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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
friend_n	worth_n	worthiness_n	worthy_a	14	3	6.7081	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13493	The sculler rowing from Tiber to Thames with his boate laden with a hotch-potch, or gallimawfry of sonnets, satyres, and epigrams. With an addition of pastorall equiuocques or the complaint of a shepheard. By Iohn Taylor.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1612 (1612)	STC 23791; ESTC S118270	25,111	50

THE SCVLLER Rowing from TIBER to THAMES with his Boate laden with a hotch-potch or Gallimawfry of Sonnets Satyres and Epigrams With an addition of Pastorall Equiuocques or the complaint of a Shepheard By IOHN TAYLOR Sum primus homo Vis ire mecum Remis Est mihi proxima ● imbe Read and then iudge Printed at London by E. A. are to be solde at the Pide-bull neere St. Austins gate 1612. TO THE RIGHT WORshipfull and worthy fauourer of learning my singular good Maister Sir WILLIAM WAAD Knight Liefetenant of his M ties Tower of London your poore seruant Iohn Taylor consecrates this his first Inuentions wishing You and Yours all happines temporall and eternall S Such is the course of this inconstant life I In which we mortall creatures draw our breath R Reason is ruld by Rage and Peace by Strife W Wit is a slaue to Will and Life to Death I I in these fickle fleeting fading times L Liue and enioy the bounty of your fauors L Let me I pray' and my vnworthy rimes I Intreat your kinde protection of my labors A As in a storme the Sheepe to shelters runne M My Muse vnto your Patronage doth flie W Whereas she hopes all Enuies stormes to shunne A And liue despight of scandals callumnie A All my endeauours then shall me perswade D Dreadles that I through greater streames will wade Your humble seruant most obesequious IOHN TAYLOR To the right worshipfull and my euer respected Mr. IOHN MORAY Esquire OF all the wonders this vile world includes I muse how 〈◊〉 such high fauors gaine How adulation cunningly deludes Both high and lowe from Scepter to the Swayne But yet if thou by flattry couldst obtaine More then the most that is possest by men Thou canst not tune thy tongue to falshoods straine Yet with the best canst vse both tongue and pen. Thy sacred learning can both scan and ken The hidden things of Nature and of Art T is thou hast raisd me from obliuions den And made my Muse from obscure sleepe to start Vnto thy wisdomes censure I commit This first borne issue of my worthles wit I T. To my deere respected friend Mr. Beniamin Iohnson THou canst not dye for though the stroake of death Depriues the world of thy worst earthly part Yet when thy corps hath banished thy breath Thy liuing Muse shall still declare thy Art The fatall Sisters and the blessed Graces Were all thy friends at thy natiuity And in thy minde the Muses tooke their places Adoring thee with rare capacitie And all the Worthies of this worthy land Admires thy wondrous all admired worth Then how should I that cannot vnderstand Thy worth thy worthy worthinesse set forth Yet beare the boldnesse of the honest Sculler Whose worthlesse praise can fill thy praise no fuller I. T. To my louing friend IOHN TAYLOR COuld my vnpractisd Pen aduance thy name Thou shouldst be seated on the wings of Fame For from thy toylesome Oare I wonder I How thy inuention flowes so iocundly Not hauing dreamd on faire Pernassus Hill With fruitfull numbers to inrich thy Quill Nor hauing washt in that Pegassion Fount Which lends the wits such nimblenes to mount VVith tickling rapture on poetique straines On Thames the Muses floate that fills thy braines Thy happy wit producde thy happy rimes VVhich shall commend thee vnto after times And worthily enrole thy name mongst those VVhose Temples are begirt with Lawrell bowes For sooth to say a worke I saw not yet Lesse helpt with learning and more grac'd with wit Then spight of Enuy and Detractions scorne Though Art thou wantst thou art a Poet borne And as a friend for names sake I le say thus Nec scombros metuentia Carmina nec Thus. Henry Taylor To the one and onely water-Poet and my friend Iohn Taylor FResh water Soldiers saile in shallow streames And mile-end Captaines venture not their liues A braine distempred brings forth idle dreames And guilded Sheathes haue sildome golden Kniues And painted faces none but fooles bewitch Thy Muse is plaine but witty faire and rich When thou didst first to Agganippe floate Without thy knowledge as I surely thinke The Nayades did swim about thy boate And brought thee brauely to the Muses brinke 〈◊〉 Grace and Nature filling vp thy Fountaine Thy muse came flowing from Pernassus Mountaine So long may flowe as is to thee most fit The boundles Ocean of a Poets wit I P. In laudem Authoris VVIt Reason Grace Religion Nature Zeale Wrought all together in thy working braine And to thy worke did set this certaine 〈◊〉 Pure is the cullor that will take no staine What need I praise the worke it selfe doth praise In words in worth in forme and matter to A world of wits are working many waies But few haue done that thou dost truly doe Was neuer Taylor shapt so fit a Coate Vnto the corps of any earthly creature As thou 〈◊〉 made for that foule Romish Goate In true discription of his deuillish nature Besides such matter of iudicious wit With queint 〈◊〉 so fitting euery fancy As well may proue who scornes and spights atit Shall either shew their folly or their franzie Then let the Popes Bulls roare bell booke and candle In all the Deuills circuit sound thy curse Whilst thou with truth dost euery try all handle God blesse thy worke and thou art nere the worse And while Hells friends their 〈◊〉 foe doe proue thee The Saints on earth and God in heauen will loue thee Thy louing friend Nicholas Bretton VVHen Tybers siluer waues their Chanell leaue And louely Thames hir wonted course for sake Then foule obliuion shall thy name bereaue Drenching thy glory in her hell-bred lake But till that time this scourge of Popery Shall Crowne thy fame with immortallity Thy friend assured Maximilian Waad To my louing friend Iohn Taylor FErris gaue cause of vulgar wonderment When vnto Bristow in a Boate he went Another with his Sculler ventered more That Row'd to Flushing from our English 〈◊〉 Another did deuise a woodden Whale Which vnto Callice did from Douer saile Another with his Oares and slender Wherry From London vnto Antwerpe o're did ferry Another maugre fickle fortunes teeth Rowed hence to Scotland and ariu'd at Leeth But thou hast made all these but triuiall things That from the Tower thy watry Sculler brings To Hellicon most sacred in account And so arriued at Pernassus Mount And backe returndladen with Poets wit With all the muses hands to witnesse it Who on their Sculler doth this praise bestowe Not such another on the Thames doth rowe Thy louing friend SAMVEL ROWLANDS To my friend both by water and land IOHN TAYLOR OFt hast thou traueld for me at thy Oare But neuer in this kind did'st toyle before To turne a Poet in this peeuish tyme Is held as rare as I should write in rime For one of thy profession yet thy Art Surpasseth mine this serues to paint that part I meane thy Poetry which in thee lurkes And