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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
friend_n	bear_v	father_n	son_n	766	5	4.9151	4	false

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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

Po therfore a wincking dawe This is a wicked witlesse loue not to be wincked at Synce thou doste know and see thy sinne and vse to wyncke at that What meaneste thou in others faults so pearsantly to prye With Egles syghte or Epidaurs that suttle serpentes eye But if in case an other carpe sum cryme he sees in thee He is too rashe and vndiscreete and no good fellowe he A sheepe a verey gestynge stocke he treades his shoe awrye His gowne sitts slacke his heade vnkempte vnciuyle by and by But he his good and godly to and one that wills the well And thoughe his bodye be not braue greate witte may in him dwell Well ryfle thou thy conscience and looke thou be not led With any vyce which nature hath or custome in the bred In feildes vnforowde frute is none for brakes all ouer growes To blowe retreate and to returne from whence my matter flowes If we doe strongly loue a thing and lyke verey muche Thoughe faultes in it be euidente Yet we will see none suche I woulde in race of amytye such dotage we might vse And that vertue by honeste name such curtsye woulde excuse For as the father for ill shape his sonne doth not disdayne So frendes at times must beare with frendes though faultes in them remayne The sonne he squynts the father saythe he hath a pincking eye His legges misshapde the father sayth his legge but standes awrye The parents pleasure much to prayse and prattle to the ladde Thy foote is verey greate sayth he thy foote is swelde to badde Haste thou a frende that dyets harde Well call him thriftye than Haste thou a frende a bragging lout call him a follye man The king of fellowes amongste frendes for hym no better name Haste thou a frende with face of brasse that bragges without all shame Compte him of stearne and haughtye hearte that well dare speake his mynde That will not flatter nor yet feare how soeuer blowes the wynde If he be suttle call him sage if wylye call him wyse This this is it that winnes thy frendes and wun in frendship tyes But we full ill construction of vertue selfe do make And eftsones do eclipps the praise thats due for vertues sake For if wyth vs be conuersaunte sum humble lowly soule We calle him goose and disarde doulte and fowlye fatted nowle And if a man deale warylye and beare him selfe v●pryghte Amongste such folke as fos●er fraude and practise slylye sleighte For name of skilfull wyttye man and one that takes good heede He is a deepe dissemblyng man and craftye for his meede If that a man can not conceale but tell his verdicte free As I Maecenas patrone myne haue done full ofte to thee If that he speake to one thats whishte or looketh on his booke Or talke not all in printe or tune say we this coddes heade looke This asse doth wante his comon sence woes me and oute alas How doe we aggrauate such lawes as gainste our selues doth passe For faultlesse doubtles borne is none and he is euen the beste Whose lyfe syncere admitteth fewe and with the leaste is preste A frindly man as meete it is the good with bad will wey If much be bad and more be good let soulderde frendship stay Let vs in equall ballaunce paise and do as we woulde haue Wouldste thou thyne owne offences cloke in others faultes not raue It is but ryght that mum shoulde mum and perdon perdon craue For shorte in that the vyce of wrathe will be our tenaunte still And brutishe parte of moodie mynde will lodge fections ill Why do we not by reasons rule and by proportion iuste Deme of the cryme as it is done and mulcte it as we muste If that the maister byd his man from borde to take a dishe The man doth sipple vp the brothe or feede on broken fishe His maister hangs him straighte vpponte who will not houlde him mad As Labec and why not thou as frantyke and as bad Thy frende offendes and graunts his guilt thou wilt him not forgeue What arte thou then a testye churle greate pittye thou shouldste lyue If thou him hate and shun his syghte as Drusos detters doe Thou shalte be dresde lyke Drusos selfe he for to lend to moe Doth sheare and shaue and powle and presse well when his audit cums When he most hopes of best recepte and to surue we his sums Then gawlye wordes for feare of strypes when he his coumpts hath red He doth put vp with cap and knee at those which from him fled Euander cums vnto my house perhapps he drincks to much Or breaks a iugge or staines my gowne or eats my dyat suche As was preparde and plasde for me is he the lesse for this A merry grigge a iocande frende for euery sillye misse Shoulde I go baull a main●at him as he had pickte my purse Or me discryde his pledge denyed or done sum thinge thats woorse Who almost hath at any tyme thoughte faltes of equall weyghte Philosophers that bookish broode may teache the thinge by sleighte But skille and practyse counterplea and profit it denyes Profyt the nurse of iuste and righte as tyme and sequele tryes When man abandon firste the earth and scraulde out of the moulde A dum vnwyldye creature through hunger and through coulde For foode and harboure gan they fray at firste with tooth and nayle And then with clubbes and then with swor● which vse had taughte tassayle Whilste wordes ambasdors of the heart for to bewray the mynde Were put in vre and names applyed then to conserue their kynde They seaste from warres made reare vp walles and poundinge lawes did make That none should filche nor any robbe that none shoulde wedlocke brake For or that cytyes had their walls or Helen came to Troye Haue women bathde the worlde in blood the cause of dyre annoye But of the slayne was no recorde they raunged in eatche where No spousailes knowne more brute then beastes the make knew not his feare The mightieste man lyke Bulle in herde did wreake the meaner sorte Thus graunte you must that feare of wronge set ladye lawe in forte If thou wilte calender in mynde the consequents of tydes By notinge longe dyssente of tyme in what effecte it glydes Well maiste thou see that nature felth What lyke what leaue we muste Yet nature hath no pollycye to seuer wronge from iuste But reason bearing stroke in that for profit patrons ryghte If reason reele thē profytte paynts reason saues both by mighte And as she dothe so will not shee vse argument that he Which stealthe from hedge and stealthe from churche in lyke offence shoulde be Let discipline alleuied be in measure to the vyce When lyghte correction may take place fare not in tyraunts wyse Ne yet when greate outrage is wroughte with ferule doe not stryke Where iustice slakes there feare decayes when thou makste all faults lyke As purloyninge with burglarye or robbinge

noble force of flattery Farewell olde fellowe myne But so farewell that you kepe close and come to me to dyne Farewell a payre of hellyshe impes of cankred Sathans race For you are enmies vnto God And his in euery place The true precise none doo despise but all men knowe it well That they in learnynge and good lyfe moste commonly excell Not one of vs but wylls them well to keepe their godly name Nor euer thought to preiudice or to eclips the same Some be so wyse by Papistes guile they can not be abusde Yet Commodus hath fonded some it can not be excusde If I shoulde wryte of Commodus the craftes of suche lyke men The tricklynge teares for hearty griefe woulde overlode my pen. But none wyll looke to Commodus he beares the bell awaye Some guardon due for his deserte The Lorde wyll sende one day The worlde is blearde with duskyng shoes and daselde with a glose But I appeale vnto the wyse and craue redresse of those Come what can come howe muche can come I am at staye in mynde Theyr net of zeale wherwith they steale for euer to vnwynde Since God and our liege Soueraigne bulwarkes to Truthe doo stande We feare not Commodus his crafte nor Pertinax his hande ❀ THE POET REBVKETH those which d●cōmend vices in the nobilitie ▪ and do iudge such worthie to bear rule as also those whiche thinke that none base borne oughte to haue any accesse to promotion He speaketh to Mecenas and commendeth hym as one whiche hath respect onely to vertue and godly qualities The sixte Satyre NOt due discent from haughtie house nor thyne Hetrurie lande Myne owne good Lord do the cause thy name and honour styll to stande Not fathers syre not mothers syre to cheu●tant in fielde About whose banners suche a route of lustye bloods bare shielde Induce thee to be insolent as moste of gentrie be To make a mocke of meaner men for thou acceptest me Whose mother was infranchised and sayste it dothe not skyll Of petigree so that oure owne demeanour be not yll Of this full well thou arte resolude before kyng Tullie gan So tyrannous a monarchie imbecelyng freedome than By vertues spray the basest borne myght be the noblest man Leuinus he whose ancestours kyng Tarquine droue away Through lyfe corrupt and rainlesse youth dyd worke his fames decay Neglected of the commoners who onely doo admyre Nobilitie and none but them to honors would aspyre If it be so that lawlesse prankes Yea nobles discommendeth Who will prayse vs of baser blood except our lyfe amendeth For what if Leuyn were estemde and Decie were not so Leuyn a lowte and Decie stoute Yet Leuins kyndred tho Myght be induction to the rude to deeme of hym so well If that the counsayles President perchaunce should me expell From Senate house for vulgar stocke This colour woulde he make That base must byde in baser roume for ciuile profites sake But glitterynge glorie rauysheth the poore and princely state And pleasurs not a iote at lengthe lette Tullie spell his fate He myght haue past hys tyme in peace declinyng lordly lyfe His royall robes rasde rancour vp and rancoure termelesse stryfe Suche is the worlde who beares the swey assuredly is scande Howe he came vp what parentage what was his fathers lande For as the yonger that would seme moste hansome and moste braue Dothe make the mo to marke the more if he suche features haue So who so thinks to rule in realmes and aufull swey to beare To place displace to dubbe disdubbe to kepe the costes in feare The riflyng of his petigree muste thynke erewhyle to heare Durste thou say they a beggers brat in suche outtakyng rage Take on thee thus to heade the peare to hang and drawe the page Nouie woulde be a counsayler in lawe I passe hym farre Though not lyke some of fyled tongue to parle a case at barre But he can sett a face of it with his forpenned tayle In solemne syghtes he thunders so that fauters neuer fayle Lette me speake well speake what I can They laugh me styll to scorne He is to base to rule saye they in deede to basely borne Nowe grudge they me because I am becomde your houshold guest Before because in warre and f●ewe my rule was nexte the beste Thyngs muche vnlyke for be it so that honours enuyde be As fortunes gyftes yet maye I well be suppliaunt to the Whiche art by choyce of ponderyng witte of frendes prouided lo Not roumerakers nor rente rackers nor staynde with vices mo I dare not saye that fortune coulde haue wrought me suche a blisse Not loreles chaunce but Uirgils lore dyd helpe me vp to this Fyrst Uirgils voyce then Uaries prayse your presence dyd procure At myne income I lowted lawe And muttred full demure For bashefull shame dyd styll my voice and muche abridge my talke Therfore in blasing of my bloode my tongue it dothe not walke Nor howe that I doo mount on mule in countrey gawyshe games I platly power out my mynde thou answere also frames In bri●fe and fewe suche is thy wont and after certayne dayes Thou calls me home and calls my frende and this my griefe alayes A ioy to haue Mecene my frende who good from bad dothe parte Not by dissente but lyfe well led and ballaste breast with arte For if with slender single sinnes and those but very few My vpright nature be infecte as if in cumlye hue A warte or twayne be euidente it is not muche to rue If gamegroper or muckmunger I can not proue it be Nor spente my youth in daliaunce the case is well with me And be in charitable lyfe withall and euery frende I thancke my father for this gere he sente me to this ende He sente me not to lawyers shop to learne accoumpte to caste To be recorder auditor to know to fetche in faste Nor as the gentles sende their sonnes to chatter in a plea Professing law learne lawlesse lyfe and sayle in reade Sea But lyke the babes of noble birthe to Rome I was conducted With lordly artes that might be séene the beste I was instructed My garments suche retynue suche that most men did beleue My gransyres goodds did stay the route that hangde vppon my sleue My maister graue well studied and much vnlyke a sorte Who dissolute at eche smale suite do let their youth go sporte For few as tip of all good name he taughte me shamfastnes That shendful shame through worde or 〈◊〉 did neuer me oppresse Not fearing though I wente to la●e on him I shoulde complaine Nor doe I can him hartye thancke and praise him for his paine Except I mad I may be glad eke of my parente base And do milyke such kynd of skuse which sum vse in this case Pardie say they not our faulte is our parage is so meane Pardye say I my voyce and heart doth go against that clean● For if that nature woulde and coulde reclayme my