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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
earth_n	king_n	praise_n	sing_v	9,619	5	10.4865	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04311	Englands vvelcome to Iames by the grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, defender of the faith, &c. Wherein is shewed her zealous loue, and reuerent dutie to her soueraigne. Composed into three cantoes.; Englands welcome to James.		1603 (1603)	STC 14422; ESTC S109121	9,875	31

consent let vs all say Of late there hap't a happie day Therefore reioyce reioyce therefore reioyce sing For it hath pleas'd God to giue vs a King Let all the true and noble hearts Wherewith England abounds Vnto their King of rarest parts Be loyall subiects found Sing they melodious harmony Sing welcome welcome hartily Therefore reioyce reioyce therefore reioyce and sing For it hath pleas'd God to giue vs a King The second Canto AS I was singing thus with cheerefull voice The Anticke voice appeares which earst appear'd England quoth she seeing thou hast chiefest choyce Of true Nobilitie and gallant Peeres Why dost forget to recompence their cares Who with their wisedome and their pollicie Kept thee in peace being in miserie If that their wisedomes had not well fore-seene Thy dangers eminent being in distresse When thou hadst lost thy latest Soueraigne Queene Plunging in woe wayling in wretchednesse Lamenting still thy late lost Gouernesse Thou mightst haue falne to some seditious hand Which would haue rac'd thy name and spoil'd thy land Perhaps thou may'st thus foolishly reply They knew my King had right and tytle good Therefore I might liue in securitie Seeing that there was no feare of shedding blood The way to his succession plainly stood If thou sayst thus thou proou'st thy selfe vnwise For he that hath least right will soonest rise For he whose tytle is direct and plaine And needes no varnishing to set it out And hath a spotlesse minde free from disdaine And liues secure not hauing cause to doubt And feares no feare-full foes nor rascall route He soonest is deceiu'd and soonest harm'd For being set on he is found vnarm'd When as the proude set in ambitious throane Which by vnsurping haue obtain'd a crowne Are still in feare neuer are left alone But are persu'd with dangers vp and downe Byting their lips for anger then they frowne Bending their browes thinking't a hellish thing They cannot liue as safe as lawfull King But these I say like to a watchfull snake Neuer dare sleepe but with one open eye For euery doubt doth make their sences quake And feare doth force them oft t' vse crueltie And still perseuer in their tyranie For euery bud which may but danger bring They nip it off when 't is in tender spring Thus feare at al times armed is with force When sweet security is still vnarm'd And tyrants seldome euer brooke remorse When they may gaine by others that are harm'd They care not who be colde so they be warm'd And therefore England thou hast cause to grace Those Noble Peeres which did this feare deface She hauing said I look't and turn'd me round When presently the voyce that spoke was gone I cal'd a Iury and I guilty found My selfe which carelesly had left vndone Those worthy praises which I ought t' haue done Vnto those worthyes which proclaim'd my King Then tooke my Lute and thus againe did sing A Sonnet ALL those which late were wrapt in woe With ioyfull hearts let them come sing Their passed griefe and care let goe Let them reioyce they haue a King Let them say with one ioyfull heart Vertue and wisedome shines in Court Let them giue praises to our Peeres Which thus haue sow'd their wisedomes skill Which haue abandon'd gastly feares And fram'd each thing euen to our will Let them J say with ioy and mirth Be gladsome of bright wisedomes birth Let them giue praise to pollicie Which did fore-cast what should betide And let them in their iollicie And in the prime of all their pride Giue chiefest praise to chiefest wit Let them annex iudgement to it Let them giue praise vnto the olde Whose grand experience makes them graue Whose noble vertues shine like golde Or sparkling Diamond glistring braue Let this be sung sans flatterie For 't longs to our Nobilitie Long had I not thus prais'd my happie state When I was interrupted once againe I then grew angrie cursing cruell fate Which would not let me make my pleasures plaine I lookt about with furious disdaine When I behelde the voice in angry wise Which crying said England thou art not wise Thou art as brutish now as beastly swine Which vnder the broad Beech eates vp her mast Yet to the top their eyes doe neu'r incline Looking from whence it falles they eate so fast This similye before my eyes she cast England saith she giue but attentiue eare And in an other tune thou shalt me heare The third Canto in a differing verse THen grasping hard my conscience by the hand England quoth she tho' art now in happie case Thou hast a vertuous King t'gouerne thy land And grauest wisedome flowes in euerie place Thou dost reioyce and to them praises sing Yet dost forget the giuer of thy King Gods Sonne his fathers glorious shine who raignes In statelie throne earthes prop heauens mightie stay Whome furies feare and deuils in dragging chaines Whome men and beastes and Angels bright obay Twise borne who as a Gyant tooke his race From heauen was borne for thee in stable base He laide in cribbe new borne thy state lamented He wept for thee yfram'd of lumpish clay His head which earth and haughtie heauen inuented In stable vile on stonie pillow lay Thy King heauens Queene in homelie cloutes did holde Not wrapt in roabes be-wrought with wouen golde According to the law the Octane day His tender flesh with knife of stone was shred The auncient ryte he would not disobay For thee with paine his purple bloud was shed He death of death and conquerour of sinne Thy sauing health at first did thus beginne Through tyrants rage he could not rest in manger Ambition powred out a bloudie shower He fled through desarts wilde a wandring stranger Exylde to Aegipt in his tender flower From cribbe to caue he toyl'd to Nilus strand And thence with paine reiourn'd to Iewish land What did he heere his parents he obayes He wept for thee he watched night and day With eyes and hands to heauen vp-throwne he prayes He sought no pompe no rest no earthlie sway His light his life his deedes did others teach Vntill such time as he must goe to preach Where is his home where is a place of rest Repos'd for him wherein to lay his head The little bird can frame a quiet nest The wylie Fox can haunt a resting stead From cribbe to crosse whiles breath in him remaines He found no rest but trouble toyle and paines This King thy priest and Prince of happie peace Through Iewries land did trauell too and fro To cure both sicke and sore he did not cease No raging storme could hinder him to go Where he might worke his fathers worthy will And with lifes foode might soule and body fill An Angels trumpe from heauen proclaim'd his name Iesus who came lost Adams impes to saue Whose wondrous actes deserues eternall fame He Lazarus reuiued from the graue Whose stincking coarse and rotten carkas colde Foure daies and nights was couered in the