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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	law_n	sin_n	wage_n	5,559	5	11.2143	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A64521	Seasonable thoughts in sad times being some reflections on the warre, the pestilence, and the burning of London, considered in the calamity, cause, cure / by Joh. Tabor.	Tabor, John.	1667 (1667)	Wing T93; ESTC R15193	46,591	114

Where sometimes famous Christian Churches were Now Turkish Mosques do stand men adore The Imposture Mahomet where Christ before And those who yet retain a Christian name Have little else of Christ beside the same Their low estate allows no means to gain Such knowledge as is needful to retain Religion pure and perfect Besides must they To this great Turk the tenth child yearly pay The tenth is due O God! to thee alone And must an Infidel thy tribute owne This woe of all their woes is worst to see Their dearest children educated be In blinder Turcism made his Janizars Chief Souldiers against Christians in his Wars When cruel Herod mockt of the Wisemen slew So many Infants he did kindness shew Compared to this Turkish Tyranny For 't is a greater priviledge to die Innocent Martyrs and go hence to glory Than to be train'd up in the cosening story Of Mahomet Poor babes at once must you Be from Christs bosome and your Parents too By Tyrants-force thus miserably torn Better it were you never had been born Let us reflect and think did we now hear The approaching feet of Turkish Officer Entring to take away our darling child Oh what a plight should we be in how wild And quite beside themselves would surely be The tender Mothers of the Infantry Who that their senses have would not desire To see their tender Infants soul expire His brains dasht on the wall before his eyes And how the sprawling Corpse convulsing dies Rather than such should us of them bereave In thraldom and Idolatry to live But who do think on this with pity and Deplores not the sad state of Grecian Land Now then it were a noble enterprise If Christian Princes hearts and Arms would rise To pull down this proud Sultan and restore The Christian Faith where 't flourished before And free afflicted Greece once the Worlds eye From Turkish thraldom and Idolatry And all those Christian souls which yearly come Tribute and Captives from poor Christendome If th' English and Dutch Fleer would both combine T' assist the bold Venetian Worthy of Christian Valour they would make a designe The Vaunting Seigniour with his Gallies quake If throughout all Christendom were more Like those brave Knights of Malta who have swore Destruction to the Turks that would combine Quite to raze out the bloody Ottoman line Then Christendome might flourish and be free From Devastation and Captivitie God grant us Peace at home and send Us Victory abroad and end All Wars 'mong Christian men and cease The Plague his War with men In peace And health grant us to live that we Might still a happy Kingdom be But though the Lord in War on our side stood And gave us Victory for the price of blood Allaying this sore Judgment by success Which in the loss of lives makes grief go less Yet the Plague raging far and nigh destroyes With sweeping slaughter and doth damp our joys This casts my soul into a sad Reflection On the just Vengeance of such dire Infection REFLECTIONS ON THE PESTILENCE JER 9.9 Shall I not visit them for these things saith the Lord Shall not my soul be avenged on such a Nation as this WHen the just God did visit London first Our danger less our fears were at the worst In every place men stood upon their guard And against Citizens kept Watch and Ward Had we done so against our sins before Less had our danger been our safety more But when this dire Destruction still doth last And round about us fearfully doth wast Harden'd by custom we do nothing fear Our dangers greater but who sheds a tear Our hearts are stone were they of marble kind 'T were well marble sometimes we weeping find On the great City of this sinful Land London with wealth and folk abounding and With sin the cause of woe too God first pour'd The brimful Vial of his wrath and showr'd His ireful Judgments There his Angel drew The Sword of Vengeance and that people slew At first by Tens which soon to Hundreds come Then Thousands weekly sent to their long-home The frighted Citizens begin to fly From House and Habitation lest they die They leave their livelyhood to save their life And where they come their coming makes a strife Lest they bring death with them Towns are in arms To keep out Citizens as mortal harms Waggons and Coaches still in every Road Are met with which they and their Goods do load Where they shall shelter find they scarce do know Yet durst not stay at home where e're they go Some who did thure in stately Houses dwell Now gladly creep into a Countrey-cell And others wandering up and down the Fields No Town or Village them admittance yields Thus from the Rod of God poor Sinners fly Not from their Crimes for which they smart die Alas what boots it from the Plague to start And bear with you a worse Plague in your heart Running will not secure you you 're undone Unless you know how from your selves to run Had you your selves forsaken when at home You need not thus about the Countrey roame Had you fled from your Sins before as fast You need not from the Plague have made such hast Had you been just and honest in your Trade To deal uprightly had a Conscience made False weights and measures and deceitful wares the snares False oaths equivocations lies For simple buyers had you never us'd Nor with great prizes Customers amus'd For which i' th' Countrey you a Proverb are You ask say they just like a Londoner Had not your Shops been Dens of such as theive And lie in wait cunningly to deceive Nay oftentimes your cosening with a shew Of honesty and goodness cloaked too No Plague had likely nigh your dwellings come You might securely still have staid at home Had you but kept your Conscience so you might Your Shops with comfort free from deadly fright But when you turn out Conscience first no doubt Gods Judgments after 't justly turn you out And if you e're get home again beware More Plagues in store for Sinners still there are But for a while here they resolve to be Till London shall be from Contagion free But there Contagion is from which I fear You 'le never find the sinful City clean But now le ts think on those who stay behind Distrest in Body and Estate and Mind Who know not where to sly and fear to stay But yet must bear the burthen of the day A wrathful day a dismal time wherein Thousands receive the wages of their sin Some have no Friends to go to nor yet Coin To make them any some the Laws enjoyn To stay and do their Office some presume And others trust no Plague shall them consume But it increases spreads destroyes doth make Such as remain for fear of death to quake Now might you see red Crosses there great store And Lord have mercy upon many a doore The Wardsman standing as if he were