within his grave â—ey howle such votes to that grand Iesuite â—ith prayers both whipt and stript his aide they crave At length the Devill doth a plot infuse And they sing Hymnes unto Igâ—â—atius 184 â—nder that stately house sly cellars creepe â—o adders under fairer flowe â—s shâ—ou'd â—ere Bacchus doth in drovâ—sie hogsheads sleep â—enus there his bottel-nose doth crow'd Night spreads her sable wings in dismall fort Over the vault and keeps continuall court 183 Pluto that treason-Patron from deepe Hell Seing the Caverne with convenience set So nigh his confines and so apt a cell To further their designe he doth them greet With larger summes from his owne treasury To Stock the treason and the cellar buy 184 Then summons all pon paine of Hel's displea suâ— To midnight silence whilst with equall dole He doth his royall charge to each deliver Which did from him like louder thunder role They shiver all in cold amazement while They heare the thing and yet they do it toyle 185 T is thus Heroick soules our royall breed Borne for no meane disignes let crackling bays Whize out their slender fame who onely bleed In an Armado that 's not worth our praise Wee 'l build our Trophys on a Kingdom 's ruiâ— Or wee 'l have none The iron 's hot be doinâ— 186 T is red for striking Opportunity Iust now hangs out her bush catch hold on tha Or else occasion 's gone sh'ath wings to flye If once the Synod rise Time shows his pate Then fasten on his lock and make him stay To see and Chronicle November's day 187 Iust when that furnish't fabrick shall begin To swell with Pride because in her the flower Of drest nobility is compast in When Majestie sits under her spread bower Shining like Phebe in the azur plaine Amids bespangled Uesper's glittering traine 188 When every state is plact beginne your play Strait draw the curtaine from the Tragick sâ—eane Let hell appeare in her owne shape that day And let destruction sally forth unseene When th' King with sugred speech is charming alâ— Send him a plaud it from th' infernall Hall 189 Then bullet up from that munition'd cell Thy splintred barres broken rocks to teare The prouder walles in sunder let all feele What sands the bankes of Acharon doe beare Blow up the bottoms of their towers to heav'n Levell their prouder top with Tellus even 190 Each haves his charge all like the baite so well They chew upon it with a full delight Thrice watery stomachs long untill they fill Themselves with Majestie they long for might Hope claps them on the back cheeres them so They feare not care not what they undergoe 191 Have not you seene how aged summer casts His shedding haire by handfulls from her head Her leaves tost up and downe by Autumn's blasts Fall in full shoales till earth be covered Iust so in swarmes Hell's Harbingers doe fly Sent to take up this shop of cruelty 192 And now as soone as night gave day the fall They creepe into that caverne vaulted deepe But yet not nigh enough to Pluto's Hall Where they they their engines munition keepe They must delve deeper yet 't is their intent To borrow Vulcan's forging tenement 193 With spades and mattock forces they goe down Like Hannabal they 'l finde or make away They then besiege earth's closed dungeon And carve out trenches in the mangled clay Break through resisting rocks teare up the ground The rivers trembling back at th' noyse resound 194 With beamy-yron-rowes they sticke the heart Of Mother earth that neigbouring Thamis grew Sill to have shaking fits as day did part The earth so quak't with a quotidian ague They dig'd so farre Pluto was faine to â—â—nd Fearing an undermine to bid them end 197 â—nd now they are within Hell's liberties â—rrived close at black Cocytus layes â—hey heare strong neighings which do mock the skys â—hundring from steeds that on Cocytus gaze They like the Omen and petitiones make That they that harnest teeme from Hell may take 196 â—ell grants commission that they may unteather â—he Stygian brood and knock their fetters off â—he coale-blacke double brace come up together â—urvetting over Aetna's hilly roofe All hooft with thunder prancing as they came They make each flint with lightning flashes flame 197 Aethon throwes mist into the thickned ayre â—om furnace-lungs breathing forth Sulphure fogs â—icteus with bushy taile doth sweepe it cleare â—ill it all lyes on earth in scummy bogges Orphaeus staring eyes with fire glow And in the ayre like kindled Meteors show 198 â—lastor like swift Pegasus doth flee â—is wings deepe dipped in the Stygian booke â—oe drop downe clouds of darkenesse which doe â—he I le in sable black makes her looke As if sh 'ad bought her mourning which she went dye To hang on England's funerall monument 199 Treason 's wide warehouse now prepar'd they yoaâ— This blackbread broode unto Hells midnight â—aâ— Whose axletree well loaded 'gins to croake Like death's Ambassadour as Ravens jarre In untun'd harmony and croaking tole A passing bell for some departing soule 100 Full stuff't out barrells presse the groaning wain Whose rising wombs and empty nerves are fill ' With black blue Peter that â—nkindled gaine Which is through Stygian salted sand distill'd A little seede scattered on Erebus And there to dryer mould was parched thuâ— 201 The fiery horses draw this loade of sinne With staring maines and racked joynts so long Till foaming sweat doth dapple their black skin And quite weare out the carmans whipping thonâ— At length th'unload the wain that they may loaâ— Bacchus whil's they with these his barrels crouâ— 202 Thus adding fire to that tinder-fuell They strive to lick up with this dryer dust That oylie liquor faine would make a duell Whilst these at those wel marshall'd barrels thruâ— But straight conclude their private quarrell so That they joyne forces ' ganst a

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