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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	die_v	good_a	life_n	16,696	5	4.8534	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43356	The Caledonian forrest by Iohn Hepwith.	Hepwith, John.	1641 (1641)	Wing H1486; ESTC R10576	15,315	29

Then let us all be to the Earth confin'd In hills or woods we shall some harbours find The Nymphs shall entertaine us in some grove And old Silvanus shall be then our Jove Such pastimes wee shall meet withall below As all the skies the like did never show Then come along Astrea with thy traine All faith and pitty hence ye shall againe To earth perforce dispatch and come away O Victory Iuno make no delay Let Iove make merry with his Nonacrine His pretty Ganymed and Hebe fine The Goddesses thus ready to depart Iove suddenly did from his throne up start And by the sleeve disdainfull Iuno snacht But Vulcan as he would have Pallas catcht The angry Dame so rough a knock him wrought That unto him she mickle sorrow brought With the but-end of her launce that the lout Saw plainely then the world turnd round about But while the God with lowly blandishment To pacifie the Goddesses was bent Vulcan brings in a Flaggon and a Cup With lusty Nectar to the brim fild up To Iuno he a bowle gives she to Iove In wine remembers all respect and love He pledg'd her and to Pallas dranck another She drinkes to Mars and Mars to Cupids mother Thus like the Sheares full bowles went round apace And Phoebus did their mirth with Musick grace While to his Harpe the Muses did apply Their voyces with a heavenly Symphonie So long they quaff'd such was the liquors strength That soone a sleepe they cought downe all at length But now I come back leaving them at rest Vnto the Matter whence I have digrest Now are the Lions ships met altogether And under sayle to goe the Lord knowes whether But first I should recount as it is meet Who were commanders in this goodly fleet Then Oh the thrice three Nymphes that dwell upon Parnassus greene and shades of Helicon Assist me with your skill whilst I rehearse Names of those doughty wights whom courage fearce And thirst of Reputation led as far As the Herculian pillars to make war The Hart was in respect of office tide As many say this enterprise to guide But loath the Lion was to condescend To trust unconstant Neptune with his friend For it had rashnesse argu'd to have let So faire a Gemme at six and seaven be set Yet some affirme that he to Sea had gone Had not the Silver Nymphes made such moane That altogether to the Lion came Beseeching him to keepe the Hart at home For to say truth greene coole and shady bowers Soft Grassie bancks and beds of fragrant flowers The remisse nature of the beast did please Better then hard ribb'd Ships and troubled Seas But in his roome the Mule went sole Commander A well experienc'd Knight an ancient stander He for so great a charge was thought most fit For practice long had season'd well his wit There went the Horse for brave atchievements bred Whom false Hiennas foule adulterous bed Had nigh well slaine of yore the Bull the Beare The Mastiffe and the greedy Hound were there But so was not the Boare who had chang'd knocks Not long before with the Iberian Fox And dy'd soone after and with him deceas'd As many feare the fortune of the beast Like those adventurous Gentlemen of Greece To Colchos sayling for the goulden Fleece Or like those fifty Knights sworne to destroy For wanton Helens rape unhappy Troy So did these Gallants glide in Neptunes brest With passing pride till all heads were possest With expectation of great deeds of worth Even so the Mountaines traveld and brought forth A Mouse they went for gold but sure I am They brought nought home worth speaking of but shame Fortune miscarried their attempts they said For had she lent them her auspicious aid Good service had beene done but whosoere Was to be blam'd the Mule the burthen bare And through extream despaire desir'd to dye Lamenting his unhappy destiny To quench his thirst of death himselfe he cast Into the maine where he had drunk his last If Thetis in a pittifull regard The life of the poore miser had not spar'd She softly entertaines him in her wave And while he strives to make the Sea his grave His featur 's chang'd and he 's with feathers clad And turn'd into a foule yet still he had The selfe same minde and full of anger still Because he must live sore against his will Into the aire on high he mounted oft And on the waves himselfe throwes from aloft His feathers eas'd his fall full oft he dives Into the maine to dye in vaine he strives Care and displeasure makes him leane and bare His neck and bill still long and slender are So are his legs in Sea he lives alway This Foule is call'd a Gull as Seamen say Much damage and more infamy lights on The stout inhabitants of Calidon For this inglorious voyage and that wood Which erst a terror to each Forrest stood Was now no better then a Hens neast thought Unto so low an ebbe the beasts were brought They much perplext did to the Temple flye Imploring aide and pitty from the skie They crave a medicine for their maladies And long to finde out where the humour lyes That breeds their troubles they conclude at last A sacred Messenger to send in haste To Delphos by Apollos Temple grac'd Which in the middle of the Earth was plac'd The Elephant was thought to be most fit To take this charge for gravity and wit He to the Temple comes and humbly fals Before the Altar of the God and cals For his auspicious lot with minde and voice Then suddenly was heard a hideous noise Of the approaching God the Priest doth crie Be all prophane farre off the God is nigh Then with deepe terror was the Pilgrim strooke The place the Lawrell and the Altar shook The Quiver of the God likewise did shake And from the Vault a hollow voice thus spake When the humour which is bred i th' heart shall cease to annoy the head When Justice shall not be controld By greatnesse nor be bought nor sold When smooth'd vice shall be cast downe And honour be faire Merits crowne When gleaning Patrons shall desist To aske an offring of the Priest When crafty Foxes shall not pluck The silly Goose and foolish Duck When greedy Wolves shall cease to cramb Their guts with blood of tender Lambe Then shall your Forrest finde reliefe And be preserv'd from feare of griefe The Elephant returnes while all expect And are assembled to heare the effect Of his Embassage and he doth report The answer of the God in open Court The Lion and the Hart the Wolfe the Beare The Bull the Buffle and the Elke were there The noble Unicorne was not in place For he offended had the Lions grace And in his white Rock was imprisoned Because the young Monoceros he did wed The Princely Leopard borne of high stem And was indeed fit to be linck'd with them But sore displeasure did the Lion fill Because the Lovers