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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
A77559	A congratulatory poem, on the miraculous, and glorious return of that unparallel'd King Charls the II. May 29. 1660. By Alex. Brome.	Brome, Alexander, 1620-1666.	1660 (1660)	Wing B4849; Thomason E1027_4; ESTC R208845	6,809	21

banishment from dangers and from want From all those mischiefs that depend upon 't You 'r truly welcome welcome to your throne Your Crowns and Scepters and what ere 's your own Nay to what 's ours too for we finde it true Our wealth is gotten and preserv'd by you Welcome t' your Subjects hearts who long did burn With strong desires to see your bless'd return Welcome t' your friends welcome to your wisest foes Whose bought Experience tells them now that those Riches they 've got by plunder fraud and force Doe not increase but make their fortunes worse Like Robbers spoyls just as they come they goe And leave the Robbers poor and wicked too They see their error now and do begin Could they but hope youl 'd pardon their Huge sin To think you th' only means and th' only man That will restore our liberties and can Since you 're come out o' th fire twelve years refin'd With hard'ned body and Experienc'd minde Only that crew of Caitiffs who have been So long so deeply plung'd in so great sin That they despair of pardon and believe You can't have so much mercy to forgive As they had villanie t' offend and sin And therefore to get out get further in These never were and never will be true Unto your loyal Subjects or to you The scum and scorn of every sort of men That for abilities Could scarce tell ten And of estates proportion'd to their parts Of mean enjoyments and of worse deserts Whom want made bold and impudence supply'd Those gifts which art and nature had deny'd And in their practice perfect Atheists too For half-wit and half-learning makes men so These first contriv'd and then promoted all Those troubles which upon your Realm did fall Inflam'd three populous Nations that they might Get better opportunity and light To steal and plunder and our goods might have By robbing those whom they pretend to save Our new commotions new employments made And what was our affliction grew their trade And when they saw the plots th' had laid did take Then they turn'd Gamsters and put in their stake Ventured their All their Credit which was small And next their Conscience which was none at all Put on all forms and all Religions own And all alike for they were all of none A thousand of them han't one Christian soul No oathes oblige them and no Laws controul Their strong desires but paenal ones and those Make them not innocent but cautelous Crimes that are scandalous and yield no gain Revenge or pleasure they perhaps refrain But where a crime was gainfull to commit Or pleas'd their luct or malice how they bit This did invade the Pulpit and the Throne And made them both and all that 's ours their own Depos'd the Ministers and Magistrates And in a godly way seiz'd their estates Then did the Gentry follow and the Rich Those neutral sinners by omission which Had good estates for 't was a lesser sin To plunder than t' have ought worth Plundring And by religious forms and shews and paints They 're call'd the Godly party and the Saints And as those men that live ill lives desire To die good deaths so these vile men aspire To be reputed honest and did stile Themselves so but they were meer Cheats the while Yet by their artless Oratory they Vent'ring to make Orations preach and pray Drew in too many silly souls that were Caught with vain shewes drawn on by hope and fear Poor undiscerning all believing Elves Fit but to be the ruin of themselves Born to be cozen'd trod on and abus'd Lov'd to be fool'd and easily seduc'd These beasts they make with courage fight and dy Like Andabates not knowing how nor why Till they destroy'd King Kingdome Church Laws And sacrific'd all to that word The Cause While those possesse the fruit of all the toiles Of these blind slaves and flourish with their spoils Plum'd with gay feathers stoln like Aesops crow They seem gay birds but it was only show Now publique lands and private too they share Among themselves whose mawes did never spare Ought they could grasp to get the Royal lands They in Blood royal bath'd their rav'nous hands With which they shortly pamper'd grew and rich Then was their blood infected with the itch Of Pomp and Power and now they must be Squires And Knights and Lords to please their wives desires And Madam them A broken tradesman now Peic'd with Church-lands makes all the vulgar bow Unto his honour and their Bonets vail To 's worship that sold Peticoates or Ale In pomp attire and everything they did Look like true Gentry but the Soul and Head By which they were discern'd for they were rude With harsh and ill-bred natures still endu'd Proud and penurious What Nobility Sprung in an instant from all trades had wee Such t'other things crept into t'other House Whose Sires heel'd stockings and whose Dams sold sowse There 's Lord Protectors but of such a Crew As people Newgate not good men and true There were Lord Keepers but of Cowes and Swine Lord Coblers and Lord Drawers not of wine Fine Cockney-pageant Lords and Lords Gee-hoo Lords Butchers and Lords Butlers Dray-Lords too And to transact with these was hatch'd a brood Of Justices and Squires nor great nor good Rays'd out of plunder and of sequestration Like Frogs of Nilus from an inundation A foundred Warrier when the wars did cease As nat'rally turn'd Justice of the Peace And did with boldness th' office undertake As a blinde Coach-horse does a Stalion make These fill'd all Countries and in every Town Dwelt one or more to tread your Subjects down And to compleat this Stratagem of theirs They use Auxiliary Lecturers Illiterate Dolts pickt out of every Trade Of the same metal as Jeroboams made That ne'r took Orders nor e're any keep But boldly into others Pulpits creep And vent their Heresies and there inspire The vulgar with Sedition who desire Still to be cheated and do love to be Mis-led by th' ears by couzning Sophistrie These sold Divinity as Witches doe In Lapland Windes to drive where e're you go The Sword no action did so dire and fell But that some Pulpiteers pronounc'd it Well With these ingredients were the Countries all Poyson'd and fool'd and aw'd while they did call Themselves the Cities or the Counties and Did in their names what they ne'r understand Or hear of These did that old Drie-bone call Up to the Throne if he were call'd at all And vow'd to live and dye with him and then Address'd to Dick and vow'd the same agen And so to Rump but these vowes were no more Than what they vow'd to Essex long before And so perform'd they dyed alike with all Yet liv'd on unconcerned in their fall So as these Corks might swim at top they n'ere Care what the liquor is that them did bear These taught the easie people prone to fin And ready to imbibe ill customs in To betray trusts