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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	misery_n	young_a	youth_n	24	3	7.3927	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A25273	The rake, or, The libertine's religion a poem.	Ames, Richard, d. 1693.	1693 (1693)	Wing A2988; ESTC R16090	9,068	30

since I find you are dispos'd to hear Pray let me whisper something in your Ear. XVII Can you suppose or did you er'e believe You were for nothing else design'd Only for Pleasures sake to live And taste no Joy but what in Sence you find If so then ev'ry Brute you view Is happier by far than you They have no Love nor hatred Joy nor Sorrow Nor have the anxious Thoughts about the Morrow Many than Man have Lives of longer date Their Senses too are far more delicate No no above the Beasts you 're lift in Thought Tho Vice has Man below their Order brought If for some higher end you were assign'd Call up the Noblest Powers of your Mind Act first your Reason humbly then believe And let your Passions on new Objects fall But oh in vain in vain I call The Soul is buried down so deep in Vice It has no Power to act no Power to rise XVIII Accursed Vice what Magick dost thou use That Man should thy hard Service chuse How willingly he labours for his Ruin And Toils and Sweats still for his own undoing How strangely some Iniquity have plow'd Forc'd to make Brick when Straw was not allow'd Tho all the Wages in this Life she pays Her Slaves are Pain Want Poverty Disgrace What Tortures in the other Life they feel No Thought can guess no Tongue can tell Could we survey the Mansions of the Dead How many Millions should we find Whom Lust Intemperance Revenge and Pride Thither in Blooming Years have sent beside The Living here in Magick Chains are led That they no Mischief see and will be blind And from their Lethargy not thousands wake Till they are plung'd into the Burning-Lake XIX All I have said Young Man will be in vain If still your Prejudice you will maintain Against Religion and believe It is a Trick invented to deceive What with it cunning Men have done Which Juggles Mouths of Atheists serves to fill It does not therefore follow still That there is no such thing at all Its Principles examine search its Rules Which when impartially weigh'd you 'l own Those who its Dictates slight are very Fools Commands it any thing but what we must Confess for our own good is just If to be Temperate and Chast And not the Oyl of Life on Wine and Women wast Be not by far to be preferr'd Than running blindfold with the vicious Herd Let Folly take the Chair and Sense and Reason fall XX. Besides forbids it any thing But what to Body Soul or Name Does Ruin and Destruction bring On Vice Diseases do themselves entail Which first or last to visit will not fail Gouts Palsies Dropsies do the Drunkard rack Nor wants the Letcher Pains in Shins and Back How much disturb'd do the Revengeful sleep And with what Fear to Gold do Misers creep Vice ever to it self uneasie was While Vertue 's always calm and still the same These are the Roads of Infamy or Fame And you are free to chuse which Path you please XXI But above all think should you still go on And Vice by Custom be habitual grown And End at last will come and then you 'll wish You ne'r had cry'd to my Advices pish You 're young and Youth will quickly slide away Nay Death perhaps may find you ere this Day Give place to Night think then with Horrour think What the Event will be and do not cherish The Thought you die just like the Beasts that perish No no above there will a Judgment pass On all the Actions here you 've done The Judge will not be brib'd and I 'm no less Against you than a thousand Witnesses When it is prov'd how much you 've broke the Laws Where is your Advocate to plead your Cause But yet dear Youth as yet 't is not too late Repent with Shame with Horrour and Regret On your past Life look on and never more No not in Thought act former Vices o're Heav'ns blessing crave each Morning when you rise Without it venture not to close your Eyes Be Temperate be Chast be Just and Wise This will a Heav'nly Mansion for you get But above all do not this Rule forget Repent betimes before your Sun of Youth is set FINIS ADVERTISEMENT FAtal Friendship Or The Drunkard's Misery A Satyr against that pernicious and dangerous Vice of Hard-Drinking Written by way of Essay by a young Gentleman a little before his Death who lately fell an unhappy Sacrifice to the Bottle Printed for R. Taylor near Stationers-Hall and Rich. Southby at the Fleece in Fleetstreet near Chancery-Lane-End Price Stich'd Six-pence