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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
friend_n	ask_v	know_v	sir_n	1,035	5	5.9968	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03680	A medicinable morall, that is, the two bookes of Horace his satyres, Englyshed accordyng to the prescription of saint Hierome. The wailyngs of the prophet Hieremiah, done into Englyshe verse. Also epigrammes. T. Drant. Perused and allowed accordyng to the Quenes Maiesties iniunctions; Satirae. English	Horace.; Drant, Thomas, d. 1578?	1566 (1566)	STC 13805; ESTC S104229	80,461	194

thoughe he woulde oppresse The lesse which lowred lowtishlye dispairinge all redresse The one she calde of Heccatye Kinge Plutos chamber feare The other calde Tisephonie that hath in spite no peare Fyndes serpentes furyes hellish impes the moone inflamde to reade Thou mightes haue séene the witches couch behynde the tombes of deade For beinge spyde If that I lye the dawes defyle my noule And all the theues of Rome cum in and of my fruite take toule What shoulde I shew particulers by course how they did speake The witche and goosts how they did houle againe how they did squeake How they enterred in the grounde a speakled serpentes hyde And hare of woolfes and by and by a flame there out did glyde And as the flame did grow in bulke and gan for to increase So did the waxen image lo. by smale and smale decrease I markte the drabbishe sorcerers and harde their dismall spell The matter went so harde with me there was no other boote I let a scape Dame Cannadie she moude her aged foote And trotteth on her way so harde that all her teethe out fall The other trot loste her read hyue she did her bushe with all There mightes thou fynde their coniurde hearbes their threades and knackes of arte ▪ And for to see the beldoms scarde haue laughed out thy parte ❀ IN GENERALL HE CONtrowleth people inquisitiue and importunable tatlers That he doth dialogue wyse and yet without naming of any person The nynthe Satyre I Chaunced to roome me in the stréets as ofte I vse to doe Musing I wate not of what toyes but scanninge to and froe Runs vnto me a certaine man whome erste I vnneth see Imbracing me oh pleasaunte lad how mightes thou fare quod he Well at this tyme and wishe to the all that thou canste require When as I see him haunte me still I askde him his desyre Why pardye syr know you not me I am a greate lernde man If it be so I deme of you so muche the better than Lyues fayne I woulde haue le●te him there and hereuppon I wente Now swifte now slow and told my boy tryfles to none intente In faith I was through bathde in sweate and thoughte them in good ●ase That were well in their chambers set or in sum secret place When he woulde prayse the towne or stréet● I answerde nought againe I see quod he you woulde that we were parted verye fayne But all for naughte it may not be Ile wayte vppon you now Quod I syr spare your coortesie I haue no néede of you I muste go sée a frende of mine whome you did neuer know Nye Cesars Orchardes yonde Tyber he dwelleth farre below No busnes I néedes muste I walke haue with you for this day Then lyke the heuye lodened asse myne eares downe did I lay Syr if you knew my qualityes there is no reason why Or Uiske or Uarus shoulde be more enteire to you then I. For who for number or for grace dare mell with me in ryme Or who can daunce so footinglye obseruing tune and time I can singe so melodiouslye that verye Hermogene Woulde enuye me or if he harde woulde yeelde to me I wene I thoughte to interchaunge a worde thy mother lyueth she Or any of thy kynsfolke els that standeth neede of the In good time they are broughte to stay and I remaine alone Dispatch thou me so it must be for many yeres a gone Sabella I a very chylde did reede my drerye fate In folowynge forme with tendre hande pressed vpon my pate Not poyson keene nor emnies sworde this babe away shall draw Not stitch or coughe or knobbyng gowte that makes the patiente slaw A prater shall becom his death therfore let him alwayes If he be wyse shun iangling iacks after his youthefull dayes We came to Lady Uestas churche the fourth parte of the day Whilste language passed to and fro was passed cleane away He stode in bondes as he toulde me in courte for to apeare Or sentence els definitiue shoulde passe againste him cleare If thou doste loue me frende quod he to tharches with me draw Nor can I stande vpon my féete nor knowe the cyuile law I doubte if I shoulde leaue my cause or els thy frendlye companie I pray the me not yet quod he before me by and by He preseth on my victor guyde I did succeade a pace How doth your lorde Mecenas now how stande you in his grace It is a rare and wyt●ye parte in frendship long to dwell Horace I tell the as a frende thou haste vsde fortune well If that thou woldste plante me in once in forfitte of my heade Thou shouldste no doubte haue me a frende woulde stande the in good steade Within a monethes space or twaine Mecenas I woulde claw That all the reaste mighte blow their nayles or go to shough the dawe We lyue not so as thou doste thincke no house more pure then this Nor none that from those mischeues vyle more cleane and spotles is His riches or his learning is no preiudice to me There is a place accordingly for eche in his degree A thinge thou tells vncredible I tell a ●othefaste tale Thou makes me glow faine woulde I cum to be of his counsaile If that you will you haue a grace his fauour for to win The first assaulte is very harde by suite thou maiste get in I will not fayle brybes shall corrupte his cheefist seruinge men Though once or twyce the gats be shut I will not cease yet then * Ile wayte my opportunitie to meete him in the way To leade him home to curtsey and cap him when he stayes There is no good for to be done whilste we are lyuing here Excepte we lye ●aune flatter face cap kneele ducke crouche smile flere He pratling thus a frende of mine one Fuscus Arisie Met me who knew this chatting syr almoste as well as I. Stocke stille we stande he askde me whence or whether that I woulde I halde him backe and by the hande of frendship did him houlde Squintinge his eyes he gan to nod to call me thence away And yet dissemblingly he thoughte to dallie and to play My harte in choller perboylde was I wis my frende quod I You sayd that you a matter had to tell me secretly An other tyme. I muste go see the circumcised Iues In kéeping of their Sabot ●ay what holye rytes they vse I loue not that religion I of infirmitie Am scrupulouse and therfore syr I pray the beare with me Hereafter I wilbe your man both when and where you will This day dismis me to go roume throughout the stréets my fill The churle departes and lefte me still● to féele my sharpe distresse By chaunce there cums this fellowes ●o● who now had got redresse At him by law varlet quod he I charge the for to stay And pray you Horace

day doth spende in maygames and in play The Tracian or the Serian whiche bare the pryse away And of the season of the yeare and how the morning coulde Did nip the foole in summer tyde that looke to nothinge woulde Suche talke as into eares of drabbes safelye man mighte power Through this mine hatred quickned firsts and kyndled euerye hower For if in case the noble duke did solace hym abrode Lo yonder sayde they fortunes whelpe and mokde me where I rode If from the preeuie councell cum sum muttring of the warre Then who that meetes me questions me and greetes me fayre from farre Good master you do know those goddes because of neare accesse Must we to warre on Dasia our selues in armoure dresse I harde it not Peo By gisse Horace you wil not leaue your mockinge Then on my heade in stiddie wyse let all the goddes be knocking Cesar made promisse he woulde geu● his souldiers grounde to tyll In Seyeilie or Italie Sir what is Cesars will We swearinge that I know nothinge they maruaile as at one Of famouse taciturnitie and secret gyfte alone In cise thus I spende my dayes in muche recourse of care O manor place when shall I see thy groues so freshe and fayre When shall I soundlye plye my booke and at my vacante howers C ut from the worlde profoundlye sleepe amid the fragraunte flowers Pithagoras when shall thy beanes or colewoorte sybbe of kynde Refreshe my hungry appetyte whilste I haue supte or dynde O nightes and suppers of the goddes in whiche both I and myne Make cheare at home my iollie men do feede so cleane and fyne Of all the townishe delicates of what so lykes them beste Mystraungers francklye take repaste with lyuelye harte at reste When that our sobre companye begins to warme with drincke Of purchasinge or supplantinge we do not eftsones thinke In trothe our talke it multyplyes but not of baude or queane Or who dothe friske it beste in daunce no it is chaste and cleane Of knowledge most behoueable as if in ryches be Or in vertue the chefest good I clepde felicitie If frendship springe of vse or gaine or do to vertue tende What is the good calde soueraigne what is her verye ende If any praysinge hurtefull goodes of ignoraunce do fayle Our neyghbour Seruie hearing that steppes in to tell his tale Full gosseplike the father sage beginnes his fable then The countrye mouse did enterteyne within her homelie den The citie mouse the olde hostesse her olde acquainted frende Doth welcum loth to sparple muche and yet for to vnbynde The corsey anguishe of her geste with syghtes of daintie fare Not hurded pulfe nor longe stalkd otes the prodigal doth spare She serues in mouth the curnell drye the gobbets chewde of larde To please her geste with cheefeste meates was cheeflie her regarde Her geste that tasted on eche thinge with toth of muche disdaine The rurall mouse eate new thrushde chaffe and put her selfe to paine Reseruing wheate and cockle flower two dishes of muche toy Unto the fyne fed citizen a straunger all to coy At lengthe bespeakes the cytie mouse my frende why lyke you still To lyue in countrye fastynglye vppon a craggie hill How say you can you fynde in hearte to haunte and set more by The citie then the saluage woodes marche on be boulde to trye Our earthelie soule is ruinouse not possible to flye From dinte of death by any meanes the longeste liude muste dye Wherfore good sister whilste thou maiste do bayth they selfe in blisse Remember aye how shadowye and shorte this lyfe tyme is These sayings moued the rusticall full lightlie leapeth she They both begin this gay exployte the citye for to see Benighted cum they to the towne for midnighte then did hyde The midle parte of roumie skye when both at equall tyde Did presse their foote in pallas proude where scarlet vestures reade On Iuery beddes did glose with gleames as it were glowing gleade Muche was the noble remainder or gorgiouse supper paste Whiche was bestowed in baskets shutte not clasped very faste Therfore this straunger countrie mouse on purple quishion set The townishe dame as nurturde well her noble cattes doth fette A feaste of much varyatie she like a seruinge page Dyd daine to go to bring to taste in proper personage The trauailer dothe lyke her chaunge and quyte deuoyde of feare As dedicate to feaste and wealthe doth glade her selfe with cheare All sodeynly the clappynge dore doth fraye them into flore Affrighted sore a rounde they trip Dismayed more and more Also the vaste and ample house of mastie dogges did sounde The mowse beset in sorye wyse doth shape her answere rounde Farewell I neade not suche a lyfe the harmelesse wood and caue Can comforte me with fatche and tare and so my bodye saue ☞ IT IS GOOD AND PROFItable for the Maister somtymes to beare the true and honest instruction and aduertisment of his seruant In olde tyme seruantes might speake in the moneth of December whilest Saturnes feastes were solemnised frankly and at randon The Poet bryngeth in Dauus detectyng his maysters practises The seuenth Satyre ERe whyles I listned to your wordes and sumthinge woulde haue sayde But I a seruaunte and Dauus was halfe and more a frayde Dauus a true and trustie page so much as sence will geue A frende sir so farre vnto you as I my selfe may lyue Becawse our auncitours so woulde the freedom of decembre Enioy speake out all things amisse that thou doste nowe remembre Some men do stifflye sticke to voyce and still pursue theire praye Sum to and fro now well now woorse and kepe no common stay Lyke Priscus chaunginge of his ringes who such attyre had boughte And chaungde his suites so ofte a day him selfe hathe chaungde to noughte His house and lande to morgage layde yea neede dothe him compell In simple cotage to abyde where scarce a slaue woulde dwell At Athins verye studente lyke at Rome a lustie lad I maruaile what vnstable starres what byrthsygnes once he had Volauery stickes to one trade for gowte he can not ryse And therefore nowe he fees a man to caste for him the dyse Such constaunte folke be better then those chaunglings in and oute Who plunge in euerye follye which theire heades can bringe aboute Wilte thou not say thou stretche hempe th●u whome thou meanes in thy pratlynge I meane euen the Si. How so sir knaue Da. For thou wilte still be tatling In praysinge state of forayn tymes but if that thou mighste chuse And god would place the in those worldes no doubte thou wouldste refuse Or thou in hearte didste neuer thincke whiche thou in worde hast sayde Or thou not stoutlie cleauiste to the truth as halfe vnstayde Scarce fullie yet resolude to plucke thy foote out of the myer At Rome thou loues to be abrode abrode thou doste desyre To cum to Rome and doste extoll that lyfe aboue