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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	wrought_v	164	3	7.7001	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12600	A song or, story, for the lasting remembrance of diuers famous works, which God hath done in our time With an addition of certaine other verses (both Latine and English) to the same purpose.	Wilson, John, 1588-1667.	1626 (1626)	STC 22922; ESTC S117655	18,959	64

And on bent knees all in a fright Their sorrowes to expresse As they that found the Shepheards rod Their deuellish feats to quell All-trembling at the hand of God From their presumption fell Thus all their hopes were ouerthrowne And vtterly confounded And Popish-hunters in their owne Most cruell pit were pounded Catesby and Percy brethren sworne Were caught and pierc't together Backe ioyn'd to backe and all forlorne By one shot reaching thither Two Wrights that with their open might Against their King rebelled Of roisting rebells had the right By sword of Iustice quelled Garnett's to Gallowes garded sure Nor th' straw miraculous Where limmer drew his face demure Sau'd him from dying thus Digby did for their digging pay On Gibbit mounted vp Two Winters went the selfe same way And Keyes dranke of this Cup. Tresham had tred no other tracke If he had liu'd so long Grant had his grant the rebell-packe To end his life among Rookewood that would not better looke To hookes of baite-alluring Was faine like heauy doome to brooke With shame for euer during Fauxe like a Foxe was hanged high And Bates his strength abated Those that in treason ioyne must die The death of traitors hated They r ' dead we liue euen in their sight They r ' catcht we scap't away What should haue bin their day our night Is now their night our day Euen as those three renowned ones In furnace seuen times fired Were safe preserued flesh and bones Skin haire and cloathes vnseered The smoake deuouring at a licke All them and all entire Which in their malice were so quicke To cast them in the fire And as when Daniell was throwne Into the Lyons den They spared him but flesh and bone All-tore those wicked men So when three kingdomes with a blast From Babels flaming pit Were like to come to woefull wast Before they dream'd of it The Son of God that in the middes Of burning bush is dwelling Sau'd vs and kept his tender kiddes From clawes of Lions yelling Nay as if this vnto his Grace Had seem'd too small a thing He brought our foes into the place Where they vow'd vs to bring Alas if they had brought to passe The things they tooke in hand For Christ the Pope for Gospel Masse Had raigned in our land And euery where there had bin rife Rackes halters fire and stake Or priuie dungeon deaths by knife Hunger and poyson'd cake But God was pleas'd from bitter brunts Of Antichristian thrall To saue vs and to iust accounts Those bloody men to call Neuer since world began was thought Plot more abominable Neuer deliuerance was wrought More strange and admirable Our King was wise by a word to see Their secret deepe intent Wiser to seale that firme decree In Court of Parlament That yeere by yeere most solemne thanks Might to our God redound Who did the Popish power and pranks So mightily confound Heere to insert is not amisse Another later doome Which did befall long after this Some Romists in a roome Euen for this end that all the land More freshly might remember How God abhorr'd that plot in hand On fift day of Nouember For he is priuie to the rotten Frame of our thank-lesse minds And sees how all would be forgotten Without some fresher signes May 't please you but to reckon by Gregorian Kalendar Then will you say as much as I Am here to Register 1623. IN the one thousand yeare of grace six hundred twentie three Vpon Nouembers fift it was Some Papists did agree To meete vpon a Garret-flowre within Black-friers range Neere which the French Ambassadoure Lodg'd till this heauy change Two or three hundred thither flockt Crowding with eager lust The roome was full the doore vnlockt Some to the staires were thrust Who so repaire vnto the yard Or garden where they went Of this sad doome and vesper-hard May see the monument For 't was at Euen-song that they met Vpon the Lords owne day Which by his ordinance is set To teach vs in his way They came to heare Drury a Priest From Babell thither sent Who in his Iesuite-parrell drest Did there his matter vent Before his Sermon on his knees At his chaire feet he fell Which was rear'd vp by some degree That they might see him well There did he some short praier mutter As 't were an Aue mary No vocall praier did he vtter From vs perhaps to varie But presently fell to his Text Which was about the King Who pardon'd much to him that vext His mate for a small thing Out of which text he wringed this As some that heard him say T would goe withall such soules amisse As from their fold do stray Because forsooth their Sacraments As namely Penance doing To cancell are the Instruments What debts to God are owing He Preached by an hower-glasse An Embleme very apt To shew how neere the period was Of life by death intrapt Before the sand had run its course His breath was to be gon He made some way to his discourse But went no farther on The hand of God with sudden rush vpon the Chamber came And did the lesuite all-to crush i th' ruines of the same His soule before that heau'nly King Did answer for this action There learning best what is the thing That yeelds him satisfaction This sure I am vnlesse he did Sole Christ his pleader make And Popish merits farewell bid He could not chuse but quake With him well nigh an hundred more Men women one and other By fall of beames and vpper floore Were crushed in the smoother So much o th' Garret-flower fell As was aboue the place Where father Rediate had his Cell And Papists went to Masse But all their massing would not serue Their Priest or them at all They that from Scripture Canon swerue Must looke at last to fall Alas what shreekes follow'd their mirth What cryes most pittifull Like theirs whom once the gaping earth Into her wombe did pull Or like the dolefull noise of all That worshipt Dagons blocke On whom the house did rush and fall Whiles they did Sampson mocke Or like that dismall cry and groane Throughout the Egyptian coastes When in one night each first borne sonne Was slaine by th' Lord of hoasts Or like the Galilean moane When in sedition found The sacrificers saw their owne Blood spilt vpon the ground This sad disafter might enforce A stony heart to melt Which they in superstitious course Strongly beguiled felt Secrets belong vnto the Lord This we may well proclame What lies be damned in his word His works confute the same They went about to blaze abroad As if most cruelly Some of the Protestants by fraud Had wrought their miserie By secret drawing out of pinne Or sawing halfe asunder Some of the timber that was in The house to proppe it vnder But this 's a vaile that Satan cast Before their eyes to blind them Thereby from sight of iudgement past And due remorse to wind them For plaine it