Selected quad for the lemma: england_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
england_n	bishop_n	king_n	people_n	2,823	5	4.7589	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A84507	The Earl of Strafford's ghost complaining, of the cruelties of his countrey-men, in killing one another. And perswading all great men to live honestly, that desire to die honourably. Herein also are his bad practises manifested, and the sad condition of England and Ireland, express'd and commiserated.		1644 (1644)	Wing E84; Thomason E6_33; ESTC R7062	6,778	9

The Earle of STRAFFORDS GHOST Complaining Of the Cruelties of his Countrey-men in Killing one another And perswading all great Men to live honestly that desire to die Honourably Herein also are his bad Practises manifested and the sad Condition of ENGLAND and IRELAND Express'd and Commiserated I am not come againe to amaze the eye But the corrupted soule to terrifie Let not my shape affright you but my crimes For the securitie of future times LONDON Printed according to Order for G. Bishop August 22. 1644. The Earle of STRAFFORDS GHOST Complaining of the crueltie of his Countrey men in killing one another WHat still at it Countrey men Do's your thirst increase with your drunkennes Will nothing cure your dropsie but a generall devastation Are not your veines yet dry enough Is not the earth moist enough with your blood I little thought ye had lov'd me so dearly that for my sake ye would have all bled to death as I did and indeed had I mistrusted any such matter I would for your sakes have beene honest in spight of Honour and have liv'd to give my Soveraigne better counsell O the guilt that sticks upon my sad soule will never be wash'd off with these showers of blood and teares spare them deare Countrey men sheath not your swords in one another bowels till there be none left to punish nor any to perish pray make not me your example Alas I was a mightie Malefactour you are innocent I died because I was guiltie do not you make your selves guiltie by dying Indeed I was made an Instrument i' my life time to set these warres o'foot for which my afflicted Ghost haunted with horrour can take no rest as long as they continue ther 's not a man falls nor a wound given but I am sensible of it I smart for 't so closely am I follow'd by Divine Justice for betraying Innocency Consider O yee Mortalls that live i' the same state I died in what I might have been and what I am how bravely I might have liv'd how wretchedly I died and how justly I am tormented Survay the course I ran and shun it keepe from the Court 't is infectious be not bewitch'd with the vaine hope of greatnes purchase not honour with dishonestie lest your lives and fames perish together and your Ghosts hereafter affright your posteritie with dismall apparitions and the fearefull Relations of these bloodie broiles And O King I must not flatter thee now nor need I I am out of thy power Looke upon thy owne worke and consider how other Kings liv'd and died and what fame follow'd 'em that gave their minde● to Tyrannie to crueltie to murther Hast never an honest man about thee to lay these things before thee none but villaines at thy elbow still that seeke the ruine of thee and all thy Kingdomes why where are all thy Bishops now thou 't heare them they can if they please tell the strange and true Stories of the lives of thy Predecessors they have bin forward enough to bring thee on wher 's now their wisedome and learning their zeale and affection their power and pollicie to bring thee off againe What good have their counsels done thee Poore Ireland's desolate England's desperate and Scotland's in danger and can thy Bishops make thee beleeve that thy person is in safety when thy three Kingdoms are a fire about thy eares or that the Prince may prosper when his people perish Trust 'em no longer King they f●●tter thee for their own ends and feare onely their owne falls and that makes 'em endeavour to perswade thee that the Miter and the Crowne are inseparable They love thee for their owne honours not for thine for the benefit of Rome not of England they desire thou should'st live to be subject to them rather then thy people should live to be subject to thee and therefore according to their owne law and honestie these inhumane Massacres and Murders are cryed up and kept up by their care and counsell as convenient and necessary Wher 's little Land and great Canterbury all this while do's the Tower still keepe that grace and goodnesse together Hath the holy man wrought so many miracles that they cannot all this while be reckon'd up and set downe in a Chronicle I have look'd long for him and wonder he should be so slow to follow mee that was so forward to send me packing O how carefull he was at our first acquaintance to get me into favour at Court and make mee acquainted with a Duke of his owne condition that I might be hansomly handl'd betwixt 'em and screw'd up into a capacitie of furthering Court designes and abusing the Common-wealth He tooke a great deale of paines to make me a great Counceller that he might with the lesse pains bring me and the Kingdom to nothing I must forsooth be conversant with my King and flatter him this he told me would bring me along by the path of preferment to the honour I aim'd at so I follow'd his advice and prosper'd My carriage and my councells were so approv'd of that I was held a fit man to be a Governour Away I went for Ireland where my swelling thoughts appearing in my countenance I soon purchased to the satisfaction of my soul the respect of a Prince What was then to be done Meane actions are not fit for mightie men I must exceed my Predecessors and I must please my Soveraigne all fell out according to mine own heart for I could not doe the one but I must needs doe the other so I presently bent my endeavours to subvert the laws I lik'd not and made for mine own advantage what laws I listed The power of a Prince would no longer content me so that I caus'd many times the best men to be punish'd by the hands of the basest on purpose to have my actions grac'd with the name of tyranie This was the Government I aim'd at and to maintaine this I made bold by His Majesties leave to compell the people by force of Armes to obedience Thus their lives and liberties were at my disposure honour and wealth came flowing in upon me and ambition told mee I had found out the true way to be great and happy But for all this I was not unmindfull of the worke I was put upon I stuck close to my maine busines the rise of the Papists must be the ruine of the Protestant and whether I have not prov'd faithfull in that let the world judge But O monstrous ingratitude how am I rewarded O ye Irish English and Scot'sh Catholike Gentlemen what affront have I given you if your owne plots have wrought your own destructions what 's that to me I spent my life in your quarrell and now for my paines I am tossed from one side to another and not suffered to rest in my grave which way have I deserv'd this Wherein have I been disobedient to his Majestie or crosse to any of your wicked Counsells What have I