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	son_n	3,889	5	5.0905	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A92908	Troades Englished. By S.P.; Troades. English	Seneca, Lucius Annaeus, ca. 4 B.C.-65 A.D.; Pordage, Samuel, 1633-1691?	1660 (1660)	Wing S2527; Thomason E2128_2; ESTC R203504	54,854	140

long a Commonwealth Such as it was a Bane to Englands Health Where fifty Tyrants with one mouth agree To eat up Law Religion Liberty Monsters that Kings and Bishops Lands devour Kept by extorted sums the Nation poor Philosophers that changed all to gold And let goe nothing that their gripes could hold Yet these were they that needs would stiled be The Keepers of our England's Libertie But by thy power great Monck wee 'r freed again And George most bravely has the Dragon slain Ambitious Cromwell put the purple on And having slain the Father rob'd the Son Of right and title to a royall Crown To set himself up pul'd another down And what he got by rapine he made good Though by Religion cloak'd by force and blood All what our Heroes once contended for With the sad tempest of a civill War Himselfe usurp'd and gloryed in his pride To have with peace what was to Kings deny'd But yet you see the Nation scourg'd that God Renews his mercy and has burn'd his rod And Cromwell's name grows odious every where Which w 〈…〉 s obey'd not out of Love but feare Let his example your ambition curb Doe not our growing happinesse disturb By mounting of a Throne is none of yours For be assured that the sacred powers Will blast the first fruits of thy tyranny Fraud must preserve what 's got by policy And now our people us'd to subtleties To be deceiv'd by crafts are grown too wise So that the fates deny thy Regiment And people to obey no more are bent Till he arises in the Brittish spheare Whom all desire the royall Crown to wear Thou seest our griefs and knowst the wayes to cure Our Maladies thy Faith we knows too pure For to be tempted to betray our hopes Who doubts thy loyalty to treason opes A way no though tho say'st thou 'lt us deceive Such is our confidence wee 'l not believe Since one so good and great as Monck must be The onely Man can give us liberty Brittain in sackcloth has mourn'd long enough 'T is time to lay aside the Sword and Buff 'T is time to pull those Puny-Nobles down Who speak against and yet affect a Crown That those by blood and vertue truly great May be installed in their long-left seat These shining in their ermin gallantry Beget a reverence due to Majesty Now I have done and you have this to doe To bring him in for whom the Nations sue Great Charls who more then by sev'n twelve months try'd And in afflictions Furnace purifi'd Must come forth brightet then try'd gold more bright Then lustrous Sol after a darksome night Whose brighter beames of Love shall raise the slain And make our Halcyon dayes to live again England shall blesse thy name when this is done And stile the Phosphor to the rising Sun To thee shall Brittain pay her anuall vowes Whilst Ducall diadems crown thy Princely brows A PANEGYRICK ON HIS MAJESTIES Entrance Into LONDON THE Heaven 's great Star since He saluted Earth With his diurnal Light ne'r yet gave Birth To such a joyfull Day as that wherein Charles to his native England came ag'in His loyall Subjects Hearts grown big with joy The best expressions of their Love imploy To give a cherefull welcome to their King From whose arivall all our blessings Spring Whilst Foes and Traytors to his royall Sire Grown mad through Envie in their rage expire Now Phoebus ushers in the happy day Which for posterity recorded may In golden letters ever stand and bee A festival for regain'd libertie And gilding all the Heavens with his Rayes Dispenses smiles Serenity displayes Revived Subjects throng to see their prize Joy sparkles in their faces and their eyes Their tongues and hands with powerfull Eccohs sound And joyfull shouts against the heavens rebound The Aire is fill'd on every side with noyse The voyce of Warr and death now speaks their joyes The Bells have tongues which sound our Joys aloud And say that Charles is come the Drums are proud To speak his march The silver Trumpets say Charles o're three Kingdoms doth tryumph to day Which conquest got by vertues has more charms To hold a lasting peace than that by Armes London in all its gallantry doth shine Conduits convert their water into wine Adorn'd the female beauties of the Land To see their Soveraign in Ballconies stand The bravest Heroes of the Brittish Isle Usher our Caesar through the streets the while Whose sacred face with beams of Majesty Surrounded far out-vies the bravery Of his adornments and the lustrous fire Of 's eyes dismays those who deny'd his fire And him to reign now they their folly see Converted by one look of Majesty Ten thousand Hearts and knees doe humbly bow As he goes by each heart a solemne vow Prepares of praise and of obedience too For long and happy dayes to Heav'en they sue Long live great Charles and may his sacred Name Swell to that worth not to be spoke by Fame May Nestors years his Happy reign attend May heav'ns his brest with Solomons choyce befriend The people cry Loud shouts conclude the day Phoebus to th' other world hasts to display The joyfull news Night now would take her turn But flaming fires in every Corner burne Which Night to Day change Phoebus place supply And make a Day without the Heav'n's great eye 'T is true whilst Charles possesses his own right That loyall Brittains can expect no night Our regall Sun since Charles the first was slain Ecclips'd has been but now shines bright again By Heav'n enthron'd thus in his peoples hearts He shall withstand all Machivilian Arts Laurells of peace about his brows shall spread And three great Crowns surround his royall Head Ita Precatur S. P. SOME TEARS Dropt o're the Herse OF THE INCOMPARABLE PRINCE HENRY DUKE OF GLOUCESTER FAtal September to the Royal Line Has snatch'd one Heröe of our hopefull Trine From Earth 't is strange Heav n should not praedeclare A loss so grievous by some Blazing Star Which might our Senses overjoy'd alar'm And time give to prepare for so great Harm The Spring-tide of our Joy was newly Flood Paying our Thankful Vows for so much good VVe gather now under a gracious KING Inspired Bards began strong Lays to Sing VVhen ôh sad Fate Ebb'd are our Flowing Seas And Epiques chang'd to Doleful Elegies Cruel Extremes thus robb'd of Joyes the chief Thrown down like Light'ning into Seas of Grief 'T is past the reach of Mortals to divine VVhy Heav'n so soon has broke our Threefold Line VVe may not pry without a black offence Into th' Arcana's of his Providence But may believe since with a Bounteous Hand God has restor'd the Blessings of this Land That he has flung us into Griefs extreme Not out of VVrath to Us but Love to Him He was Fair Fruit sprung from a Royal Bud And grown as great by fair Renown as Blood Ripe too too soon for in a Youth so green An Harvest was of gray-hair'd