Selected quad for the lemma: england_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
england_n	bull_n	king_n	pope_n	3,168	5	6.6255	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07050	A vvhip for an ape: or Martin displaied	Lyly, John, 1554?-1606, attributed name.	1589 (1589)	STC 17464; ESTC S109947	2,800	8

A Whip for an Ape Or Martin displaied Ordo Sacerdotum fatuo turbatur ab omni Labitur passim Religionis honos Since reason Martin cannot stay thy pen We'il see what rime will doo haue at thee then A Dizard late skipt out vpon our Stage But in a sacke that no man might him see And though we knowe not yet the paltrie page Himselfe hath Martin made his name to bée A proper name and for his feates most fit The only thing wherein he hath shew'd wit Who knoweth not that Apes men Martins call Which beast this baggage seemes as t'were himselfe So as both nature nurture name and all Of that's expressed in this apish else Which Ile make good to Martin Marr-als face In thrée plaine poynts and will not bate an ace For first the Ape delights with moppes and wolves And mocketh Prince and peasants all alike This testing Iacke that no good manner knowes With his Asse héeles presumes all States to strike Whose scoffes so stinking in each nose both smell As all mouthes saie of dolts he beares the bell Sometimes his choppes doo walke in poynts too hie Wherein the Ape himselfe a Woodcocke tries Sometimes with floutes he drawes his mouth awrie And sweares by his ten bones and falselie lies Wherefore be what he will I do not passe He is the paltriest Ape that euer was Such fléering léering iarring fooles bopéepe Such hahaes téehées wéehées wild colts play Such sohoes whoopes and hallowes hold and kéepe Such rangings ragings reuelings roysters ray With so foule mouth and knaue at euery catch Tis some knaues neast did surely Martin hatch Now out he runnes with Cuckowe king of May Then in he leapes with a wild Morrice daunce Now strikes he by Dame Lawsens lustie lay Then comes Sir Ieffries ale tub tapde by chaunce Which makes me gesse and I can shrewdly smell He loues both t'one and t'other passing well Then straight as though he were distracted quite He chafeth like a cutpurse layd in Warde And rudely railes with all his maine and might Against both Knights and Lords without regarde So as Bridewell must tame his dronken fits And Bedlem helpe to bring him to his wits But Martin why in matters of such waight Doest thou thus play the Dawe and dancing foole O sir quoth he this is a pleasant baite For men of sorts to traine them to my schoole Ye noble States how can you like hereof A shamelesse Ape at your sage heads should scoffe Good Noddie now leaue scribling in such matters They are no tooles for fooles to tend vnto Wise men regard not what mad Monckies patters Twere trim a beast should teach men what to do Now Tarleton's dead the Consort lackes a vice For knaue and foole thou maist beare pricke and price The sacred sect and perfect pure precise Whose cause must be by Scoggins iests maintainde Ye shewe although that purple Apes disguise Yet Apes are still and so must be disdainde For though your Lyons lookes weake eyes escapes Your babling bookes bewraies you all for Apes The next poynt is Apes vse to tosse and teare What once their fidling fingers fasten on And clime aloft and cast downe euery where And neuer staies till all that stands be gon Now whether this in Martin be not true You wiser heads marke here what doth ensue What is it not that Martin doth not rent Cappes Tippets Gownes blacke Chiuers Rotchets white Communion bookes and Homelies yea so bent To teare as womens wimples feele his spite Thus tearing all as all Apes vse to doo He teares withall the Church of Christ in two Marke now what things he meanes to tumble downe For to this poynt to looke is worth the while In one that makes no choyce twixt Cap and Crowne Cathedrall Churches he would faine vntile And snatch vp Bishops lands and catch away All gaine of learning for his prouling pray And thinke you not he will pull downe at length Aswell the top from tower as Cocke from stéeple And when his head hath gotten some more strength To play with Prince as now he doth with people Yes he that now saith Why should Bishops bée Will next crie out Why Kings The Saincts are frée The Germaine Boores with Clergie men began But neuer left till Prince and Péeres were dead Iacke Leydon was a holie zealous man But ceast not till the Crowne was on his head And Martins mate Iacke Strawe would alwaies ring The Clergies faults but sought to kill the King Oh that quoth Martin thwere a Noble man A vaunt vile villaine tis not for such swads And of the Counsell too Marke Princes then These roomes are raught at by these lustie lads For Apes must climbe and neuer stay their wit Untill on top of highest hilles they sit What meane they els in euery towne to craue Their Priest and King like Christ himselfe to be And for one Pope ten thousand Popes to haue And to controll the highest he or she Aske Scotland that whose King so long they crost As he was like his Kingdome to haue lost Beware ye States and Nobles of this land The Clergie is but one of these mens buts The Ape at last on masters necke will stand Then gegge betime these gaping greedie guts Least that too soone and then too late ye feele He strikes at head that first began with heele The third tricke is what Apes by flattering waies Cannot come by with biting they will snatch Our Martin makes no bones but plainlie saies Their fists shall walke they will both bite and scratch He'il make their hearts to ake and will not faile Where pen cannot their penknife shall preuaile But this is false he saith he did but mocke A foole he was that so his words did scan He only ment with pen their pates to knocke A knaue he is that so turnes cat in pan But Martin sweare and stare as déepe as hell Thy sprite thy spite and mischeuous mind doth tell The thing that neither Pope with Booke nor Bull Nor Spanish King with ships could do without Our Martins here at home will worke at full If Prince curbe not betimes that rabble rout That is destroy both Church and State and all For if t'one faile the other néedes must fall Thou England then whom God doth make so glad Through Gospels grace and Princes prudent raigne Take heede least thou at last be made as sad Through Martins makebates marring to thy paine For he marres all and maketh nought nor will Saue lyes and strife and workes for Englands ill And ye graue men that answere Martins mowes He mockes the more and you in vaine loose times Leaues Apes to dogges to baite their skins to crowes And let old Lanam lash him with his rimes The beast is proud when men wey his enditings Let his worke go the waie of all wast writings Now Martin you that say you will spawne out Your broyling brattes in euery towne to dwell Wée will prouide in each place for your route A bell and whippe that Apes do loue so well And if ye skippe and will not wey the checke We'il haue a springe and catch you by the necke And so adiew mad Martin marre the land Leaue off thy worke and more worke hear'st thou me Thy work's nought worth take better worke in hand Thou marr'st thy worke thy worke will marre thée Worke not a newe least it doth worke thy wracke And thou make worke for him that worke doth lacke And this I warne thée Martins Monckies face Take héed of me my rime doth charme thee bad I am a rimer of the Irish race And haue alreadie rimde thée staring mad But if thou ceasest not thy bald iests still to spread Ile neuer leaue till I haue rimde th'ee dead FINIS