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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	wont_a	word_n	write_v	31	3	4.6651	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16274	Englands Helicon. Or The Muses harmony	Bodenham, John, fl. 1600.; Moore, Richard, fl. 1607-1631.; N. L. (Nicholas Ling), fl. 1580-1607.; A. B., fl. 1600.	1614 (1614)	STC 3192; ESTC S104628	82,465	270

will reueale My first dayes walke was to the Court where beautie fed mine eyes Yet found I that the Courtly sport did maske in slie disguise For falsehood sate in fairest lookes and friend to friend was coy Court-fauour fill'd but emptie bookes and there I found no ioy Desert went naked in the colde when crouching craft was fed Sweet words were cheaply bought and solde but none that stood in sted Wit was imployed for each mans owne plaine meaning came too short All these deuises seene and knowne made me forsake the Court. Vnto the Cittie next I went in hope of better hap Where liberally I lanch'd and spent as set on Fortunes lap The little stock I had in store me thought would nere be done Friends flockt about me more and more as quickely lost as wone For when I spent then they were kinde but when my purse did faile The foremost man came last behinde thus loue with wealth doth quaile Once more for footing yet I stroue although the world did frowne But they before that held me vp together troad me downe And least once more I should arise they sought my quite decay Then got I into this disguise and thence I stole away And in my minde me thought I said Lord blesse mee from the Cittie Where simplenes is thus betraide and no remorce or pittie Yet would I not giue ouer so but once more trie my fate And to the Country then I goe to liue in quiet state There did appeare no subtile showes but yea and nay went smoothly But Lord how Country-folkes can glose when they speake most vntruely More craft was in a buttond cap and in old wiues raile Then in my life it was my hap to see on Downe or Dale There was no open forgerie but vnder-handed gleaning Whch they call Countrie pollicie but hath a worser meaning Some good bold-face beares out the wrong because he gaines thereby The poore mans backe is crackt ere long yet there he lets him lie And no degree among them all but had such close intending That I vpon my knees did fall and prayed for their amending Back to the woods I got againe in minde perplexed sore Where I found ease of all this paine and meane to stray no more There Citty Court nor Country to can any way annoy me But as a wood-man ought to doe I freely may imploy me There liue I quietly alone and none to trip my talke Wherefore when I am dead and gone thinke on the Wood-mans walke FINIS Shep. Tonie ¶ Thirsis the Shepheard to his Pipe LIke Desert woods with darkesome shades obscured Where dreadfull beasts where hatefull horror raigneth Such is my wounded hart whom sorrow paineth The trees are fatall shafts to death inured That cruell loue within my breast maintaineth To whet my griefe when as my sorrow waineth The ghastly beasts my thoughts in cares assures Which wage me warre while hart no succour gaineth With false suspect and feare that still remaineth The horrors burning sighs by cares procured Which forth I send whilest weeping eye complaineth To coole the heate the helpelesse hart containeth But shafts but cares but sighs horrors vnrecured Were nought esteem'd if for these paines awarded My faithfull loue by her might be regarded FINIS Ignoto An Heroicall Poeme MY wanton Muse that whilome wont to sing Faire beauties praise and Venus sweet delight Of late had chang'd the tenor of her string To higher tunes then serue for Cupids fight Shrill Trumpets sound sharpe swords and Lances strong Warre bloud and death were matter of her song The God of Loue by chance had heard thereof That I was prou'd a rebell to his crowne Fit words for warre quoth he with angry scoffe A likely man to write of Mars his frowne Well are they sped whose praises he shall write Whose wanton Pen can nought but loue indite This said he whiskt his party-colour'd wings And downe to earth he comes more swift then thought Then to my heart in angry haste he flings To see what change these newes of warres had wrought He pries and lookes he ransacks eu'ry vaine Yet finds he nought saue loue and louers paine Then I that now perceiu'd his needlesse feare With heauie smile began to plead my cause In vaine quoth I this endlesse griefe I beare In vaine I striue to keepe thy grieuous Lawes If after proofe so often trusty found Vniust suspect condemne me as vnsound Is this the guerdon of my faithfull heart Is this the hope on which my life is staide Is this the ease of neuer-ceasing smart Is this the price that for my paines is paide Yet better serue fierce Mars in bloudie field Where death or conquest end or ioy doth yeeld Long haue I seru'd what is my pay but paine Oft haue I sude what gaine I but delay My faithfull loue is quited with disdaine My griefe a game my pen is made a play Yea loue that doth in other fauour finde In me is counted madnesse out of kinde And last of all but grieuous most of all Thy selfe sweet loue hath kild me with suspect Could loue beleeue that I from loue would fall Is warre of force to make me loue neglect No Cupid knowes my minde is faster set Then that by warre I should my loue forget My Muse indeed to warre enclines her minde The famous acts of worthy Brute to write To whom the Gods this Ilands rule assignde Which long he sought by Seas through Neptunes spight With such conceits my busie head doth swell But in my heart nought else but loue doth dwell And in this warre thy part is not the least Here shall my muse Brutes noble Loue declare Here shalt thou see thy double loue increast Of fairest twins that euer Lady bare Let Mars triumph in armour shining bright His conquerd armes shall be thy triumphs light As he the world so thou shalt him subdue And I thy glory through the world will ring So by my paines thou wilt vouchsafe to rue And kill despaire With that he whis'kt his wing And bid me write and promist wished rest But sore I feare false hope will be the best FINIS Ignoto ¶ An excellent Sonnet of a Nimph. VErtue beautie and speech did strike wound charme My heart eyes eares with wonder loue delight First second last did binde enforce and arme His works showes sutes with wit grace and vowes-might Thus honour liking trust much farre and deepe Held pearst possest my iudgement sence and will Till wrongs contempt deceite did grow steale creepe Bands fauour faith to breake defile and kill Then griefe vnkindnes proofe tooke kindled taught Well grounded noble due spite rage disdaine But ah alas in vaine my minde sight thought Doth him his face his words leaue shunne refraine For nothing time nor place can loose quench ease Mine owne embraced sought knot fire disease FINIS S. Phil. Sidney ¶ A Report Song in a dreame betweene a Shepheard and his Nimph. SHall we goe daunce the hay The hay Neuer