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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	heaven_n	life_n	live_v	8,611	5	5.4859	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A25974	Fons perennis, a poem on the excellent and useful invention of making sea-water fresh by Edm. Arwaker.	Arwaker, Edmund, d. 1730.	1686 (1686)	Wing A3908; ESTC R16622	5,420	23

Licensed Ian. 23. 1685. Rob. Midgley A POEM ON THE Excellent and Useful INVENTION OF Making SEA-WATER Fresh WHEN first on Man his Maker did bestow The Empire of his new-rais'd World below Amidst his Pow'r the Monarch still did want A full Enjoyment of the boundless Grant For though the Earth did his Command obey He was but tit'lar Sov'reign o'r the Sea The Rebel-Waves despis'd his useless Pow'r And kept within themselves their wondrous Store And from the Mystic Treasure which they hid On pain of Death did all his Search forbid Nor did they onely thus usurp the Deep And from his watry Realm their Sov'reign keep But ev'n its firmer Empire they besiege And turn its Homage from its Native Liege Who crowded in a narrow Spot of Ground Saw his bold Rebels all the rest surround While thus by his insulting Slaves confin'd For Want of Room the World 's great Monarch pin'd Nor cou'd he safe in his Inclosure reign Ev'n that at last th' incroaching Billows gain Till bounteous Heav'n did kindly interpose And stop'd the Course of his invading Foes The Pow'r first giv'n to Man it did renew Taught him to conquer and to rule them too Safe o'r his vanquish'd Slaves the Victor rides Plows their curl'd Backs and wounds their foaming Sides Amaz'd to find how vainly they engage The proud Usurpers calmly quit their Rage The Billows shrink beneath their Conqu'ror's Pow'r And stoop to Burthens which they scorn'd before Now ev'ry Day his Conquest Man improves And unoppos'd o'r the wide Ocean moves Now unconfin'd he visits e'ry Shore And takes from each its Tributary Store Rips up the Bowels of the pregnant Earth And crowds his Coffers with the dazling Birth While on the Waves safe as at Land he dwells Born o'r their Backs in floating Cittadels Nor on their Surface onely pleas'd to keep He dives to all the Secrets of the Deep And with the shining Tribute of its Womb Returns at once adorn'd and laden home Happy the People of that Pow'rful Land That o'r the Watry Realm has chief Command That Land whose Sailing Castles raise its Name Make it the Seat of Wealth and Theme of Fame To which all other Vent'rers on the Sea The Homage of their falling Top-Sails pay On happy Britain If the Bliss it knew Bless'd in a Fleet and a Commander too Who heretofore expos'd in thy Defence Taught thee a Pattern of Obedience Who saw the swelling Waves as void of Fear As if He went to take his Pastime there Whilst such concurrent Means encrease thy Store Ingratitude alone can make thee Poor For to thy Coasts as to their Center flote The Spoils of distant Climes and Worlds remote Whatever Treasure either India knows United here in vast Abundance flows All that can tend to Profit or Delight Oblige the Sense or please the Appetite All that which Mortals cover or revere Becomes Familiar as if Native here Nor yet like Beasts for Burden onely made Are our great Vessels fit alone for Trade While some abroad for Golden Plenty rome The rest secure us downy Peace at Home We know to Terrour of invading Foes While these strong Bulwarks our safe Isle inclose Witness the World how fearless heretofore We heard the Belgick Lion loudly rore Though scarce our Fleet cou'd then secure our Fear Had we not known a greater Safeguard there The bless'd Effects of our late Sov'reign's Care Whose vast Concern so for our Safety shown Expos'd a Life he valu'd as his own But Heav'n engag'd in mighty York's Defence And justify'd in that its Providence The Hero crown'd with Victory and Spoil Brought with himself all Blessings to our Isle Thus happy Albion nobly did maintain Its ancient Empire o'r the Subject-Main Its Rights asserted by so brave a Hand Subdues the Ocean to its vast Command While to each Pole its conqu'ring Bulwarks sent Make our bless'd Isle excel the Continent But though so far Man quell'd the Ocean's Rage That open War it durst no longer wage The private Rebel did its Spleen retain And fell to Stratagem since Force prov'd vain And with its Briny Humour murder'd more Than all its Billows had devour'd before While at the Sailers baneful Thirst it laught Who swallow'd Death in ev'ry greedy Draught And from their Country far in some swoln Wave By which they perish'd found their hasty Grave Or if they met not there an early Tomb Came loaden with Disease and Torment home Who swoln with Dropsies and with Scurvies worn Begg'd more their speedy Ruine than Return If for Relief to the fresh Springs they fly They lose that Time their Bus'ness should employ And wandring in the Search of this kind Aid Are more by that than roughest Storms delay'd Thus like a Miser starv'd amidst his Store Whom onely his Abundance renders Poor Amidst the Waters with strange Thirst they dy A Thirst encreasing with its Remedy In vain Alas to those cold Climes they steer Whose Frosts and Snow are lasting as their Year Since still within a Torrid Zone they bear Whilst the Salt Tyrant left they shou'd complain Locks up their Throats and does their Words restrain Pleas'd with their Woes it makes their Grief its Game As Nero smil'd at Rome's encreasing Flame Discourag'd thus their wondrous Art proves vain No more they 'll venture though allur'd by Gain So far sweet Health all Blessings else outvies That new-found Worlds can ne'r its loss reprize What Rev'rence then to that kind Art is due Whence Man the Way to Health and Life first knew That pow'rful Art which by disarming Death With healing Charms prolongs our Vital Breath That Art whose Presence all Diseases shun As Clouds disperse before th' approaching Sun Great Sons of Heav'n Props of our Humane State Whose Skill maintains the Life Heav'n did create The Wonders which in our Defence you shew Preserve our Beings and your Mem'ries too Since for our Safety they but seldom fail Sure for your Glory they must still prevail You who from Death's grim Jaws his Prey reprieve And with a Breath make ev'n the Dying Live Be deathless still as you on us bestow Almost an Immortality below And from the Mouth of the devouring Grave Whole Lands at once with one Prescription save Nor is the Blessing Life your Gift alone You give us all that tends to make it one You the Twin-Charms of Youth and Beauty give A Bliss that few are willing to out-live In these soft Streams distilling from the Sea To whose first Knowledge you prepar'd the Way The rough-dull Skin grows smooth and clear as they The Sea thus happily improv'd by you Does ev'ry Day a rising Venus shew Here the soft Charmers of our easie Hearts Whose Pow'r alone out-braves your healing Arts Heighten those Beauties which the World enslave And make you perish by the Darts you gave No more our Ladies to the Spaws shall go Who to your Streams may greater Blessings owe And be like Cynthia's bright Retinue seen In their Attendance on our