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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
faith_n	free_a	grant_v	great_a	61	3	2.1088	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B08192	The fourth boke of Virgill, intreating of the loue betweene Aeneas and Dido, translated into English, and drawne into a straũge metre by Henrye late Earle of Surrey, worthy to be embraced..; Aeneis. Liber 4. English	Virgil.; Surrey, Henry Howard, Earl of, 1517?-1547.	1554 (1554)	STC 24810A.5; ESTC S125720	17,384	36

reuenge Yelden to wo when fransye had her caught Wythin her selfe then gan she wel debate Ful bent to dye the tyme and eke the meane And to her wofull syster thus she sayd In outward cheare dissemblyng her entent Presentyng hope vnder semblant glad Syster reioyce for I haue founde the waye Hym to returue or lose me from hys loue Toward th ende of the great Octian Where as the Sunne dyscendeth and declynes In the extremes of Ethiope is a place Where huge Atlas doth on hys shoulders turne The sphere so rounde wyth flamyng starres beset Borne of masile I heare should be a nunne Of the Hysperiane systers temple The garden that gyues the Dragon foode That on the tree preserues the holy fruite Wyth hony moyste and poppey that sleepe prouokes Thys woman doth auaunt by force of charme What hart she lyst to set at lybextye And other some to perece wyth heauy cares In runnyng flood to stoppe the waters course And eke the starres theyr meuinges to reuerse The gostes that walke by nyght eke to assemble Vnder thy feete th earth thou shalt behold Tremble and roare the okes fall from the hyll The Gods and thee deare syster nowe I call In wytnes and thy heade so sweete To Magike artes agaynst my wyl I bende Ryght secretely wythin our inner court In open ayre reare vp a stake of wood And hang thereon the weapon of thys man The whych he left wythin my chamber stycke Hys weedes dyspoyled all and brydeall bedde Wherein alas Syster I founde my bane Charge thereupon for so the Nunne commaundes To do away what dyd to hym belong Of that false wyght that myght remembraunce bryng Then whysted she the pale her face gan stayne Ne could yet Anne beleue her syster ment To cloke her death by thys newe sacryfice Nor in her brest suche fury dyd conceyue Neyther doth she nowe dread more greuous thyug Then folowed Sicheus death wherefore She put her wyll in vre But the Quene when thestake was reared vp Vnder the ayre wythin the inwarde court Wyth clouen oke and byllettes made of fyrre Wyth garlandes then she doth beset the place And wyth grene bowes eke crowne the funerall And thereupon hys weedes and sworde forsooke And on hys bed hys pycture she bestowes As she that wel foreknewe what was to come The aulters stande about and eke the Nunne Wyth sparkeied tresse the whych three hundred Gods Wyth a loude voyce doth thunder out at once Erebus the griselye and Chaos eke The three folde Goddesse Proserpina And three faces of Diana the Virgin And spryncles eke the water counterfet Lyke vnto the blacke Auernes lake in hell And sprynging herbes reaped wyth brasen sythes Were sought after the ryght course of the Moone Theyr venim blacke intermyngled wyth mylke The lumpe of fleshe twene the newe borne foles eyes To reue that wynneth from the dāme her loue She wyth the Mole all in her handes deuout Stoode neare the aulter bare of the one foote Wyth vesture loose the bandes vnlased all Bent for to dye cals the Gods to recorde And gyity starres eke of her destenye And yf there were any God that had care Of louers vnequall in behest Hym she requiers of iustice to remember It was then nyght the sounde and quyet sleepe Had through the earth the wearyed bodyes caught The woods the ragyng seas were fallen to rest When that the starres had halfe theyr course declyned The feldes whyst beastes and fowles of dyuers hue And what so that in the brode longes remaynde Or yet amonge the bushye thickes of brfar Layde downe to slepe by silens of that nyght Gan swage theyr cares myndles of trauailes pas Not so the spiryt of thys Phenysian Vnhappy she that on no slepe could chaunce Nor yet myght rest in eye nor brest could entre Her cares redoble loue ryse and rage agayne And ouerflowes wyth swelling stormes of wrath Thus thynkes she then thys roles she in her mynde What shal I do shal I nowe beare the scorne For to assaye myne old woers agayne And humbly yet a nunned spouse requyre Whose maryage I haue so oft dysdeyned The Troian nauy and Teucryne vyle commaundes Folow shal I as though it should auayle That whylom by my helpe they were releued Or for because wyth kynde and myndefull folke Ryght well dothe syt the passed thankfull dede Who would me suffer admyt thys were my wyl Or scorned me to theyr proude shyppes receyue Oh wo begone full lytle doest thou wotte Or smell the broken othes of Laomedons kynde What then alone on mery Maryners Shal I wayte or borde them wyth my power Of Tyryans assembled me about And suche as I wyth trauayle brought from Tyre Dryue to the seas and force them fayle agayne But rather dye euen as thou hast deserued And to thys we wyth Ire gyue thou ende And thou syster vanquyshed wyth my teares Thou in my rage with al the myschiefe fyrst Dyd burden me and wyshe me to my foe Was it not graunted me from spousals free Lyke to wylde beastes to lyue wythout offence● Wythout taste of suche cares is there no fayth Reserued to the sinders of Sycheus Such great complaynt brake forthe out of hyr brest Whyles that Aeneas certayne to depart All thynges prepared slept in the poupe on bygh To whom in sleepe the wounted God heades forme Gan aye apeare retournyng in lyke shape As semed hym and gan hym thus aduyse Lyke vnto Mercury in voyce and hue Wyth yellowe bushe and comelye lymmes of youth O Goddesse sonne in suche case canst thou sleepe Ne yet be straught the daungers doest foresee That copasse thee nor hearest the fayre wyndes blow Dido in mynde roles vengeaunce and deceyte Certayne of death swelles wyth ●…ble Ire Wylt thou not flye whyle thou h●… tyme of flyght Straight shalt tho 〈…〉 ouered wyth sayles The blasyng brondes ●he shore staid all wyth flame And yf the morow 〈…〉 the here Come of haue 〈…〉 on syde Ful of chaun 〈…〉 en be alway Thys 〈…〉 nyght he gan hym hyde 〈…〉 sodayne vysion A●…rad starts vp from hys sleepe in hast 〈◊〉 vp hys feeres awake get vp my men Aborde your shyppes and hoyse vp sayle wyth speede 〈◊〉 God me wylles sent from Ioue agayne To hast my flyght and wrythen cables cut Oh holy God what so thou art we shal Folowe thee and all blyth obey thy wyll Be at out hand and friendly vs asyst Adresse the starres wyth prosperous influence And wyth that woord hys glysteryng sword vnshethes Wyth whych drawen he the cables cut in twayne The lyke desyre the rest embraced all All shyng in hast they wrest and forth they whurle The shores they leaue wyth shyppes the scas are spred Cuttyng the some by the blewe seas they sweepe Aurora nowe from Titans purpie bedde Wyth newe day lyght hath ouerspred the earth When by her wyndowes the Quene the crekyng days Aspyed and the nauy wyth splayed sayles departe The fhore and eke the porte of vessels