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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
friend_n	appear_v	good_a	great_a	807	5	2.3104	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13505	Taylor's motto Et habeo, et careo, et curo.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.; Cockson, Thomas, engraver.	1621 (1621)	STC 23800; ESTC S118325	25,644	70

set For money hath his nature in it still Slaue to the goodman master to the ill The Couetous amidst his store is poore The minde content is rich and seekes no more Who couets most hath least who couets least Hath most for why sufficient is a feast Wealth vnto mischiefes might my minde inchant And therefore 't is much good for me I want I want a Sonne and Heyre and I perceiue That he no portion could from me receiue Vnlesse I could bequeath him Poetry To adde more pouerty to pouerty But as I doe want Children I want care And Iealousie in which some Fathers are For many of them rake and toyle God wot To gather wealth for Heyres they ne're begot And run to Hell through mischiefes greedily For other mens misgotten Bastardy The greatest females vnderneath the skye Are but fraile vessels of mortality And if that Grace and Ver●ue be away Ther 's Honour's shame and Chastitie's decay For if inconstancie doth keepe the dore Lust enters and my Lady proues a Whore And so a Bastard to the World may come Perhaps begotten by some stable Groome Whom the fork-headed her cornuted Knight May play and dandle with with great delight And thus by one base misbegotten sonne Gentility in a wrong line may run And thus foule lust to worship may prefer The mungrell Issue of a Fruterer Or yeoman of the Bottles it may bee Or some vnmannerd rascall worse then hee And though the Stripling vp in yeares doth grow He shall want wit his father how to know But hee shall know one that will father him And with good bringing vp maintaine him trim And loues him with affection as he were His owne most naturall Primogeniter The old Knight dyes and freely giues him all And he being growne a Gallant faire and tall If with his cursed wealth hee purchase can To wed the Daughter of some Nobleman And being thus ennobled much thereby Through his Alliance with Nobility Hee may in time possesse an honour'd state Which God doth curse and all good people hate Then shall bee search'd if possible it be Before Cains birth to finde his Petigree Then is some famous coate of Armes contriu'd From many worthy families deriu'd And thus may Lust Wealth raise many a Clowne To Reputation and to high Renowne Thus many good men are deceiu'd perhaps In bowing of their knees and doffing Caps And courteously commit Idolatry To a proud branch of Lust and Lechery For my part I want meanes to gull men so I may be gull'd with others goodly show If any finde my Children meate or cloth I got them in my sleepe I le take mine oth I cannot be deceiued in my Heyres As some that are my betters may in theirs And as no Bastards my free minde perplexeth So I want Iealousie which some men vexeth Should thousand such as Hercules combine T' inspire with Iealousie this brest of mine Nor all the Goatish foule luxurious brood Could not possesse me with that frantike mood● Shee that I haue I know her continence And shee as well doth know my confidence Any yet for ought you know both she and I May want both honesty and Iealousie Though of our selues our knowledge is but small Yet somewhat we doe know and God knowes all The man whose wife will be a whore indeed His Iealousie stands but in little steed Nor can bolts locks or walls of brasse suffice Briareus hundred hands nor Argos eyes Nor all the wit in man or Diuels pate Can alter any mans allotted fate For if a Woman be to lewdnesse giuen And is not guided with the grace of Heauen Shee will finde opportunity and time In spight of watch or ward to doe the Crime But if she bee with heauenly blessings grac't As outward beautifull and inward chaste Then may foule iealousie and false suspition Against her nature alter her condition From good to bad from bad to naught and worse And turne her vertues to a vicious course For nothing can an honest minde infect So soone as Iealousie and false suspect And this foule Furie many times hath wrought To make the bad worse and the good stark naught But neuer yet by it as I could heare The good or bad one iot the better were And therefore be my wife or good or ill I Iealousie doe want and want it will I want dissimulation to appeare A friend to those to whom I hatred beare I want the knowledge of the thriuing Art A holy outside and a hollow heart But as I am the same I le euer seeme Not worse or better in mine owne esteeme For what attire so e're my corps doth hide Or whether I doe goe on foote or ride Or were I with the Kings high fauour grac'd Or at a great Lords boord at dinner plac'd And should I haue all this I were no more But a poore Waterman that at his Oare Doth for a liuing labour tug and pull And carries both the Gallant and the gull How euer others doe esteeme of me Yet as I am I know my selfe to be If I doe chance to be in company Well welcom'd amongst true Gentility I know in them it is a courteous part And that in me it can be no desert I want that high esteemed excellence Of fustian or mockado Eloquence To flourish o're or bumbast out my stile To make such as not vnderstand me smile Yet I with Non-sense could contingerate With Catophiscoes Terragrophicate And make my selfe admir'd immediately Of such as vnderstand no more then I. Besides I want the knowledge and the skill How these my lines may passe now well or ill For as a learned Poet lately writ With a comparison comparing fit Mens writings and inuentions like to Cheese Which with some stomacks very well agrees Some loue it and some cannot well disgest it Some care not for it and some quite detest it And so my lines to sundry hands may come Some pleasing and displeasing vnto some One likes it well and very well commends it A second sweares 't is naught and madly rends it A third cries mew and scrues his iawes awry And in a scornefull humour layes it by Thus some like all some somwhat some nothing And one mans liking is anothers loathing I want hope to please all men where I come I want despaire and hope I shall please some I want ingratitude to friends I want A willing mind what 's written to recant I want 'gainst any man peculiar spite I want a selfe-loue vnto what I write I want some friends that would my want supply I want some foes that would my patience trye If all things that I want I here should tell To a large volume then my booke would swell For though my selfe my wants doe boldly beare My wants of such great waight and number are That sure the burden of the things I want Would breake the backe of any Elephant Et Curo I Care I Care to thinke vpon the Theame I write For

Which they to men that want doe giue agen But he that giues should straite forget it quite What they that take in memory should write And I accept a like great guifts and small Onely to me the giuers mind is all T is a base bounty when a man releiues These prostituted whores or knaues or Theiues For still the Deuill is bountifull to those That vnto vertue are in●etterate foes But many hold it for a generous part To giue a man that 's drunke the 'tother quart And in a humor to haue Drawers trouble Throw pottle Pots downe staires to come vp dubbl● When straite vpon their knees they all accord To drinke a health to some vnworthy Lord Some fusty Madam or some carpet Knight ●Till they can neither speake or stand vpright Then being all abhominable drunke A Gallant drinkes a health vnto his Punke The which withall Sir Reuerence strait they are Inioynd to doe vpon their knees all bare If any dare deny to pledge the Drab Hee 's in great danger of a mortall Stab For he accounts it worse then blasphemie That one should there his Mistris health deny Vntill at last o're charg'd with to much wine They wallow in their vomits worse then swine Thus many a beastly rude Barbarian Gaines little of a lib'rall Gentleman A worthy spirit a rare Noble sparke True bred a merry Greeke or man of marke A right mad Troyan a most ex'lent blade As bountifull a man as e're God made Thus many an idle fellow gets a name Of Bountifull through deedes of sinne and shame Indeed hee 's liberall that spends health and wealth And precious Time in drinking others health If dropsie Drunkards falne to pouerty Should beg a Pension of his Maiesty And in their humble sutes would make it knowne How drinking of his healths they lost their owne I thinke his Highnesse ●ustly would relieue them And for Rewards to each a Halter giue them But is 't not stran●● that man so mad should be Idolatrous bare-headed on his knee Bow and fall downe vnto an absent Whore As th' only Saint or deuill he doth adore But e're hee 'le kneele vnto his God to craue For mercy his infected soule to saue Before hee 'le beg Gods pardon for his crimes He sweares him ore and ore a hundred times And takes it for a Gentlemanlike grace To spit his venome 'gainst his Makers face And with his Othes as false as black is white God dam him or renounce or sinke him quite Refuse him or if not refuse for sake him And now and then sweares Then the Diuell take him Thus he in ordinary talke affords 'Mongst truth lies more othes then other words These are the bounteous youths I car● not for And these I haue a heart that doth abhor From a rich knaue of worshipfull degree I haue a mind to spare my cap and knee To a good man that 's honest poore and wise I haue a heart that my affection ties Some sixteene times I on the Seas haue beene In Spaine and Germany both out and in At Cales at Ostend Prague and ma●● a where And yet I doe thanke God C ham here Cha● here I haue a Wife which I was wont to praise But that was in my yonger wooing dayes And though shee 's neither Shrew nor Sheepe I vow With Iustice I cannot dispraise her now She hath an Instrument that 's euer strung To exercise my patience on her tongue But past all question and beyond all doubt Shee 'l ne're infect my forehead with the Gout A married man some say ha's two dayes gladnesse And all his life else is a lingring sadnesse The one dayes mirth is when he first is married The other 's when his wife 's to burying carried One I haue had should I the other see It could not be a day of mirth to me For I as many haue when I did woo My selfe in tying fast did not vndoo But I haue by my long experience found I had beene vndone had I not beene bound I haue my bonds of marriage long enioy'd And do not wish my obligation voyd I haue a house where I doe eate and sleepe But bread nor meat or drinke in it I keepe For many Lords ●nd great men keepe good meate But I spend mine to make good fellowes eate And though no Turrets doe my house bedeck There one may breake his fast before his neck I haue a trade much like an Al●umist That ofttimes by extraction if I list With sweating labour at a woodden Ore I le get the coyn'd refined siluer Ore Which I count better then the sha●king tricks Of cuz'ning Tradsmen or rich Politikes Or any proud foole ne're so proud or wise That doth my needefull honest trade despise I haue some troubles by the which I know How flattring friends doe ebbe and foes doe flow Prosperity increaseth friendship much But aduerse Fortune tries them with the tutch By troubles and by crosses I gaine wit When dayly pleasures doe diminish it Thus by his power that All-sufficient is I haue had time and power to write all this And I haue hope that He the time will grant That I may tell of some things that I want The Motto of I haue is large and wide Which largely heere I could haue amply fide For I haue Ioy and Loue and Comforts heere And I haue folly sorrow doubt and feare I haue in part my frailty heere reueal'd I haue some Vices which I haue conceal'd I haue done as I haue then if I haue Bu● pleas'd my friends I haue gain'd what I craue Ye● my I haue as great is euery iot And as small too as any mans haue not Et Careo I want STrange is the penance of my humble Muse That must tell what I want without excuse What man without much torture would confesse His want his beggery and guiltinesse But that the World would thinke him to be mad Or that he very small discretion had Yet at this time it is my fatall lor To tell I want what other men want not And therefore to declare my wants most plaine I want a bragging or a boasting vaine In words or writing any wayes to frame To make my selfe seeme better then I am I want faire vertue to direct my course And stand against the shock of vices force And of my selfe I no way can resist 'Gainst Hell the World the Flesh or Antichrist For ought I know I want a courage stout Afflictions and temptations to keepe out And I doe feare should time of triall come My constancy would bide no Martyrdome But to helpe what I want I want despaire And hope supplies my want in all my care And as I want that bold-fac'd impudence As may giue iust occasion of offence So do I want base flattery with my pen To sooth my selfe or to taxe other men I doe want goodnesse for I cleerely see All good I doe or say is not from me And amongst all the benefits I craue