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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	word_n	world_n	worth_n	44	3	8.1130	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20834	Peirs Gaueston Earle of Cornvvall His life, death, and fortune.	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.	1594 (1594)	STC 7214; ESTC S105408	27,911	79

In bloodie lines whilst I his woes recite Inspire my muse O Heauens now from aboue To painte the passions of a princely loue His eyes about their rouling Globes doe cast To finde that Sunne from whom they had their light His thoughtes doe labor for that sweete repast Which past the daye and pleasd him all the night He countes the howers so sloly how they runne Reproues the daye and blames the loytring sunne As gorgious Phoebus in his first vprise Discouering now his Scarlet-coloured head By troublous motions of the lowring Skies His glorious beames with fogges are ouerspred So are his cheereful browes eclips'd with sorrowe Which cloud the shine of his youths-smiling morrow Now showring downe a flud of brackish teares The Epithemaes to his hart-swolne griefe Then sighing out a vollue of dispayres Which onely is th'afflicted mans reliefe Now wanting sighes and all his teares were spent His tongue brake out into this sad lament O breake my hart quoth he O breake and dye Whose infant thoughts were nurst with sweete delight But now the Inne of care and miserie Whose pleasing hope is murthered with despight O end my dayes for now my ioyes are done Wanting my Peirs my sweetest Gaueston Farewell my Loue companion of my youth My soules delight the subiect of my mirth My second selfe if I reporte the truth The rare and onely Phenix of the earth Farewell sweete friend with thee my ioyes are gone Farewell my Peirs my louely Gaueston What are the rest but painted Imagrie Dombe Idols made to fill vp idle roomes But gaudie anticks sportes of foolerie But fleshly coffins goodly gilded tombes But puppets which with others words replie Like pratling ecchoes soothing euery lie O damned world I scorne thee and thy worth The very source of all iniquitie An ougly damme that brings such monsters forth The maze of death nurse of impietie A filthie sinke where lothsomnes doth dwell A labyrinth a iayle a very hell Deceitfull Siren traytor to my youth Bane to my blisse false theefe that stealst my ioyes Mother of lyes sworne enemie to truth The ship of fooles fraught all with gaudes and toyes A vessell stuft with foule hypocrisie The very temple of Idolatrie O earth-pale Saturne most maleuolent Combustious Planet tyrant in thy raigne The sworde of wrath the roote of discontent In whose ascendant all my ioyes are slaine Thou executioner of foule bloodie rage To act the will of lame decrepit age My life is but a very mappe of woes My ioyes the fruite of an vntimely birth My youth in labour with vnkindly throwes My pleasures are like plagues that raigne on earth All my delights like streames that swiftly run Or like the dewe exhaled by the Sun O Heauens why are you deafe vnto my mone S'dayne you my prayers or scorne to heare my misse Cease you to moue or is your pittie gone Or is it you that rob me of my blisse What are you blinde or winke and will not see Or doe you sporte at my calamitie O happie climat whatso ere thou be Cheerd with those sunnes the fayr'st that euer shone Which hast those Stars which guide my destinie The brightest lamps in all the Horizon O happie eyes that see which most I lacke The pride and bewtie of the Zodiacke O blessed fountaine source of all delight O sacred sparke that kindlest Virtues fier The perfect obiect of the purest sight The superficies of true loues desire The very touchstone of all sweete conceite On whom all graces euermore awaite Thus whilst his youth in all these stormes was tost And whilst his ioyes lay speechles in a traunce His sweete content with such vnkindnes crost And lowring Fortune seem'd to looke askance Too weake to swim against the streamfull time Fore-told their fall which now sought most to clime Camelion-like the world thus turns her hue And like Proteus puts on sundry shapes One hastes to clime another doth ensue One fals another for promotion gapes Flockmell they swarme like flies about the brim Some drowne whilst others with great danger swim And some on whome the Sunne shon passing fayre Yet of their summer nothing seeme to vaunte They sawe their fall presaged by the ayre If once this planet were predominant Thus in their gate they flew with wings of feare And still with care doe purchase honor deere Thus restles Time that neuer turnes againe Whose winged feete are sliding with the Sunne Brings Fortune in to act another scene By whome the plot alreadie is begunne The argument of this same tragedie Is Virtues fall to raise vp infamie The brute is blowne the King doth now pretend A long-look'd voyage to the Holy-land For which his subiects mightie sums doe lend And whilst the thing is hotly thus in hand Blinde Fortune turnes about her fickle wheele And breaks the prop which makes the building reele I feare to speake yet speake I must perforce My wordes be turn'd to teares euen as I write Mine eyes doe yet behold his dying corse And on his hearse me thinkes I still indyte My paper is hard sable Ebon wood My pen of Iron and my inke is blood Loe here the time drue on of Edwards death Loe here the dolefull period of his yeares O now he yeeldeth vp that sacred breath For whom the Heauens do shower down fluds of teares For whom the Sunne euen mourning hides his face For whom the earth was all to vile and base May I reporte his dolefull obsequie When as my Ghost doth tremble at his name Faine would I write but as I write I die My ioyntes apald with feare my hand is lame I leaue it to some sacred muse to tell Vpon whose life a Poets pen might dwell No sooner was his body wrapt in lead And that his mournfull funerals were done But that the Crowne was set on Edwards head Sing I-o now my ghost the storme is gone The winde blowes right loe yonder breakes my day Caroll my muse and now sing care away Carnaruan now cals home within a while Whom worthie Long-shankes hated to the death Whom Edward swore should dye in his exile He was as deere to Edward as his breath This Edward lou'd that Edward loued not Kings wils performd and dead mens words forgot Now waft me winde vnto the blessed Ile Rock me my ioyes loue sing me with delight Now sleepe my thoughts cease sorrowe for a while Now end my care come day farwell my night Sweet sences now act euery one his part Loe here the balme that hath recur'd my hart Loe now my Ioue in his ascendant is In the aestiuall solstice of his glorie Now all the Stars prognosticate my blis And in the Heauen all eyes may reade my storie My comet now worlds wonder thus appeers Foretelling troubles of insuing yeeres Now am I mounted with fames golden wings And in the Tropick of my fortunes height My flood maintayned with a thousand springs Now on my back supporting Atlas weight All tongues and pens attending on my