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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	sin_n	13,827	5	4.6650	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13493	The sculler rowing from Tiber to Thames with his boate laden with a hotch-potch, or gallimawfry of sonnets, satyres, and epigrams. With an addition of pastorall equiuocques or the complaint of a shepheard. By Iohn Taylor.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1612 (1612)	STC 23791; ESTC S118270	25,111	50

not honest friend quoth she Their birth was both at once I dare be sworne But yet betweene them both a man was borne Epigram 7. THe way to make a Welch-man thirst for blisse And say his prayers daily on his knees Is to perswade him that most certaine t is The Moone is made of nothing but greene Cheese And hee le desire of God no greater boone But place in heauen to feede vpon the Moone Epigram 8. A Gallant Lasse from out her window saw A gentleman whose nose in length exceeded Hir boundles will not lymited by law Imagin'd he had what she greatly needed To speake with him she kindly doth entreat Desiring him to cleare her darke suppose Supposing euery thing was made compleate And corespondent equall to his nose But finding short where she exspected long She sigh'd and said O nose thou didst me wrong Epigram 9. YOung Sr. Iohn Puck foyst and his new made madam Forgetts they were the off-spring of old Adam I 'm sure t is not for wit nor man-like fight His worthles worship late was dubd a knight Some are made great for wealth and some for wit And some for vallour doe attaine to it And some for neither vallour witt nor wealth But stolne opinion purchase it by stealth Epigrom 10. ONe tolde me flattry was exilde the state And pride and lust at Court were out of date How vertue did from thence all vice pursue T is newes quoth I too good for to be true Epigrum 12. HE that doth beate his braines and tire his witt In hope thereby to please the multitude As soone may ride a horse without a bitt Aboue the Moone or sunnes high Altitude Then neither flattery nor the hope of pelfe Hath made me write but for to please my selfe Epigram 12. ARustick swaine was cleauing of a block And hum he Cryes at euery pondrous knock His wife saies husband wherfore hum you so Quoth he it makes the wedge in further goe When day was don and drowsie night was come Being both in bed at play she bids him hum Good wife quoth he entreat me hum no more For when I hum I cleaue but now I bore Epigram 13 VVHen Caualero Hot-shott goes with Oares Zoun's Rowe ye Rogs ye lazy knaues make hast A noyse of Fidlers and a brace of whores At Lambeth stayes for me to breake their fast He that 's so hott for 's wench ere he come nie her Being at her once I doubt hee le be a fier Epigram 14. IT was my chaunce once in my furious moode To call my neighbours wife an arrant who re But she most stifly on her credit stood Swearing that sory I should be therefo re Her husband vnderstanding of the case Protested he would sue me for a slander When straight I prou'd it to his forked face He was a knaue a cuckold and a Pander Oho quoth he good neighbor say no mo I know my wife lets out her buggle bo Epigram 15. THe Law hangs Theeues for their vnlawfull stealing The Law carts Bawds for keeping of the dore The Law doth punish Rogues for roguish dealing The Law whips both the Pander and the whore But yet I muse from whence this Law is growne Whores must not steale nor yet must vse their owne Epigram 16. OLd Fabian by extortion and by stealth Hath got a huge masse of ill gotten wealth For which he giues God daily thankes and praise When t was the Deuill that did his fortunes raise Then since the getting of thy goods were euill Th' ast reason to be thankfull to the deuill Who very largely hath increast thy muck And sent them Miser Midaes golden luck Then thanke not God for he hath helpt thee least But thanke the Deuill that hath thy pelfe increast Epigram 17. VVHat matter i st how men their dayes do spend So good report doe on their deaths attend Though in thy former life thou nere didst good But mad'st Religion for thy faults a hood And all blacke sinnes were harbourd in thy breast And tooke thy Conscience for their natiue nest Yet at thy buriall for a noble price Shalt haue a Sermon made shall hide thy vice A threed-bare Parson shall thy prayse out-powre And in the expiration of an howre Will make the world thy honesty applaud And to thy passed life become a Baud. Our Christian brother heere lyes dead quoth he Who was the patterne of true Charity No Drunkard Whoremonger nor no vile swearer No greedy Vsurer nor no Rent-rearer O deare beloued his example take And thus an end at this time doe I make Thus Mr. Parson nobly spends his breath To make a Villaine honest after death And for one noble freely he affoords Much more then twenty shillings-worth of words Epigram 18. LOrd who would take him for a pippin squire That 's so bedawb'd with lace and rich attire Can the dambd windefalls of base bawdery Maintaine the slaue in this imbrodery No maruaile Vertue 's at so lowe a price When men knowes better how to thriue by Vice Epigram 19. ALl Bradoes oathes are new-found eloquence As though they sprung from learned sapience He sweares by swift-pac'd Titans fiery Car By Marses Launce the fearefull God of warre By Cupids Bowe Mercuries charming Rod By Baccus Diety that drunken God By grimfacde Pluto and Auernus Caues By Eolus blasts and Nptunes raging waues By his sweet Mistris bright translucent eies All other Oathes his Humour doth despise Epigram 20. Signeor Serano to and fro doth range And at high noone he visits the Exchange With stately gate the peopled Burse he stalkes Prying for some acquaintance in those walkes Which if he spie note but his strange salute Marke how hee le spread to shew his broaking sute When he perhaps that owde this cast apparell Not a fortnight since at Tyburne fought a quarell Epigram 21. OLd Grubsons Sonne a stripling of good age T will make one laugh to see him and his Page Like to a garded Vrchin walkes the streetes Looking for reuerence of each one he meetes Eagles must honour Owles and Lyons Apes And wise men worship fooles for farre fetcht shapes Epigram 22. GReat Captaine Sharke doth wonderfully muse How he shall spend the day that next ensues There 's no Play to be plaid but he hath seene At all the Theaters he oft hath beene And seene the rise of Clownes and fall of Kings Which to his humor no contentment brings And for he scornes to see a Play past twice Hee le spend the time with his sweet Cockatrice Epigram 23. A Compleat Gallant that hath gone as farre That with his hands from Skies hath pluckt a Starre And saw bright Phoebus when he did take Coach And Luna when her Throane she did approach And talkt with Iupiter and Mercury With Vulcan and the Queene of Letchery And saw the net the stumpfoot Blackesmith made Wherein fell Mars and Venus was betraid With thousand other sights he saw in Skies Who dares affirme it that this gallant lyes I