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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	die_v	sin_n	sinner_n	8,033	5	8.1661	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B21446	A counter-blast to the Phanaticks, those prodigious catter-pillers, hatcht by the Jesuits, whose father is the devil, and god-father the pope. On their last insurrection against the life of his most sacred Majesty, Charles the second, King of Great Britaine, France and Ireland, defender of the faith, &c.	Duncombe, Giles.	1660 (1660)	Wing D2599aA; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.112.h.4[29]; ESTC R225712	1,437	2

A COUNTER-BLAST TO THE PHANATICKS Those Prodigious Catter-pillers Hatcht by the Jesuits whose Father is the DEVIL and God-Father the POPE On their last Insurrection against the Life of his most Sacred MAJESTY CHARLES the Second KING of Great Britaine France and Ireland Defender of the Faith c. HOw the Phanaticks sway they stab the King Dam'nd fools could they imagine such a thing Then Sprats shall conquer Whales the guilty Owle The Eagles and the Mice shall Lyons rule Courage my friends Phanticks like Venus mole Doe add a lustre to a Loyal soule Like Wisps which scoure better Vessels They Doe brush our sinns and then are cast away They are but sauce to sweeter meat by their Vices more pleasing our Virtues are Spawned by Belzebub brought up from Hell In Christ his Name Christianity to Quell King Jesus they are for so th' damned Crew That Murther'd him was for King Jesus too Fond Bedlams what could they think that Heaven Would taint the world with Phanatick leaven That Christ would be Crown'd King and Soveraigne by 'th' wicked silly base Phanatick Traine Are these St. John's to cry make straight the way And in the mean time Murther Kill and Slay Think they that God his servant Charles would save From Tyrant Oliver's and grander Rebels grave To give him up to such poor Mirmydons as these Whose very looks would breed a new Disease Away vile brood of Hereticks go tell Your master Jesuits those Imps of Hell That force of * Gun-powder treason Gun-powder could not destroy Nor hurt the sacred line of Charles le Roy Much lesse such Schismaticks as you whose race Is unto Dunn and Tyburne a disgrace But why should I blurr paper with such blots Of impudence the Kingdoms pest and spots Dreggs of the baser sort whose only fame Is to act wickednesse in God's good Name My Muse abjure such Dunghill birds as they And leave them to infernal Hawkes a prey Behold your gracious King whom I am sent To give all honest Israelites content The Royall line and their mirac'lous fate These these are best for thee to Celebrate 'T is true two branches of the Royal Oake Are * Since the Restauration past to Heaven by the Fatall stroak But three remaine thus God doth grace Both Men and Angels with the Royal race Phanaticks judge their death a curse for sin why Because for sin 't is that Phanaticks dye Yet sure if none but sinners dye why fade Phanatick Saints for what was heaven made But cease my daring Muse the very word Phanatick makes a true man draw his sword 'T is able to hatch Witches nay make Pluto Doubt where he 's the greatest divel or no He 's a single Devil but in this one Phanaticks dwells more then a Legion 'T is sins Epitome of ignorance the summe Of Evils genus generalissimum Like Sampsons Foxes by the tail All sin And sects do joyn in a Phanatick 's skin Phanatick and not be poysoned to quote A man had need first drink an Antidote But since such Vermin hang and Charles doth Reign I 'le sing the praise of my Dread Soveraigne Who though a Prince disguis'd or sun 'i th clouds He sojourned a while with forreign Crouds Yet now his Own have Owned him their King All Nations to his grace shall homage bring Kings nay victory it self shall deem it pride To be made subject unto such a guide His presence is a heaven in him 's the summe Of all our hopes past present and to come Comparisons by him get a degree For he is greater then the greatest He Hath made the Gods seem impotent for they Can't give us greater blisse then Charls his ray Nor Rider's words nor Tulli's Eloquence Can half expresse his grand magnificence Hee 's more then Men or Angels can rehearse The fame and Phaenix of the universe In briefe He doth as farre Excel all men in Piety As the Phanaticks doe in Villany Giles Duncombe of the Inner Temple Gent. Author of Scutum Regale the Royall Buckler Or Vox Legis a Lecture to Traytors London Printed Anno Dom. 1660.