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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
fire_n	air_n	hot_a	water_n	4,445	5	7.1413	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A46672	Jonas Redux, or, A divine warning-piece shot from the fort-royal of Ninive to all cities, countreys, kingdoms and empires to exhort them to be careful how they do admit of the dominion of sin within their respective territories, lest they fall into the like danger / Jonas Anglicus.	Janson, Henry, Sir, 1616 or 17-ca. 1684.	1672 (1672)	Wing J481; ESTC R30367	8,554	20

lay three days within a Whale By God committed to that moving Jayle And how confessing Ninive God spar'd My hand is ready and my Pen prepar'd Thou blessed Saviour by whose bloud alone The world is spar'd from like Destruction So rule my heart and hand that not a word May fall but what thy glory may afford For without thee I can to nothing tend Be my beginning middle and my end An Ancient City stood with lofty Towers Touching the Stars and rich in Fruits and Flowers Held by Assyrians and late Poets sing Was so call'd Ninive from Ninus King This stately Tygris waters all about Blest with a Horn of Plenty all throughout There nothing wanted that did need require Or that the heart of Man could well desire How hard a thing it is to bear such hap Virtue and Wealth sit seldom in one lap Whilst Ninivites with all things thus abound Reeling in darkness and the world went round Forgetting God who is the only True And giving Idols what 's his only due So leaving God which is the greatest sin All villany besides doth streight creep in All vertues chas'd out of their City walls Carry complaints to Heaven of their foul falls Bewailing so the madness of Mankind Quick-sighted to all Vice to Virtue blind Forgetting God and all besmear'd with evil Give themselves up to th' Clutches of the Devil But God above sitting ' i th' highest Throne Of 's Temples there hearing his Daughters moan Was streight provok'd to a most grievous wrath And scarce abstain'd from thund'ring Ruin forth ' Gainst all the Neighb'ring parts and burnt with Fire But that his mercy mollifi'd his Ire As that is always greater than the world Though into Millions more Transgressions hurl'd Therefore he calls good Jonas him to send And bid them all their manners for to mend Or to denounce this Doom if they go on They should be all in Conflagration gon Fire and Brimstone should be sent from Heaven Ere ' the Suns course was finisht six times seven Th' Amaz'd and doubting Prophet doth refuse So daring Gods own dictate to abuse But he 's recall'd again and changeth mind So oft as Sails are alter'd by the wind What shall I do so he begins his moan But straight his voice was strangled with a groan Yet he proceeds How shall I dare come near A people without grace or wit or fear If I go on those Villains are so rude I shall be murther'd by the multitude But if they shall repent and pardon merit As God's most gracious and forgiving Spirit Or shall not execute his Fury full Then will they scoff and kill me for a Gull No I will rather go in spite of Fate Into the Sea than to that City Gate So said he hastens to th' Seas nearest Dore And mounts a Ship bound for Cilician shore Scarce was he got clear out of sight of Land And Mariners did to their office stand But the All-seeing God observing this From Heavens heighth as all things done amiss Ah witless wretch d' ye think ye ever can Escape my hands by a Retreat to Man Opposing so my Preccepts Scylla fly And fall upon Charybdis and so dy This whilst th' Almighty ponder'd in his mind The Seas were rais'd with a Tempestuous wind Which God did call to make the Prophet quake Whilst with that storm the very earth did shake The Air and Water meets yet you 'ld think under Was th' only Seat and Region of Thunder There West and South are at a furious strife Which shall be soonest Master of his life Nay Eurus with his Oriental Steeds Doth puff and blow whilst the poor Seaman bleeds The bellowing waves do give a dismal note Like Io with her metamorphos'd throat The knowing sky was with its Lightning light Whilst guilty Seas were all involv●d in night There death 's presented to each mortal eye Which they look on and pray but cannot fly Nay what the dismall'st horror represents There 's sad confusion of all Elements And a most certain Chaos doth appear Fire Earth and Air dwell all with Water there Now you must think though hot at work cold Fear Possest each limb and Artery that was there Yet that their Ship more lightly pass those waves They throw their wealth into those wat'ry graves But Seas not sated with that Sacrifice Swell higher yet nay higher higher rise Now Thunder mixt with Lightning doth conspire To make Earth look like Air and Sea like Fire So were they toss'd in that outragious Gulf That all abord thought they held th' ears of a Wolf Thus turmoild with th' uncertainty of Fate No hopes appear the Tempest should abate So they determine to be try'd by Lot Who are the truly Innocent who not The Lots being cast Jonas is found the man In Gods disfavour deny 't if he can No he confesseth fairly I 'me a Jew And for my sake great God doth thus pursue 'T is for my sake who lately disobey'd Him who has always Earth Seas and Heavens sway'd Cast me into these waves and streight the Main Will be appeas'd and you at rest again The Mariners amazed stand and stay Hoping the storm may cease another way And so to save the man but yet no peace Nor fury of the angry billows cease Then having each one pray'd unto his God That he 'd abate the sharpness of his rod They throw poor Jonas or'e the highest Bord To see if's death their safety would afford There the wretch swims and storms are straitway said As if the Sea had made the winds afraid But the great God of Heaven caus'd a Whale To come and take him into 's living Jayl The horror that then seis'd poor Jonas heart Is not to be exprest in any part And buryed thus alive he doth complain Though yet he 's scarce come to himself again His heart doth humbly yet to God address I' th' bottom of that swimming Wilderness Almighty God who hast created all And keep'st all things created least they fall Behold me miserable Sinner here As buri'd in a living Sepulchre So in the middle plac'd of present death What hopes have I of any future breath But now my hopes are thou wilt safety bring When I 've no hopes in any mortal thing Be merciful to him that doth confess Cast not thy Servant into wretchedness Let not this fishes belly and the waves Be turn'd into my Dungeon or my Graves Deliver me O Lord from this dark Den That I may see thy Temples among'st men Then shall this fish swim sooner upon land Than I will disobey thy just command Thus gracious God was pleas'd to hear him pray In his quick Sepulchre and the third day Th' obedient Whale did straight by Gods command Cast the converted Prophet on dry land This is all truth I speak though Heathen wits Have laugh'd at this with other holy Writs And so have thrust amongst the fabulous pack A false Arion on the Dolphins back So in mans reason what 's not