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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	good_a	life_n	see_v	9,943	5	3.4753	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A95689	Themista & Euphorbus in a familiar dialogue, plainly discovering and passionately bemoaning the exorbitances of the world in the administration of justice : composed at first for a private diversion, and now presented to the worthy maioralty within the famous and antient borrough of Tavistock, Devon, newly incorporated by His Maiesties special favour and with the assistance of the honourable Sr. James Butler, Kt. / by Philopolites.	Philopolites.	1683 (1683)	Wing T846A; ESTC R42591	16,943	41

For he no sooner comes in Towns and sits But he 's enquiring after Hugonets Summons the Officers to bring him in A List of such as have most guilty bin This so much doth allarm the Neighbourhood Men leave their Houses to possess some Wood And tho' the Lyon did design his Paw ' gainst horned Beasts alone that crost his Law Yet will the Hare whose fall the Lyon scorns Tremble for fear his Ears be termed Hornes Euphorbus Madam the truth of this must be believ'd By what I know in Spain where once I liv'd And therefore for diversions-sake shall tell What an affrighted Peasant there befel A Lord Inquisitor by chance did range And came into a silly Peasants Grange On whom poor Soul no sooner cast his sight But fell a trembling 'fore this man of might As if some Ghost or Daemon rather had Appear'd and in some gastly garb been clad And having little to procure him grace For he was poor and in a thrift-less case A Flasque of Pears before his Lordship brings In most submissive mode ' mongst other things Which are accepted but when they were spent His Lordship not remote him message sent He must needs speak with him Lord what 's the cause Thinks he I never did offend the Laws I am no Hugonet nor Heretick Nor at the Churches Rites did ever stick Both Mass and Mattens I did still frequent Confest and Penance did in time of Lent Calvin and Luther I do curse and hate Nor did I think or act ' gainst Church or State What have I done that I must go before His Direful Lordship the Inquisitor Immediatly the Peasant takes his Bed Nor Eats nor Drinks looks like a man that 's dead His Lordship hearing that the Man was Ill And could not in that part observe his will Another Messenger at last repaires Tells him his Lordship only begs some Pears He soon revives and presently did goe Into the Orchard where his Fruit did grow Roots up the Tree and with good will anon Delivers it with store of Fruit th●●●… The Messenger condemns his rashness and Acquaints him that he did not understand His drift herein His Lordships only wish Out of that Store was but one friendly Dish Good Sir be pleas'd he said and forthwith wept Within my House and Garden shall be kept Nought what his Lordship loves now you 've the tree You nor your Lord shall I hope more to see For I protest Death don't I more abhor Than the grim lookes of the Inquisitor The thoughts of whom since thou last saw'st my house Hath made me value Life not at one Louse Justice severely † Scriptum Sequi Calum niatoris est beni vero Judicis auct●rit●tem volentatemque desendere rackt growes wan and dies It s empty Throne Oppression soon supplies Whose direful rage unduely Subjects awes And works abhorrence both to Lords and Laws God keep St. Eustace's Government that she May not transgress the bounds of Eqnity Lest she turn Tyrant and perchance what 's worse Her Infant May'r look like her Old * Termultis annts prae teteritis div ulgatum sui● quoddam Spectrum eo Nomine Mense Decembris ibi Perambulasse black horse Excuse me if I 've this you told in vain Madam I long to hear what doth remain Themista Some are perchance surpriz'd brought before His Worship who like Lord Inquisitor Gives them their Oath You shall make answer true To all such Questions as are askt of you And forthwith by a most Imperial Nod Bids him to Kiss the Book so help you God By Contents of the Book which you have kist When saith he last took you the Eucharist When were you at the Mass when were you shrift And let your answer be without a shift When did you Penance likewise tell me who Was that damn'd Heretick last preacht to you These silly Lambs what man can but condole Who hereby damn their Body or their Soul Nor can they from his dreadful Sentence fly Without the cursed help of Perjury Euphorbus Hev'ns bless our Nation and maintain the † Jura publica certissima sunt humanae Vitae Solatia infirmorum auxilia potentum fraena Cassiod Law Which doth on Subjects no such mischief draw But ev'ry Peccant is per testes charg'd For want of which the Pris'ner is enlarg'd The Ex-official Oath the Parliament To Rome and Hell from whence it came hath sent That Court or Judge that shall it re-inspire Falls Sans redress into a Praemunire And this Right Magna Charta doth convey None is himself obliged to betray Themista I know the English Lawes are just and good Yet by some Rulers not well understood They with like Oaths as these not taking care Oft ' gainst the Law some silly Soules insnare But for Gods sake and your own Countrys good Tell what I say Bid them beware of * Injuste reum absoluere quam injuste damnate Occidere praestat illnd namque peccatum hoc Impietas Antipho Blood The Miscreant next Parantmos we have A Gentleman both Antient Wise and Grave His Eyes are roving all the World about To find the humours 〈◊〉 all Persons out Of which he keeps account so full so true He knows their Birth ' State Parts Friends store or few His Mem'ry his his Mon'ter that directs Him how to give them all their meet respects Squaring the Measures of his Actions so His favours ever with the stream do goe Hence is' t when that two differees have long Been by the Ears concerning right and wrong Met at the Barr to hear the Sentence last That likely shall be at the Action past The very Clowns that least of Law do know Forchode and tell for whom the cause will goe And when my self has doubted I have gon Through a vast crowd a most num'rous throng Pluckt him by th' Ear yea pincht his leathern heart Cry'd Justice Justice yet he did not start But gives the final Sentence that might best Serve his own Friend Geeat Man or Interest Not long agoe a Man of mean Estate Hoping for Justice waited at his Gate And that so long so oft without access That he despaires goes off without success His mean Deportment and his Sun-burnt Skin Wanted a Pass to let him friendly in His cause was dismal for his cruel Lord Did not like Measure ere that time afford He cast this Man from out his Farm because He wanted Copy-License from his Paws Tho his own Steward promis'd it before For one Gold Angel and as good as Swore With much ado † Judicis auxilium sub iniqua lege regato Saepe etiam Leges cupiunt ut Jure regantur Cato Paranomos at last His lofty Eyes upon this Mushrom cast Fellow saith he I can't now talk with you You must at Law his Lordships Steward Sue A task so Vaine as if to have his right An Infant had been bid Goliah fight Whereas he should redrest such wrong as this By pleading for him Form