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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
A17043	The shepheards pipe	Browne, William, 1590-ca. 1645.; Davies, John, 1565?-1618.; Brooke, Christopher, d. 1628.; Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1614 (1614)	STC 3917; ESTC S120988	41,724	126

such reproaches moe ●…ince goodnesse neuer was without her foe Palinode ●…eleeue mee Hobinoll what I haue said ●…as more in loue to thee then hate to her Thinke on thy liberty let that bee weigh'd Great good may oft betide if wee deferre And vse some short delayes ere marriage rites Wedlocke hath daies of toile as ioysome nights Canst thou bee free From iealousy Oh no that plague will so infect thy braine That onely death must worke thy peace againe Thou canst not dwell One minute well From whence thou leau'st her locke on her thy gate Yet will her minde bee still adulterate Not Argos eyes Nor ten such spies Can make her onely thine for shee will do With those that shall make thee mistrust them to●… Hobbinoll Wilt thou not leaue to taint a virgines name●… Palinode A virgine ' yes as sure as is her mother Dost thou not heare her good report by fame Hobbinoll Fame is a lyer and was neuer other Palinode Nay if shee euer spoke true now shee did And thou wilt once confesse what I foretold The fire will bee discos'd that now lies hid Nor will thy thought of her thus long time hold Yet may shee if that possible can fall Bee true to thee that hath beene false to all Hobbinoll So pierce the rockes A Red-breasts knockes As the beleefe of ought thou tell'st mee now Yet bee my guest to morrow Pallinode Speed your plough I feare ere long You 'le sing a song Like that was sung heereby not long ago Where there is carrion neuer wants a crow Hobinoll Ill tuto●…'d Swaine If one the plaine Thy sheep hence-forward come where mine do feed They shall bee sure to smart for thy misdeed Palinode Such are the thankes a friends fore-warning brings Now by the loue I euer bore thee stay Meete not mishaps themselues haue speedy wings Hobbinoll It is in vaine Farewell I must away FINIS W. B. OTHER EGLOGVES BY Mr. BROOKE Mr. WITHER and Mr. DAVI●…S LONDON Printed by N. O. for G. Norton 1614. To his much loued friend Mr W. Browne of the Inner Temple D. D. Cuttie WIlly well met now whiles thy flockes do feed So dangerlesse and free from any feare Lay by thy Hooke and take thy pleasant Reed And with thy melody reblesse mine eare Which vpon Lammas last and on this plaine Thou plaidst so sweetly to thy skipping Traine Willy I Cutty then I plaid vnto my sheepe Notes apt for them but farre vnfit for thee How should my layes alas true measure keepe With thy choyce eares or make thee melodie For in thy straine thou do'st so farre exceede Thou canst not rellish such my homely Reede Cuttie Thy nicenesse shewes thy cunning nothing more Yet since thou seem'st so lowly in thy thought Who in thy Pastorall veine and learned lore Art so much prais'd so farre and neere art sought Lend me thine eares and thou shalt heare me sing In praise of Shepheards and of thee their King MY loued WILLY if there be a Man That neuer heard of a browne colour'd Swan Whose tender Pinions scarcely fledg'd in show Could make his way with whitest Swans in Poe Or if there be among the Spawne of earth That thinkes so vilely of a shepheards birth That though he tune his Reed in meanest key Yet in his braine holds not heauen earth and sea Then let him know thou art that yong browne Swan That through the winding streames of Albion Taking thy course dost seeme to make thy pace With flockes full plum'd equall in loue and grace And thou art he that though thy humble straines Do moue delight to those that loue the plaines Yet to thy selfe as to thy sort is giuen A IACOBS staffe to take the height of Heauen And with a naturall Cosmography To comprehend the earths rotunditie Besides the working plummet of thy braine Can sound the deepes and secrets of the maine For if the Shepheard a true figure be Of Contemplation as the learn'd agree Which in his seeming rest doth restlesse moue About the Center and to Heau'n aboue And in his thought is onely bounded there See's Natures chaine fastned to IOVES high Chaire Then thou that art of PAN the sweetest Swaine And farre transcending all his lowly traine In thy discoursiue thought do'st range as farre Nor canst thou erre led by thine owne faire starre Thought hath no prison and the minde is free Vnder the greatest King and tyrannie Though low thou seem'st thy Genius mounts the Hill Where heauenly Nectar doth from Ioue distill Where Bayes still grows by thunder not struck down The Victors-Garland and the Poets-Crowne And vnderneath the Horse-foote-foun●… doth flow Which giues Wit verdure and makes learning grow To this faire Hill from stormes and tempests free Thou oft repair'st for Truthes discouery A prospect vpon all times wandring mazes Displaying vanity disclosing graces Nay in some cliffe it leades the eye beyond The times horizon stripping sea and land And farther not obscurely doth deuine All future times Heere do the Muses shine Heere dignity with safety do combine Pleasure with merite make a louely twine Vitam vitalem they shall euer leade That mount this hill and Learning's path do treade Heere admiration without enui 's wonne All in the light but in the heate sit none And to this Mount thou dost translate thine Essence Although the plaines containe thy corporal presence Where though poore peoples misery thou shewe That vnder g●…iping Lords they vndergoe And what content they that do lowest lye Receiue from Good-men that do sit on hye And in each witty Ditty that surpasses Dost for thy loue make strife'mongst Country lasses Yet in thy humble straine Fame makes thee rise And strikes thy mounting forehead'●…ainst the skies Renowned friend what Trophe may I raise To memorize thy name would I could praise In any meane thy worth strike enuy dumbe But I dye heere thou liu'st in time to come States haue their Period statues lost with rust Soules to Elizium Nature yeelds to dust All monuments of Armes and Power decay But that which liues to an Eternall day Letters preserue Nay Gods with mortall men Do simpathize by vertue of the penne And so shalt thou sweete Willy then proceede And in eternall merite fame thy Reede PAN to thy fleeced numbers giue increase And Pales to thy loue-thoughts giue true peace Let faire Feronia Goddesse of the woods Preserue thy yong Plants multiply thy buds And whiles thy Rams do Tup thy Ewes do twyn Do thou in peacefull shade from mens rude dyn Adde Pinyons to thy Fame whose actiue wit With Hermes winged cap doth suite most fit Christopher Brooke THIRSIS AND ALEXIS Thirsis ALEXIS if thy worth do not disdaine The humble friendship of a meaner Swaine Or some more needfull businesse of the day Vrge thee to bee too hasty on thy way Come gentle shepheard rest thee here by me Vnder the shadow of this broad-leau'd tree For though I seeme a stranger yet mine eye Obserues in thee the markes of

heape Of this worlds good enough is vs to tell How rude the rest bene caduke how cheape But laude for well-done warks don all excell For thy we shoulden take keepe of our Race That here wee reunen and what here we doon That whan wee wenden till an other place Our souenance may here ay-gayly wonne For time will vnderfong vs and our voice Woll woxen weake and our deuising lame For life is briefe and skils beene long and choise Than spend we Time that Time may spare our Fame Look how breme Winter chamfers Earths blecke face So corbed Eld accoyes youths surquedry And in the front deepe furrowes doon enchase Inueloped with falling snow a hy Then nought can be atchieu'd with witty shewes Sith griefe of ●…lde accloyen wimble wit Than vs behonen yer Elde sick accrewes Time to forelay with spels retarding it I not what blisse is whelm'd with heau'ns coape So b●…e the pleasance of the Muse be none For when thilk gleesome ioyes han hallowed scope They beene as those that heau'ns-folke warble on I con my good for n●…w my scalpe is frost Yeelding to snow the crow-feete neere mine Eyne Beene markes of mickle preefe I haue that most Of all glees else alow han suddaine fine O how it garres old Wernock swynck with glee In that emprise that chiuen fearest fame It heats my heart aboue ability To leaue parduring souenance of my name And whan mine Engine han heau'd hy my thought An that on point-deuice eftsooones y fell O! how my heart 's ioy-rapt as I had cought A Princedome to my share of thilk Newell They beene of pleasances the alderbest Than God to forne I wol no mo but tho Tho beene the summe of all I louen best And for hem loue I life else nold I so Driue on thy flocke than to the motley plaines Where by some prill that 'mong the Pibbles plods Thou with thyne Oaten reede and queintest straines Maist rapt the senior Swaines and minor Gods That as on Ida that mych-famed Mount A Shepheard Swaine that sung lesse soote than tho●… By light loues Goddesse had the grace to mount To owe the sheenest Queene that Earth did owe So thou maist with thy past'rall Minstralsy Beating the aire atweene resounding Hils Draw to thee Bonibels as smirke as hy And wrap hem in thy loue begrey their wils For ah had Phoebus Clarkes the meanes of some Worse Clarkes paravnter so to sing at ease They soone would make high long-wing'd haggards And vaile vnto their Lures so on hem seise come For bright Nymphes bu xume Breastes do eas'ly ope To let in thirling notes of noted laies For deftly song they han a charming scope So Nymphs themselues adore Brows girt with Bayes Than Willy ah for pitty of thine heart That drouping yearnes at misses of these times Take thou thy Pipe and of glee take thy part Or cheere thy selfe with cordials of thy Rimes Before the worlds sterne face the world backe-bite So flyly that her parts ne'it perceiue Morall thy matter so that tho thou smite Thou maist with tickling her dull sence deceiue Than hy thee Willy to the neighbour wasts Where thou as in another world alone Maist while thy flocke do feede blow bitter blast●… On thy loudst Pipe to make il's pertly knowne For sith the rude-crude world doon vs misplease That well deseruen tell wee hur hur owne And let her ken our cunning can with ease Aye shend or lend hur sempiterne renowne Willy Ah Wernocke so thy sawes mine heart downe thril With loue of Muses skill in speciall That I ne wot on mould what feater skill Can bee yhugg'd in Lordings pectorall Ne would I it let-bee for all the store In th'vncoth scope of both-twain hemispheres Ynough is mee perdy nor striue for more But to be rich in hery for my leeres Ne would I sharen that soule-gladding glee In th'euer gaudy Gardens of the blest Not there to han the Muses companee Which God to-fore is of the best the best Now Wernock shalt thou see so more I thee That I nill vsen any skill so mytch Faire fall my swinck as this so nice and free In case I may my name to Heauen stitch For why I am by kind so inly pulde To these delices that when I betake My selfe to other lore I more am dul'd And therefro keenely set I fall to make But well-away thy nis the way to thriuen And my neer kith for that wol sore me shend Who little reck how I by kind am giuen But hur wold force to swinck for thriftier end Hence forward then I must assay and con My leere in leefull lore to pleasen them That sib to mee would my promotion And carke for that to prancke our common Stemme For now as wends the world no skill to that Or rather but that thriues sith Swaines are now So full of contecke that they wot ne what They would so if they could they all would owe. So fares it in calme seasons with curst men If frennes forbeare at home hem to inuade They wry their peace to noy each other then By plees till they decease or fall or fade So times beene keener now with common Swaynes Than whan as forraigne foe-men with hem fought For now they swyncke but for flye Law-mens gaines Or seld they should possessen what they ought But what for this to mee it little longs To gab of sikliche notes of misery Ynough is mee to chaunten swoote my songs And blend hem with my rurall mynstrelsy But ô my Wernock how am I to thee Obligen for thy keene reencouragements To skill so mickle lou'd and sought of mee As this of making with Arts Elements I not how I shall thriue therein ne how I shall be dempt of in these nicer times But how soere so thou my workes alow I nill bee ill-apaidon with my Rimes Wernock Thou nedst not Willy wretch were I to laude Thee in thy misses for I so should bee To th'adultries of thy wits-scapes but a Baude Ne as a friend in sentence should bee free Than wend thou fairely on with thyne emprise Sing cleerely Will on mine encouragement And other Swaines more able to deuise And fixe thee for it in the firmament Ynough is mee so I may beare a part Aye in the Muses Quire with those and thee I l'e sing at ease aloud with cheerefull hart No base ne meane but Tenor of best glee Willy And I with thee woll chaunt each counter-verse So shrilly that wee 'l make thilk Quire to ring As euer do the Angels who rehearse The loudest lauds of heau'ns-Lord whan they sing So farewell Wernock mickle thankes to thee For thy freedome that canst so well deuise Phoebus now goes to glade than now goe wee Vnto our sheddes to rest vs till he rise Wernock Agree'd deere Willy gent and debonaire Wee 'l hence for rhumaticke now fares the Aire Io. Dauies FINIS To his better beloued then knowne friend Mr. BROVVNE SVch is the fate of some write