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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
friend_n	affection_n	good_a	love_n	1,136	5	5.0445	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A41701	A satyr against wooing with a view of the ill consequences that attend it / written by the author of The satyr against woman.	Gould, Robert, d. 1709?	1698 (1698)	Wing G1435; ESTC R28043	10,962	30

at once Unite Fram'd fit for Love and molded for Delight Delights that cannot Shou'd not be exprest O let us pause a while and wish the rest Hold hold I cry Or else 't is mortal War Stretch not your bold Hyperbole's too far Tho' all in Heav'ns design at first was good It must be with restriction understood Believe not we'd have Propagation cease But carry'd on with Innocence and Peace And Men of Sense exempted from the Rules Of wedding Misery and begetting Fools Paul's wishing all like him does make it plain Those Men that please may single Life retain His Words no other Sense but this can bear Be free from Woman and y' are free from Care 'T is true we own they were by Nature meant A Blessing to us form'd for our Content Made in Prosperity our Joys to share And in our Wants to mollifie our Care Not order'd to command us but obey And are to follow not to lead the way But we pervert that end and born to Rule Meanly degenerate into Slave and Fool Wast on their gawdy Trappings all our store Then fall down to the Idol and adore Hence to so vast a pitch her Pride does rise All that deny her Homage she 'll despise Kind neither to Desert or Wit or VVealth But hugs the Fool where she can see her Self The Mirrour that returns her Image true VVhere by Reflection she may have a view Of something always vain and always new With empty Sound and outward Gesture won But bait the Hook with Fool the Work is done Fool is their Food their only dear Delight Their daily longing and their drudge at Night The Man of Sense tho' Marriage he may hate Wou'd in his Line continue his Estate Ev'n he too if he wou'd successful prove Must Ape the Fool and seem the thing they love Tho' h' has enjoy'd her he must still adore Tho' Master be as servile as before Or chast as Ice she 'll Marry'd turn a Whore Well then you 'll say why all this Discontent You do but rail at what you can't prevent 'T was never known but Fools were num'rous still Wedlock a Snare and Wives perversly ill What Remedy can you to Man propose That he may not by Love or Marriage lose Cou'd that be done in Vain you wou'd not Write Nor Envy say 't was Prejudice and Spite I answer If Men will their Vice retain And when Convicted let their Follies Reign Ev'n Juvenal himself had writ in vain In vain as far as it relates to them That will not mend but not in vain to him For tho' we can't of Reformation boast Our well meant Labours are not wholly lost Virtue rewards its self and he that wou'd Convert the Vitious then confirms the Good But to come closer to you Wou'd we use That Aid we have and not our Wills abuse A Thousand ready helps before us stand Which the most stupid Idiot might command What Man is there that can't forbear to Cringe And hang his Hope upon that slender Hinge Who need protest a painted Drab's Divine VVhen she is daub'd more coursly then a Sign VVho need at VVomens Scorn or Coldness pine That may relieve himself with Friends and Wine VVho'd tear and rave and think his Fortune ill Because one won't when there 's so many will Why are Rich Presents squander'd every Day W' are not oblig'd to throw Estates away Why Swearing and of Lies a num'rous Rout Virtue wou'd think as well of us without Superiour we suppose we equal were Why all that Adoration Standing bare Watching their Eyes And placing to our Cost That Heav'n in them by whom our Heav'n was lost May not all these and num'rous Follies more Too shamefull here to mention be forbore Convicted thus ev'n you must give your Voice That all our Coxcombs Miseries are his Choice Then the Adventurer who wou'd happy be In Wedlock must these Precepts learn of me First where he likes he must for Marriage sue Be true himself and always think her so No Jealousy of Rivals must appear For she 'll be false if you her falshood fear Nor while you Woo be still protesting Love Large Promisers the worst Performers prove Then after Wedlock ne'er be heard contend Happy if you can make your Wife your Friend Devour her not at once but so enjoy As not to feed too sparingly or Cloy By dext'rous Management you still must shew Her good results from her Delight in you Give her full freedom too severe restraint Estranges Love and makes Affection faint Let her wear whet she will your Happiness Lies in your being easy not her Dress No sullenness must in your looks be worn And all her Pets must patiently be born For y' are her Cuckold if y' are once her scorn If all this keeps her not to Virtue fast Conclude no Woman ever yet was Chast But if this Usage does her Soul encline To Truth she 's happy and her Joy is thine And only so the Marriage Knot 's Divine For as it stands among the Vulgar Fry Or Gentry either where there 's Jealousy Jack Ketch s Noose is far the Holier Tye. All this is hard you 'l cry extreamly hard And if such Doctrine met the World's regard The Trade of Lisences wou'd soon be marr'd T is what one of Ten Thousand ne'er cou'd do Faith Sir I am of your Opinion too 'T is therefore I 'm so earnest with the Men Before they Noose to think and think agen If with a Wife he Happiness wou'd see Just such a Creature must a Husband be Nay often too with all this Kindness shewn His Heir shall be her Bantling not his own Thus Sir I 've freely answer'd your request Marry or Marry not as like 's you best But now t is time some Counsel to bestow Upon Sir Passionate the Am'rous Beau That he at need may scape a scowring too If in his Breast he finds the Poison strong H' has then this Comfort 't will not Rack him long The warmer Love the sooner 't will be cold For no extreme in Nature long can hold But if the Venom yet more dang'rous prove Take what I here prescribe and laugh at Love First set before your Eyes as fair a Piece As ever Ancient Rome produc'd or Greece Brighter than Hellen that set Troy on Fire And chast as Infants that ne'er knew desire That Icy Virtue keeps the Lover warm For nothing that 's Immodest long can Charm Strip but this Puppet of it's Gay attire It's Gauzes Ribbons Lace Commode and Wire And tell me then what 't is thou dost admire First 't is her pretty Shoe that so prevails The charm can ne'erly in her Toes and Nails Her Leg long little wretchedly compos'd Shall hinder what is worse to be disclos'd Only her Breasts there is no passing by Because made bare to Court th' admiring Eye These when they Lace up to their Chins they Buoy And in short heavings artfully employ There they look well but when the Night is come They 'r down agen just even with the Bum. Next let her nat'ral Sett of Teeth be shown If she 's not Thirty for she then has none With eating Sweet-meats rotted from the Gum So that her Breath is not the best Perfume Her Face indeed we own were wond'rous fair If there a Head belong'd to 't that had Hair Upon old Time you may a Forelock find But theirs are false or brought round from behind Thus Woman tho by Fools and Flatt'rers Fam'd Let her Defects from Head to Foot be nam'd Is the most vain unfinish't Peice that Nature ever Fram'd This nice inspection of her Person done Let all her little Implements be shown Open her secret Boxes Patches here You 'l hoarded find her Paints and Washes there Loves artfull Lime twigs where the chatt'ring Ape Sits Perch'd and han't the Judgment to Escape Pleas'd with his Station there the Buzzard sings But finds his Shackles when he 'd use his Wings If in her Bed you e'er perceive her fast Mind how her Face is crusted o'er with Past Or nasty Oils us'd nightly to repair Her Skin quite spoil'd with taking of the Air. The scatter'd Pieces of her artfull Frame More than wou'd take up a whole Day to Name Lie strew'd around and such a Prospect Yield As Spoils when Routed Armies leave the Field Hip-Cushions Plumpers Massy Pads for Stays And thousand other things dispers'd a thousand ways So that the Fair like Bone lace when 't is wrought Can't altogether in one Piece be brought Her Toils in order and her Am'rous Gins Without five hundred Pound a Year in Pins A thoughtfull Creature must conclude from hence The best of 'em not worth that vast Expence That the short snatches of Delight we court We pay so dear for that it palls the Sport Then what a perfume where she comes is lent All over strew'd to hide her nat'ral scent So they that stink of Onions if they eat Garlick t will make the fainter smell retreat But then a stronger scent supplies the Room And so she cures her Rankness by perfume Thus Wooing different we from hunting find For there w' are pleas'd when Puss is in the Wind. If o're the Fop his Passion yet prevails And he 'l weigh Reason only in his Scales Neither to be perswaded forc'd or sham'd But proud of Bondage scorns to be reclaim'd Let him Woo on A little time will shew He is an Ass and all our Doctrine true FINIS ADVERTISEMENT UPON Information That there is a design of Publishing of something upon this Subject under the Name of the Author the Satyr against Woman this is to acquaint the World that the Author knows nothing of it and thare will be no other than this Satyr writ by him upon this Subiect