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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
england_n	bring_v	king_n	kingdom_n	4,730	5	5.6801	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11117	Humors antique faces Drawne in proportion to his seuerall antique iestures.	Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630?	1605 (1605)	STC 21385.5; ESTC S109758	8,632	32

not his kindenesse then your case is euill As good to be behoulding to the Deuill Epigram IF you to knowe this gallant doe desire Hee is the ofspring of a couetous sire No sooner is the Father dead scarce colde But his braue Sonne beguilds his purse with golde Vnto his Fathers Closset doth he hie In faith he longs to see these Angelles flie Where like some potent fellowe in his fumes Ruffles his feathers and displayes his plumes And for his signet takes his fathers ring Angel his subiects O most gallant King To whome as one to pittie onely bent Saith he I long bewayl'd your prisonment My father he kept you in slauerie But I am come to giue you libertie Next he takes care if he shall liue or not To spend the wealth his couetous Father got Good faith t is trewe his worshippe lackes a man Hee le make a shift hee le spend it if he can Ten pound a yeare hee le giue each day three meales Onely to carrie golde after his heeles To beare foorth presents bee his apple squire To make al●gge and say Ouy Mounsire This being done out of the doores hee throwes To seeke companions my young Master goes Some twentie pound this day he doth disburse He scornes to bring home fragments in his purse Ere long his father must be layde in clay And then he sweares hee le make that day a day All the good Lāds in England at the least Must lend their presence for to grace his feast Thus euerie day he reuels and makes sporte Why he doth well his Kingdome is but short Epigram BVt who is this that commeth creeping heere That like the King of Hunger doth appeare O t is the braue resolued Gentleman That taketh Phisicke therefore looketh wan A strong purgation hee hath had of late It purg'd his Purse and hath refind his state His purpose is to liue at rest and quiet Therefore hath bound himselfe to keepe a diet For these a weeke he doth abstaine to eate Not for deuotion but for lacke of meate Alas good prodigall he knowes not where to dine His ordinarie is amongst the swine I was a foole quoth hee to thinke this thing That golden Angells had bin lame of wing VVho dares not trust his wife before his eye A horne plague meetes him for his Iealousie Epigram A Fellowe once diseased in the head Liu'd much in doubt that he was cuckoled He asked counsell of his neighbor by If any meanes there were the truth to trie His friend comes ore him with a wondrous storie Of Saint Lukes share the Cuckoldes consistorie And sayes i' ft please him thither to repayre All night to inuocate that Saint with prayer If it were so he did assure him well Ere morning come the Oracle would tell Till night was come my foole liu'd in confusion He was a fyer to trie this strange conclusion Well hee is shipped off at Lyon kaye For his boone voyage at Saint Lucas baye He landed doth vnto the alter goe Whereon amaz'd he saw great hornes to growe He makes his prayer tels the poste his plight All a colde long and teadiouse winter night And euerie night-Bird that he hear'd to creake He still suppos'd the Oracle would speake Meane while his friend he did before importune Supplide his roome and gaue my foole his fortune Well morne is come no voice that hee can heare Hee thankes the Saint that his good wife is cleere Hauing performed his obsequious rightes Forthwith is dub'd one of Saint Lucas Knights T is for his praise I hope hee hath ingroste A payre of hornes more on Saint Lucas poste Increast himselfe although his wit was worne For he returned heauier by the horne Well home he comes thinking to take a nappe Alas his head had quight out growen his cappe This made him wonder but his wife was cleene He rather thought Diana he had seene Epigram A Poore Slaue once with penurie aflicted Yet to Tobacco mightily adicted Sayes they that take Tobacco keepes their health Are worthie fellowes in a common wealth For if sayth he Tobacco were our cheare Then other victuals neuer would be deere Fye on excesse it makes men faint and meeke A pennie loafe might serue a man a weeke Were we conform'd to the Camelions fare To liue by smoake as they doe liue by ayre O how our men oppresse and spoyle their sence in making hauoke of the elements He can giue reason for what he hath spoake My Salamander liues by fire and smoake Necessitie doth cause him to repeate Tobaccos praise for want of other meate Epigram A Iolly fellow Essex borne and bred A Farmers Sonne his Father being dead T' expell his griefe and melancholly passions Had vowd himselfe to Trauell and see fashions His great mindes obiect was no trifling toy But to put downe the wandring Prince of Troy Londons discouerie first he doth decide His man must be his Pilot and his guide Three miles he had not past there he must sit He ask't if he were not neere London yet His man replies good Sir your selfe besturre For we haue yet to goe sixe times as farre Alas I had rather stay at home and digge I had not thought the worlde was halfe so bigge Thus this great worthie comes backe thoe with strife he neuer was so farre in all his life None of the seauen worthies on his behalfe Say was not he a worthie Essex Calfe The Humors that haunt a VVife A Gentleman a verie friend of mine Hath a young wife and she is monstrous fine Shee 's of the newe fantastique humor right In her attire an angell of the light Is she an Angell I● it may be well Not of the light she is a light Angell Forsooth his doore must suffer alteration To entertaine her mightie huge Bom-fashion A hoode's to base a hat which she doth male With brauest feathers in the Estridge tayle She scornes to treade our former proud wiues taces That put their glorie in their owne faire face In her conceite it is not fayre enough She must reforme it with your painters stuffe And she is neuer merrie at the heart Till she be got into her leatherne Cart. Some halfe a mile the Coach-man guides the raynes Then home againe birlady she takes paines My friend seeing what humors haunt a wife If he weare loose would leade a single life A Poore Mans pollicy NExt I will tell you of a poore man tricke Which he did practise with a polliticke This poore man had a Cowe t was all his stocke Which on the Commons fed where Catell flocke The other had a steere a wanton Beast Which he did turne to feede amongst the rest Which in processe although I knowe not how The rich mans Oxe did gore the poore mans Cow The poore man heereat vexed waxed sad For it is all the liuing that he had And he must loose his liuing for a song Alas he knew not how to right his wrong He knew his enemie had pointes of