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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	nature_n	sin_n	soul_n	6,631	5	5.2151	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57564	Lvx occidentalis, or, Providence display'd in the coronation of King William and Queen Mary, and their happy accession to the crown of England with other remarks / by T.R. ...	T. R. (Thomas Rogers), 1660-1694.	1689 (1689)	Wing R1839; ESTC R5777	17,221	37

Nod do feel Heark heark methinks I hear th'ill-boding noise The voice of Conquest and the Victors Joys Te Deums Shouts Hosanna's and the like Fantastick sounds my shatter'd Senses strike The Heav'ns aloud with Gratulations ring Angels above their grateful Anthems sing And seem to promise by this signal Grace That Romish Rage shall ne'er again deface Fair Britanny nor drown the lovely place Curse on these Guardian-Saints these Tell-tale Spies That lurk i'th-secret Foldings of the Skies That with a wakeful and indulgent care Pry into Hells Arcana's and declare The Councils of the Deep These peevish Powers Leagues and Cabals detect This puny Life-guard of the poor elect Have lately blasted our beloved Theam Our hopeful Plot and thriving Stratagem Involving the most black and monstrous things That night e'er shelter'd with her gloomy wings Hell sickens at the News each Fury groans And gasping Fiends do mingle their sad tones Into a signal Grief a deeper Woe Satan at first could hardly undergo The shock of this report with hollow sound He bellow'd loud and whirl'd his Eye-balls round No soft perswasion could his Wrath asswage But thus he breathed out his long pent rage Into what maze of horror am I led Sure some Almighty hand holds fast the thread I toss from side to side and roam about Spur'd on by rage but hopeless to get out Ah! how am I transform'd by treacherous Fate Shadow and blank of what I was of late Out-brav'd by him whom I ev'n still disdain From Empire rent and toss'd from pain to pain Distemper'd Nature's Agonies when she Labours to vent some unborn Prodigy Th' amazing Terrors of the torturing Steel Are sports to those Convulsive Pangs I feel Pain beats so thick upon my staggered sense That Thought it self has scarce time to commence Heaven can no more it has upon my head The very dregs of all its Viols shed O that I could imp't with strong rapture fly And justle through th'unnavigable Sky With rapid violence knock the Thunderer down That sits so proudly perch'd upon a Throne Take new Jerusalem race th' Imperial Town Seize all the Guards of Heav'n with powerful sway Lay waste with fire those Cells of purer clay Or cover all with night and blot Eternal day Thus rallied the Dread Sovereign of the Deep The lesser Fiends did awful silence keep Whilst Irish howls Pope's Bulls and French Grimace Doubled the wonted horror of the place 'T would make a pale-fac'd Ghost ev'n blush to see From what a glorious height of Villany Your noble Friends are fal'n in Britanny Hell can you this unmov'd and silent hear When will you rally if you now forbear What! do you tremble too for shame give o're So great Alcides once a Distaff bore And the renown'd Achilles to his shame Unsinew'd did assume a Virgins name But soon the great Duum virate with disdain Quitted their Toys and rouz'd to arms again And thus your Courage which has ebb'd so low By a Cessation now should stronger grow And like a Flood dam'd up all Banks should overflow Can Hurricanes forget to roar and fly With lazy wings calming the ruffled Sky Can sullen Waves conspire to lull the Deep And bind the Ocean in a lasting sleep Or can the Needle Nature's Laws controle And shun th' embraces of its darling pole Can a sworn Witch find leisure to repent Can Tygres fawn or Lyons complement No more can you by adverse Fate be driven To turn tame Fops and basely cringe to Heaven The Sphears shall halt Nature shall make a pause And quite invested change her antient Laws Discord shall split the Universe in twain And shake the solid Globe to dust again E'er those Barbarians start whose Souls have been But once strain'd up to th' highest pitch of sin Therefore let Death begin his march drive on Unwilling Fate and let Crimes yet unknown The guilt of your past innocence attone Do not despair but re-assume a will To plot on and usurp a pow'r to kill Prepare to attack th' insulting British Slaves And if repuls'd fight back into your Graves Quickly begin before it be too late Stake all at once i' th' doubtful hand of Fate Life Church and Empire in a cause so good Let your Religion set as it arose in Blood. But Ha! what Fiend-like form salutes my Eyes And rends me from my self with quick surprize Am I deceiv'd or do I plainly see The Saint-like Monster brave Le Chese 't is he The very same as may be partly seen By his Lampooning Face and frightful Meen Thy Pardon Reverend Sage That I should dare to be thus proudly rude Before thy face my Dictates to obtrude When 't is well known the Fiends themselves from thee May copy out choice Rules of Policy And wait the Dictates e'er they do Decree All the black Dwellers in the Plains below At thy name with submissive Reverence bow If they but hear 't they seem to steal a bliss And never speak 't without an Emphasis Now I see thee some glimmering hopes return And my chill'd Spirits with fresh Passions burn Thy single force can Heav'ns attempts controul For it has try'd in vain to steer thy Soul. Thy Prowess from mean Acts no Honour wins But Sinewy solid and substantial Sins Are thy Diversion thou art fram'd and built For strange Exploits and some unusual guilt Clement and Ravillack compar'd to thee Were but poor Padders in Iniquity And superficial sinners in thy fame Their little Tricks are lost and want a name Old Petre to thy brave and manly Port Seems but a Poppet only made for sport And for experiment in Vacation time And form'd for some obscure and vulgar crime Racks Fire and Faggot have been caus'd by me But these are now dull things too light for thee A thousand Mariana's in thee dwell And thy rare Deeds add blackness ev'n to Hell. At thy Nativity the factious Stars In lucky consult met portending Wars And shedding noisome influence on the Earth With various Terrors signaliz'd thy Birth Nature grew pale Heaven frown'd when it did view The little Monster and the angelick Crew Cry'd a bad Omen as if thou hadst been Born to advance the Theory of sin Nor didst thou frustrate the design of Fate Water on thee was thrown away For thou was 't ever unregenerate Shut out from Grace when from thy Mother torn A Wretch consummate in thy Infant Morn Brave polish'd Villain and incarnate Spright To whom sin is both bus'ness and delight What Miracles in mischief hadst thou done How hadst thou brav'd the Gods had thy Glass run In Saturn's or Jove's Reign hadst thou liv'd then When Gods were known to have less Wit than Men. Gyants those Prototypes o' th' Romish Race Had once the Monarch of the World in chase By force they hurled Mountains against Heaven Pelion was like a Hand-granado driven While Jupiter from his high Crystal Fort Look'd down and dash'd them with a Godlike Port Making their Toils his Merriment and Sport. But

that now dwell in that lovely place Which the Fam'd Phoenix heretofore did Grace Praise that thrice Fortunate and Happy Isle Which she adorn'd with Favours and her Smile Praise Heaven that with fair Days and Halcion Weather Blest both the Island and its Birds together That Island which does seem so rudely hurl'd By scornful Nature from the wider World Did then in her sweet Solitude enjoy The choicest Smiles of Heav'n what could destroy That Place which Vultures could not much annoy Pray Heav'n ye still may see such happy Days May Heav'n in sending such make short delays May ye Phoenicians ne'er forget the Fame Of your Illustrious Queen May Birds unfeather'd yet be taught to Chirp her Name May Nightingales it chant from every Tree And may it like her self Immortal be For unless ancient Story utter Lyes The Phoenix is Immortal never dies Her Dust is pregnant a new vital Fire As quick as thought her Ashes does inspire At least when parted hence she still does reign And in her Successor alive remain An Elegy upon the Late King. THAT Sun which rising with a joyful Ray Seems to foretell a long and happy day Stript of all Beams and wrapt in mournful Shroud Oft sets obscurely in a mid-day Cloud Thus Mighty James who by the Vote o' th' Laws Rose to a Throne and with the World's applause From his Meridian sunk has set apace And as it were i' th' middle of his Race Looks like a poor neglected nameless thing The Shade and Ghost of a departed King. And yet give leave Great Sir I cannot yet Thy awful Name and Character forget Give leave I say before I celebrate Our present Twins of Majesty and State To drop a short Encomium on thy Hearse And to lament thy Fate with untun'd Verse For sure thou was 't by Heav'n for Empire fram'd And virtue to thy Breast a little claim'd Honour in thee chose her Imperial Seat And because joyn'd to Virtue look'd more great But amongst all the Plagues on Earth there 's none So great a Plague as False Religion Religion when corrupt o'recasts with night Mens Souls and darkens where it should give light This blots that Virtue which it should adorn Whilst men by blind Zeal are in Triumph born Blind Zeal that Lust o'th'Soul t'affliction brings The head-long Bigot and destroys ev'n Kings 'T was this that soil'd thy Virtue in its prime 'T was thy mishap I will not call 't thy Crime 'T was thy mishap brave Soul to be misled By Slaves that Merit not their daily Bread By men that Lucifer himself out-do That Saintship claim while they his steps pursue Men whose Religion 's nothing but Grimace Hypocrisie set off with Paint and Grace Men that have shewn how far a Christian can Out-sin a Heathen and a Publican Men that by solemn Oath to sin are driven Yet fawn and pass a Complement on Heaven Men that grow Rich by vows of Poverty Grow Fat with Fasting and Severity Who while they Fast enlarge their Mouths like Hell And could devour both Indies at a Meal Men that renounce the World yet haunt the Court Where Kings must Hood wink'd be to make them sport Who when Religion 's made the darling Theam Can whistle the tame Vulgar after them And shuffle Souls into a Stratagem Establish Treason with a graceful awe And stamp Rank Murder Orthodox by Law. If all that men report or fear be true May Heav'ns just Scourge thy Counsellors pursue May it light all on them and none on you Pardon this Liberty and I 'll attone All that I 've said with a repeated groan I speak 't with troubled Breast and trembling Lips And with some fear I gaze on thy Eclipse I ne'er rejoyc'd with those that sing thy shame Nor will I ever persecute thy Name May I th' infamous Brand of Slanderer bear If e'er I blot thy name but with a Tear. A Panegyrick upon their Majesties King William and Queen Mary IT was a lovely and a cheerful night The Skies were deck'd with living Gems the light Did not o'erflow with too redundant Streams But cheaply interwove the Clouds with Beams The lower Regions were all calm and fair And no rude Gusts disturb'd the peaceful Air. It was a night by Heav'n sent from above T' invite soft Vows sweet Ardors and chast Love When sleep with gentle wiles besieg'd my Breast With willing haste I laid me down to rest All things as yet were cheerful it did seem Nature's Vacation and the rest of time But as I slept secure from outward harms With sense fast bound in sweet and pleasing Charms My active Fancy wak'd and from afar Display'd a Visionary Scene of War Death seem'd to blacken and o'erspread the Plain And airy Troops in Purple heaps lay slain Bless me said I and e'er I more could say Behold a sudden Beam of gladsome day Chas'd all this gastly Spectacle away Quick as the light arose a glittering band Of men whose joyful Songs did cheer the Land Before them a Fair Hero march'd whose head With Lawrels bright was decently array'd Whilst Halo-like bright Glories plaid around His comely face with graceful sorrow crown'd Tears which adorn'd his Cheeks ran streaming down Shed for a Nations Sufferings not his own And o'er his Head there hung a starry Crown In Golden Characters some hand above Had stamp'd upon his Breast-plate Truth and Love Each Letter look'd like an auspicious Star The whole a Constellation did appear To the King. I wak'd and soon did find the Vision true And this Illustrious Hero Sir was you Strange Omen for just then to us you came Peace and perpetual Triumphs to proclaim To save us from a Wild and Savage Brood Of Squeamish Monsters loathing all that 's good To quell while you restore our Liberty The worst of French Diseases Tyranny To stop the Plague to calm a Nations Moan This was and could be done by you alone Your Powder Sir is Sympathetick sure It saves at distance does not kill but cure So mighty Tempests sometimes as they fly Do serve to clear a thick infectious Sky Heav'n bless your generous Aid you seem the care Of Providence and Charge of every Star All things are reconcil'd to your command At Sea you 're Neptune and a Jove at Land Where you frequent there Fame still keeps her Court And Victory grown proud to make you sport With her bright Train does thither too resort Oft have I heard how in times past you stood Undaunted amidst dangers death and blood When ruine wrapt in dismal sounds did fly And drown'd the noysless whispers of the Sky Yet to your Fortune Death it self gave way And danger round you only seem'd to play As if like Juliue trusting to your fate You brav'd the tempest which around you sate Brooding destruction and unmov'd survey'd The Tragick scene which Destiny display'd How did you lately too with brave disdain Your self seem an Armado on the Main Whilst Winds grew tame and the tempestuous Sea