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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	good_a	know_v	life_n	7,850	5	4.5045	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A45166	Characters of vertue and vice described in the persons of the wise-man, the valiant man ... attempted in verse from a treatise of the reverend Joseph Hall, late lord bishop of Exeter / by N. Tate.	Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.; Hall, Joseph, 1574-1656. Characters of vertues and vices.	1691 (1691)	Wing H372; ESTC R3871	10,123	38

And what he Counterfeits at once deride Does Sacrifice to 's Nets when Projects hit He either thanks his Fortune or his Wit But Providence must nought have there to do He 'll rather make false Gods than own the True When ought miscarries destinies to blame On Heav'ns Unkindness He does then exclaim Reviles the Pow'r to whose Indulgent sway He wou'd not be beholden if he may Oft-times his Conscience fain with Him wou'd speak He sets the Day but does th' Appointment break And when aloud she does for Audience cry He drowns the Noise with Rev'ling Company God's Name does never but in Oaths express And never thinks of him but in Distress And then his Thoughts in dark Confusion sink Cause He but then begins of him to Think His Maker He 'll accuse himself to free And charges all his Guilt on God's Decree Ingratefully thinks his Condition hard To be from Pleasures poyson'd Sweets debarr'd Does Goodness Minstrel-like for sport bring forth And sacred Things are still his choicest Mirth To Mimickry turns Grace and Vertue 's Rules And best diverted with Religion's Fools A Slander for each Vertue can invent And in false Colours ev'ry Vice present He boasts of his young Sins and past offence With cold Remembrance feeds his Impotence Enormous Crimes the Libertine has wrought Ambitious yet more wicked to be Thought A Lewder than Himself can grieve to see And in Damnation grudge Precedency Hell does in Him less fear than Death create As being sure of This and doubting That To th' Church as to a Theater resort For Custom Company for Sleep or Sport Self-Love is All He ever Understood Nor that enough to seek his own true Good He breaks through Gratitude and Friendship 's Ties Nor cares on whom he treads so he may Rise His Life does one licentious Practice seem And ev'ry Vice its Centre has in Him God's Hatred and his Curse a Mass of Evil In Body only diff'ring from a Devil THE BUSY-BODY HIS own Estate 's too narrow for his Mind And Room in other Men's Affairs He 'll find In Friend and Strangers Business He will move And ever with the same Pretence of Love No News can pass his Door and good or ill He cannot know the Thing he does not tell He knows the Rates of Traffique to a Hair What Forces the Confederates can prepare How Swedeland and how Denmark will declare Though Trav'ling on Affairs of Life and Death He 'll stop the Post and Talk him out of Breath And if his Humour or his Hast Refuse Ride back with him and piece-meal catch the News And if through Speed th' Intelligence does fail His Wit Supplies and makes a perfect Tale. Then Woe to the next Man that He comes near Blow Rain or Lighten he must stay to hear And hear him out while in a tedious round The Listner and Himself he does Confound Disjointedly each Sentence does express With long Successions of Parentheses Retrencht to let his stream of Matter run But Vows to fill 'em up e'er He has done If two together in the street He views Discoursing closely He concludes strange News But if a Letter be produc'd He 's charm'd And of the Secret begs to be inform'd Deny'd it serves his Turn almost as well If Him of Wonders they 'll permit to tell Then with a Scotish Mine he does begin Of a whole Shoal of Whales come up at Linn Thank Him a thousand Times your Thanks repeat All 's One his Tongue it 's Larum must compleat You 'll name no Undertaking which He 'll baulk But all Concludes where it Commenc'd in Talk He 'll teach Another what Himself ne'er knew And be a Guide in Ways he ne'er pass'd through Look in at 's Neighbour's Window and demand The Reason why his Servants idle stand Call'd to Another's Table 't is his way To slander some Third Person and Convey The Tale to him that 's wrong'd whom having sworn To Secrecy with speed he does return To his first Host and this dark Practice ply Till Both are set on Fire they know not why His Ears are Quick and no less quick his Eyes To Imperfections These and Those to Lyes He stops Another's Servant takes him in Treats him and does his Master's Health begin Thence slily falls to ask of his Affairs What sort of Company t' his House repairs What is their usual Fare and what Discourse Passes at Meals Thus does th' Extorter force But soon as drein'd the Guest his leave must take And Room for fresh Intelligencers make This Man thinks Constancy a dull disgrace And still is shifting of his Work and Place But of no Place can half so weary seem Or half so soon as is the Place of Him In each Acquaintance he has got a Foe For not to hate him you must Him not know He toils unthank'd he talks without Belief Living has no Man's Love Dead no Man's Grief Unless by Chance the last Defect's supply'd And some may Grieve that he no sooner Dy'd THE ENVIOUS THE Envious feeds upon his Neighbours Ills And no Disease but others Wellfare feels God's Benefits perversly does destroy With Company no Blessing can enjoy Wou'd rather have Superiours in Distress Than Equals in a common Happiness He 's an ill Prizer of his Neighbour's store And yet his own computing He errs more On neither the just Value will bestow For That he rates too High and This too Low He asks in what Repute his Equals Live About his Betters more Inquisitive If just Report his Envious search defeat In closer Terms his Question He 'll repeat And when his spight can fasten on no Flaw His Snakes turn back his own rank Heart to gnaw With God he quarrels if his Neighbour's Field With better Tillage fairer Grain does yield For one Chance-Blight he murmurs and inveys For Ten Successive Crops no Thanks repays Whom openly He dares not to traduce With Short or Over-praise He will abuse Allows his Rival all things but his Right And most in Commendation shews his Spight If Courteous his Competitor appear He 's then Inveigling Crafty Popular If Bountiful a Faction is design'd To which with Bribes he does his Clients bind And if in War his Rival has success He 's so much more a dang'rous Man in Peace By Industry in Wealth or Power grown strong He 's hoarding up of means for future wrong Thus does the Envious Man distort and force True Worth and turn each Vertue to a Curse In his Religion Policy still lurks And by Submission his Ambition works No Law that had the Publick Good enclos'd Can pass because by Him not first Propos'd Not his own Int'rest for that time he weighs But Suffers to defraud Another's Praise If Evil of his Rival Fame report He cryes she 's Partial and of Truth comes short What Prejudice relates as being worst In his Recital He still mentions first Knowing that gentler Truth too slowly treads And that the first ill Rumour farthest spreads He 'll stab i' th' Dark and then with pitying Voice Bemoan the Fate that makes his Heart Rejoice Of his ill Deeds his Nature is the Cause The Good He Acts is only for Applause And that which cannot to his share befal To do He still takes Care no other shall Of his Best Skill He just enough will show To let the World perceive what He does know His Med'cine's Sov'raign Use he will reveal The Art to make 't does ev'n in Death Conceal Pleas'd that he can a Prize from Mankind steal God's Blessings if beside Himself they fall His Curses prove and make Him burst with Gall. Yet after All there 's none can grudge the Elf His Diet for the Miscreant eats Himself To turn a Devil He waits but his Life's End Till then a Carcase quicken'd by a Fiend FINIS THE Life of Alexander the Great Written in Latin by Quintus Curtius Translated into English by several Hands and now Dedicated to the QUEEN By N. Tate