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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	die_v	flesh_n	live_v	4,655	5	5.5646	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16802	The vncasing of Machauils instructions to his sonne with the ansvvere to the same.	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?; Machiavelli, Niccolò, 1469-1527, attributed name.	1615 (1615)	STC 3704.7; ESTC S120558	26,868	58

fall When parents counsell is thus reiected And their hourely care so much neglected Salomon saies smile not on thy daughter Least thou repent it euer after Then to sonnes and daughters let care be such That thou and they in vertue may be rich Seeme not to laugh at any vnseemly iest A meane in all in all is euer best And for thy seruants let no Belly swell A baudie house is but an earthly hell Keepe not an eye seruant within thy doore Which will but seeke to vexe thee euermore And scoffingly answere with taunting words A beastly tricke is all a Iade affords If that thou find'st a tell tale in thine house Be watching still as a Cat for a Mouse Such seruants can neuer be true nor iust Who backbites in secret such neuer trust Much discord by such is bred oft times When most themselues deserueth greatest crimes Be not familiar with seruants in any case But let them with dutie respect their place Giue but an inch they 'll quickly take an ell A wise tale to a foole t is vaine to tell In Law and Phisicke haue a conscience In making gaine of thy experience Least that thy Clients crie and Patients death Doe make thee crie out in the hell beneath Where grieuous horrors shall still affright thee Let vertues loue euermore delight thee Which is a gaine sufficient for thy store A perfect ioy delightfull euermore By wicked plots doe not proule for pelfe Let thy soules care be neerest to thy selfe So shall all thy waies prosper and be free From thraldome want and great necessitie No woe shall once approch where vertue shines What needes thou care though vicious men repines Their blasts as bubbles soone doth passe away Themselues in little time comes to decay If thou be rich abandon wicked pride And doe not on the horse of Enuie ride Least he carry thee with an easie way Vnto thy ouerthrow and great decay Seeke not the well-deseruing to disgrace Nor put the vertuous spirit out of place And sooth no humors in an euill minde For poisned breath is of a poisned kinde And though to hurt a few to hurt a manie Be good yet better not the hurt of any What bootes small gaines when greater losse doth fall By such measure seeke not to get at all Be patient and wise in extremity Thou mai'st the sooner come to prosperitie As gentle dewes kindly cause flowers to spring Patience gaines content though misery be long Let truth in euery thing be thy companion And vice ore thee shall neuer get dominion Thou hast a bulwarke that defends thee And a trustie friend that treasure lends thee If that thy friend doe trust thee with his loue Vnto his trust doe not a Traitor proue Least he that seeth thy ill gotten treasure Do pay thee home with an euill meaten measure Though thy gaines be small and trauell great Thou art certaine to come to iudgement seat To receiue a guerdon due to thy deeds A blessed food that blessed creatures feeds Neuer wanting but still possest with store Which makes thee rich though seeming ne're so poore Be faithfull to thy Wife firme to thy friend And constant in Religion to the end Doe not humor euery Sect for priuate gaine It is a greiuous sinne a greeuous paine Against the holy Ghost a sinfull deed Then vse it not what euer be thy need Religion is sacred pure diuine It is a heauenly map a heauenly signe It is that burning lampe that shines so bright Being with truth receiued a true delight Seeke not thou to depraue religious truth Least thou increase thy paine and endlesse ruth For chiefest learning thereon is grounded And all errors from thence quite confounded Be rich and wise in this good wit my boy That death nor hell nor Diuell can destroy Let thy chiefest pleasure be to seeke that gaine That afterwards may neuer turne to paine Who so but for the present time doth care Oft times is inforst to be poore and beare And when those present pleasures past and gone As much the nere if he had ne're seene none Then Time to accompt doth call that folly Checking him for all those deeds vnholy How he his time so loosely spent in vaine Which being spent can ne're be had againe Then with ifts and ands he begins to say Had I knowne this fore time had past away I had preuented that which now I finde But time is past and thou tookst hold behinde Where nought remaines but a scull death portraiture As Time doth passe it is of all most sure To spend this precious time it is a woe Without regarding how the houres do goe When time makes full the houres of times accompt Asking how much the totall doth amount Then all ill times by time vntimely spent Shall by that time haue time then to repent But all too late sith time was once refus'd And time so deerely lost so much abus'd The date is out 't is true the Clocke hath strooke Time kindly offered all when all forsooke This gem of worth most pretious is to youth But their selfe-wils hates knowledge of the truth Which should bring their tender age vnto blisse The right way to that perfect happinesse Which would shew then how they should spend the day With due respect how to spend the time away Not by idlenesse or foolish fansies Subiect to many vicious mischances Which luls their age with pleasure fast asleepe Such pleasures they were better loose then keepe Tell thou the Clocke as houres doth passe away And thinke how time doth turne all flesh to clay Serue God thy King be to thy countrie true Liue till thou diest then bid the world adue But liue in that sort that thou diest with fame That after death men giue thee a good name Which as Cronicles may last for euer In liuing thus thy life endeth neuer Ifto thy King thou prouest vntrue vniust Who will afterwards giue thee any trust Then to thy Prince giue due obedience And to thy betters seemly reuerence So shall thy fame on earth be had in store And heauenly blessings giuen thee euermore Ifto Countrie thou hast a tretchers heart Thy words are worse then a deepe venom'd dart Swine eates the flowers then nusles vp the roote And none but beastly mindes will surely doo 't Or offer to spoile that by which they 'r bred Or betray the Country in which they 'r bred How manifest it is of such mens liues How their courses euermore basely thriues Some themselues vntimely death doth bring Others in griefe of conscience still mourning Some wandring heere some there in wofull griefe Others pining in streetes and wants releife Some starke mad doth run quite distract of all Others in vaine for comfort out doth call Some in forraine Countries desires a place But gnawing conscience brings them to disgrace Some with audacious face doth faine excuse But God cries vengeance gainst so vilde abuse Some to Magistrates will sue for fauour But poysned hearts

it is his best If that thy wife be old thy Daughters yong And faire of face and of a fluent tongue If by her sutors siluer may be had Beare with small faults the good will help the bad Be not too seuere time may mend their faults He is a foole before a cripple haults Or he that findes a fault where gaine comes in T is pittie but his cheekes should e're looke thin What though thou know'st that vice do gaine it all Will vertue helpe when thou begin'st to fall This is no world for vertuous men to thriue T is worke enough to keepe thy selfe aliue Let Wife and Daughters loue to make thee wealthie Thou know'st that gold will seeke to make thee healthie If thy Maid-seruants be kinde hearted wenches And closely make kinde bargins on the benches Let them haue libertie loue and pleasure All these are helpes to bring in thy treasure Let them laugh and be merrie it yeelds content Theil'e humor all till all their coyne is spent If by their pleasures may thy profit grow Winke at a wanton who hath not been so Make loue to twentie wenches in one day But let no poore lasse leade thy heart away For that 's in vaine thy labour then is lost Such idle loue can neuer quit thy cost It brings a charge and sends a heauie clog And makes thy life as seruile as a dog From house to house thou shalt be haunted then And cleane exempt from the Loue of men A plague that 's worse shee 's iealous euer-more This is the true course of a loue that 's poore Or if by chance her Husband wealth doth gaine Shee straight growes proude which is a beastly vaine Thus wealth and ease cannot with such agree Then let them passe my Sonne be rul'de by me But where thou find'st good store of land or gold There lay closely to purchase a free-hold Clap her a boord and brauely hoise vp saile Shoot her in the poop Duck haue at thy taile The prize is thine owne thou hast got it faire Thou must be briefe then in getting an heire And be not squemish at a nice conceipt That may perswade thee from a pleasing baite Stand not like a Woodcocke sneking in the cold But set it out with a grace and be bold To make thy selfe simple with shew of want Or that thy meanes at all grow verie scant Godnight Nichole thy friends will be packing Or by vilde disgrace thy credit racking These are the pleasures of a poore estate Be rich then if thou can'st possibly hate Keep good clothes on thy backe and neately weare them What want soeuer comes do not pawne them For once being gotten in the Deuils iawes He will surely keepe them in with his pawes If thy Apparell be something clenly Though in thy purse thou hast neu'r a penny Men may in some measure yet esteeme thee And a farther grace happily giue thee Doe not seeme base though penilesse thou art But looke about of whom to get a part Then make much of that and keepe it closely Seeke for treasure and keep it wisely Get all contentment that the world can giue For after death who knoweth how we liue Strange things are spoken and beleeue the best And leaue the worst I leaue thee to the rest Stumble not at a straw nor leape o're a block Leaue not things at randome keep all vnder lock Things may be missing but when t is gone It is a common speech that they saw none Be finding still but let thy losse be small Yet haue respect vnto thy selfe with all Be not among'st Theeues but when thou find'st them sharing Nor with a miserable wretch that 's sparing Come not neere a Brothell house for letchery Those damned Queanes are full of trecherie Part not a fray except thou find'st great reason Go not ill sh●d in a winter season Be not to forwards to go in the raine Except it be for profit or thy gaine When sicknesse comes few friends are euer found Looke to thy selfe that thou be whole and sound And be not carelesse which way thou dost walke Nor care too much with idle braines to talke Come not within the verdict of a Iury Nor yet neere a Tyrant in his fury Giue faire words to the watch the 'il let thee passe Giue the Constable thankes thinke him an Asse Promise mony when thou passest through the Gate But on my blessing neuer let him h'ate Beare with a Tapster though his cans be frothie But raile on a Broker whose clothes are mothie Carmen and Porters are approued And most Watermen are very dogged Yet giue them faire words if thou canst gaine them Else bid Deri say Lord haue mercy on them What though thy Horse by the Hostler is nipt It is a true Hostler that hath not so been tript But to make him amends run in his score If thou pai'st him I le counsell thee no more Bailiffes and Seriants keepe without their reach And without the verge of a priuie search Auoide warrants they are dangerous things Looke to thy profit that some comfort brings Plot for a pudding or peece of souce The slie Cat would not watch but for the Mouse The Fox would neuer hunt but for his prey And work-men but for gaine would play all day It is this wealth this profit and this gaine That makes the Labourer sing away his paine It makes Widowes forget their Husbands lately dead It is the cause they so soone againe doe wed If thou wo'st a Widow in time begin Or else thy woing is not worth a pin If thou be slow to speake as one I knew Thou would'st assure thy selfe my counsels true He to late finding her vpon her knees In Church where yet her Husbands coorse she sees Hearing the Sermon at his funerall Longing to behold his buriall This Sutor being toucht with inward loue Approched neere his louely sute to moue Then stooping downe he whispered in her eare Saying he bore her loue as might appeare In that so soone he shewed his loue vnto her Before any else did approach to woe her A lasse saith she your labour is in vaine Last night a Husband I did entertaine Yet your kinde offer I take in good part And had entertain'd you with all my heart If you had come in any time vnto me But he at my Husbands death did woe me Then speake in time if profit comes thereby Or else many dangers therein may lie If thou be rich and hat'st anothers pride That he may go on foot while thou do'st ride Finde meanes to feed his swelling humor so That high conceit may aboue compasse go Till Fortunes frownes his folly so doth checke That Male-content may after breake his necke Then lay in for his Lands his goods and place But still be sure to keepe thy selfe in grace There are many rubs twixt thee and the Iacke Therefore throw home thy cast and be not slacke Yet out-throw it not least thou loose the cast So Standers by will