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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
enemy_n	ambassador_n	king_n	send_v	1,788	5	5.7207	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A66795	Vox & lacrimæ anglorum, or, The true English-men's complaints to their representatives in Parliament humbly tendred to their serious consideration at their next sitting, February the 6th, 1667/8.	Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1668 (1668)	Wing W3208A; ESTC R12298	7,953	18

their Cause Who justly now are made the peoples hate That would not do them Justice in the Gate ● We pray your Honours choose out a Committee To find the Instruments that burnt our City Can one poor sensless Frenchmans life repair The losse of Britains great Imperial Chair Many there were in that vile fact detected And those that should them punish them protected When Nero did the like on famous Rome Were all her Senators and People dumb Must we be silent when incompast round With black-mouth'd Dogs that would us all confound Most hellish Plot 't was Guido Faux in grain Hatch'd by the Jesuites in France and Spain For which your Honours wisely did remember To keep another fifth day of November When these Delinquents up and down the Nation You sifted for then came your Prorogation Mean while though London in her ashes lies Yet out of her shall such a Phaenix rise Shall be a scourge and terrour unto those Who for this hundred years have been her foes Perfideous Papists shall your treachery Think ye reduce US to Idolatry Blood-thirsty Monsters we know better things Not all the pride of your dark-lanthorn Kings Nor all your Counsels of Achitophel Shall make us run your ready road to Hell Blind Blockheads we abhor your rotten Whore None but the God of Jacob we adore We beg your Honours to redeem our Trade Which in your Intervals is much decay'd Regaining that we hope such fruit 't will yeeld We on our Ruins chearfully may build We pray repeal that Law unnatural That men in question for their Conscience call 'T is cruelty for you to force men to The thing that they had rather die than do This is mans All 't is Christ's Prerogative Therefore against it 't is in vain to strive Distribute Justice with an equal hand Unto the Peer as Peasant of the Land Many true Commoners murder'd of late Yet Justice strikes not the Assassinate Why should the just Cause of the Clyent be Utterly lost wanting a double Fee Why partial Judges on the Benches sit And Juries overaw'd which is not fit Why some corrupted others wanting wit And why a Parliament should suffer it Why great mens wills should be their only Law And why they do not call to mind Jack Straw Why they do let their Reputation rot And why Carnarvan Edward is forgot Why Bloodworth would not let that dreadful Fire Extinguisht be as good men did desire And why Lifeguard-men at each Gate were set Hindring the people thence their goods to get Why were our Houses levell'd with the ground That fairly stood about the Tower round When many thousand Families were left Without a house then we must be berest Of habitations too with all the rest And share with those that greatly were distrest Why should our Mother-Queen exhaust our store Enriching France and making England poor Spending our Treasure in a forreign Land Which doth not with our Nations Intrest stand Therefore in time stay th' bleeding of this vein Lest it our Nations vital spirits drain Why England now as in the dayes of yore Must have an Intercessor Madam Shore Why upon her is spent more in a day Than would a deal of publick charge defray Why second Rosamond is made away And that remains a Riddle to this day Why Papists put in places of great trust And Protestants lay by their Arms to rust Why Courtiers rant with Goods of other mens And with Protections cheat the Citizens Why drunken Justices are tolerated And why the Gospel's almost abrogated Why Clergy-men do domineer so high That should be patterns of humility Why they do Steeple upon Steeple set As if they meant that way to Heav'n to get Who nothing have to prove themselves devout Save only this that Cromwel turn'd them out Why Tippits Copes Lawnsleeves such like geer Consume above three millions by the year Why Bell and Dragon Drones like Boar in sty Eat more than all the painful Ministry Which is one cause the Nation is so poor And when the King will find their Privy Door When Daniel shews th' impression of their feet And gives direction then hee 'l come to see 't Why Englands grand Religion now should be A Stalking-Horse to blind Idolatry Why many thousauds now bow down before it That in their Consciences do much abhor it Why Treachery is us'd by Comp●ication Fraud and Deceit the All-a-moad in fashion Why ranting Cowards in Bust-coats are put And why they Robbers turn to fill their gut Why Fools in Corporations do command Who know nor Justice nor the Law o' th Land Why he who brought our necks into this Yoke Dreads not the thoughts of Feltons fatal stroke Sure they 'r bewitch'd who think us English men Have no more courage left us than a Hen. And why that interest is become the least In the year Sixty greater than the rest We know no reason but do all consent These are the fruits of an Ill-Government Some think our Judgments do run parallel With Davids in the dayes of Israel The difference is he was a Man of God But ours have been his sore afflicting Rod To which we turn our naked backs and say Lord during thy pleasure Vive le Roy. We pray restore our faithful Ministers Whom we do own as Christ's Ambassadors Why are our Pulpits pestred with that Crew That took up Orders since black Bartholmew Who Mysteries of Gospel know no more Than that dumb Calf that Israel did adore Too late for us to you to make our moan When they have led us to destruction Must all be enemies to King and State That from the Church of England separate Must all the Meetings of the Innocent Be judg'd unlawful and to Prison sent 'T were better all such Edicts you made void And grant the Liberty they once enjoy'd Confirming that unto them by a Law Makes good the Royal Promise at Breda Tread all Monopolies into the Earth And make provision that no more get birth In this a Prince's danger chiefly lies That he is forc'd to see with others eyes From hence our Troubles rose in Forty one When that Domestick War at first begun Relieve th' Oppressed set all Prisoners free Who for their Consciences in durance be Poor Debtors who have not wherewith to pay Break off their Shackles let them go their way And let suborned Witnesses appear No more against the Innocent to swear Let no more Juries that are byassed Selected be to do what they are bid Who to fulfill mens Lusts and Cruelty Regard not though the Innocent do dye Why should our just Laws as a Cobweb be To catch small flies and let the great go free This ●urns true judgment into wormwood gall Doth for the Vengeance of th' Avenger call Then ease those Burdens under which we groan Give Liberty its Resurrection Let painful Husbandry the Child of Peace Be now encouraged since Warrs do cease Let not the poor enslaved Plow-man crave Redress from you and yet no