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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
friend_n	year_n	yield_v	youth_n	14	3	7.3191	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03755	H. His deuises, for his owne exercise, and his friends pleasure	Howell, Thomas, fl. 1568-1581.	1581 (1581)	STC 13875; ESTC S113292	47,409	104

Golde one heate Yet tyme vs tels who links who lyes aloofe Who byrds doth yéelde and who the bushe doth beate Wherfore I ende as Golde by fyre is tryde So friends by proofe at néedefull tymes are spyde ¶ Another way WHen once you haue false fortunes fickle whéele perceyude with paine and tryde with troubled toyle The sound to see and forged friend to féele it is not harde for falshed hath the foyle If then you finde that Fortune stands your foe let wisedome welde your wit and all your wayes So fayned friends their fayth that doe forgoe shall be ashamde and you attaine to prayse For though the whéele with care do cast you downe Yet Pallas playes when Fortune false doth frowne ¶ To his Friend M. S. IF friendship true be tryde when welth doth fayle from such as fayne and flée if fortune dowre If he a friend that séemes not then to quayle but séekes to helpe and ayde his friend to powre My Staplee then a friend thou art in déede That helps thy friend in time of nipping néede ¶ In mediocritie most safetie AS meane in Musicke soundeth beste So meane estate liues most in reste The higher clymde the fall more déepe The déeper fall the doubler paine Declyning paine doth carefull kéepe In man eche liuely limme and vaine Which prooues what change or chaunce doe fall Contented meane excéedeth all ¶ To the same THe high estate is daungerous The poore degrée is burdenous The welthie sorte are couetous The needie soule is dolorous The youthfull Imps are prodigall The aged be to riches thrall The bolder men foolehard ye-call And fearefull wightes are dastards all Then yll eschew embrace things cleane Well fare the swéete and golden meane ¶ That valiant hartes are desyrous to aspyre EChe valiaunt harte and Noble minde with leftie courage hye The mightie Mountayne séekes to scale and lets the Molehill lye ¶ Aunswere THe mounting minde that hasts to climbe when Fortune whirles her wheele With double dolour is deprest if downe he chaunce to réele ¶ Another waye TO climbe to high must néedes be nought the feare to fall doth bréede disease To sinke to lowe brings carefull thought dispayring payne can neuer please The golden meane giues quiet rest Who liues betwene extremes doth best ¶ To his Friend E. R. of the Bee WHere as thy minde I sée doth mounte to buylde thy nest on hye I thinke it good in meaner sorte thy wings thou guyde to flye For loftie trées on Mountayne toppes with euery blustering blaste Are shaken sore when trées belowe doe stande both firme and faste The Bée whose force but féeble is to Beastes of bigger powre Hir selfe doth féede with Hony swéete when greater taste things sowre Which prooues the meane with minde content more happy lyfe we sée Than is to taste the sowre and sitte in seate of highe degrée From thorny shrubs and barren soyle swete sap the Bee doth sucke When bigger beastes in fertyle Fields with nipping stormes are stucke And he within his symple Cell doth dwell in safety sounde When such as séeke to sayle aloft in dole are oft times drounde Séeke not therefore with troubled minde at stately porte to riue But liue content as doth the Bée within his homely Hiue So shall thy foode be Honie swéete though Fortune smile or frowne And eke in safetie shalt thou sit when higher tumble downe ¶ Sure counsell sounde friendship OF Louers restles lyues I lyste not wryte Let learned heads describe their painefull plight But playne in termes I wishe thée euen so well As those that can fine Tales for Louers tell Whose friendly meaning if thou wilt receaue Detest disloyall loue to Uertue cleaue And séeke by honest meanes thy state to stay The vertuous lyfe doth syldome bring decay Counte not the byrds that vndisclosed bée Waygh words as winde that yéelds no certaintie For polisht words that déedes doe neuer yéelde May likened be vnto the barreyn Féelde Prouyde in youth thy aged yeares to kéepe And let fayre spéeche go lulle the fonde a sléepe Sir Machiauell such cunning nowe hath tought That wordes séeme swéete when bitter is the thought Whilst youth strength skyll welth friends coyne wil stretch Thou fayre art borne by many a guilfull fetch But if these helpes but once beginne to fainte Adieu farewell colde comfort findes complainte Take héede therefore retyre in time from those To serue their turnes that teach their tongues to glose Whose golden shews although do promise much In proofe fall out but Copper in the touch ¶ They performe not best that promise most WHat holde in hope or trust to fayre allure Shée that my swéetest yeares beguylde can tell By whome I learne there is no way so sure Ne spéedier meane to guyde a man to hell Loe he that liste such fayned hope to prooue Shall subiect line and nere raigne ouer loue The pleasure of her piercing eyes me thought Should be the lightes that leade to happinesse Alas I was to bolde but she more nought To false suche fayth and meaning nothing lesse What heauen is hid in loue who séekes to sée Must sue and serue a better Saint than shée Though tyme hath stayed the rage of my desyre Yet doth her sight renewe my festred wounde I cursse she arte that causde me to aspire In hope of truthe where no trust could be founde But tyll my soule shall breake this carefull gayle Loue may not maystred be nor I preuayle ¶ Bewtie the bayte of Vanitie A Flattering forme hath showes that soone doe passe And vade away as doth the wythered grasse The more it hastes to reache the rypest yeares The more it faylth and worse the forme apeares Of pleasant Flowers the Rose that hath no Péere The Uiolets freshe and Lyllies whyte and cléere Doe not alwayes retaine their hewe and sense And floorishe still with smell most redolente So though thou séeme of feature passing all And bearst the forme and forme as principall Whose bewtie shewes hath blasde thy shape in sight Which thou in Glasse to view takest great delight Yet tyme on poollisht forme shall furrows plowe And wrythed wrinckles péere on blemisht browe That lothe thou shalte to note thy changed hewe And hate thy forme in Mirror bright to viewe Loe Ladie fayre that bewtie is but vaine Experience shewes when Uertue voyde of staine Doth florishe freshe whome if thou doe embrace The more she growes the greater is her grace ¶ Of Fortune O Fortune false how double are thy déedes Thy painted Flowres are nought in proofe but wéedes Who are brought downe by thy most frowarde frownes Still subiect liue and trouble them redownes To slipper happes annexed are their dayes To Lyons force their bodyes are but prayes What so they winne by meritte or deserte Is from them rest by power that doth subuerte Now welthy men doe tell the wisest tales And muck is made an equall weyghing schales No reason yet but right should be of force And vertue would that

doth sinke me lowe ¶ No griefe to wante of due regarde WHere sorrow sunck in breast hath sokt vp euery ioye What comfort there but cruel care the source of sharpe anoy Adieu delightfull dayes that wretch right well may say Whose good endeuour made him dreame till wakt w c cold decay Adieu deluding hope that lulde thee so on sléepe As sléepe thy sences so bereaude that waking yet dost sléepe Sith all the fruite thou findst for long imployed paine Falles out but brakes brambles sharpe how mayst thou teares refraine When ruth is made rewarde for fayth that fauour sought What hart can choose but pine away in plaint pensiue thought And cursse eche practise still through drift of glosing guiles That dandled on true meaning minds by frawde hellish wiles To serue their turnes tyll they vnto the bones are worne And then on sodaine shake them off in greatest néede forlorne Most like the wormes that féede vpon the kernels swéete For saking huske when foode is spente to perishe vnder féete So they the hartes of men doe gnawe in péeces sinale When youth and coine are both consumde y t leaues them to their thrale As some by to much proofe haue tryed all to true Enforst to bid their golden time so fruitlesse spent adiewe ¶ Of Anger APoyson piercing to the death A Traytor to the lyfe A Foe to friendships constancie a friend to deadly stryfe Armed agaynst good counsels force weake in aduersitie A spoyler of such guiltlesse blood as is condemde by thée A troubled wyt a reaklesse hande a wrathfull hart to spill A partiall Judge a iealous wyfe where anger hath her will A wastefull pursse a greedie Foe a false suspecting thing A tickle stay a prowde disgrace a cruell Serpents sting A whip to ease a rack to rule a furie to good rest A black infecting Spring they saye that poysons man and beast A hastie heate a burning flame a wylde deuouring whelpe A forcelesse winde a furie short and last a silly helpe ¶ A New yeares gyfte L LOng may you lyue and happy yeares enioye A Among your friends to staye in blisfull state D Deuoyde of Foes safe shrowded from annoye I In all your workes God graunt you happy fate K Kindle your care to compasse heauenly things P Presse downe the worlde let not his power preuayle E Estéeme him not a Syrens song he sings M Most happy they where most his flatteries fayle B Beginne no acte but fyrst foresée the ende R Reache forth your hande to helpe the néedie still O Obserue such rules as may your state defende O Offence forbeare feare euer to doe ill K Knowe God and séeke his holy hests to holde E Example giue to make the good more bolde ¶ Another L LEt wisedome welde your witte and all your wayes A Among the best your credite twill enhaunce D Detest eche Uice by Uertue purchase prayse I In Noble moulde a Noble minde aduaunce M March on with those gainst frayle desyres that fight A And gayne the Gole where glorye great doth dwell R Resist eche wrong endeuour to doe right I Imbrace good will of such as wishe you well S Suspend to déeme the worst what euer bréede A And poyse eche poynte before you verdit giue V Untill you syft the depth of doubts in deede I It skill shall shewe to let the matter liue L Last beare in minde as course doth chaunge the yeare E Euen so all Natures workes in time doe weare ¶ Another L LAy downe your Pens that pen vnworthy prayse A Aduaunsing Dames which naught may claime by right D Direct your course a Ladies fame to raise I In eche respect that well deserues your light G Grace is a gifte deuyne giuen from aboue C Cancell the scrowles that others praise pretende A All writs are voyde that substance none doe proue V Uertue and blood this Lady both commende E Eche perfite good in her doth fyrmely rest N Noble by byrth by Nature affable D Disposed well all ill she doth detest I In euery action modest and stable S Set shape aside where Uertue hath no place H Here shape and Uertue both are ioynde in Grace ¶ Another T TYme and trust doth trie both weake and sure O O blisfull hap that trust in time maye reache T The patients paine which sicknesse doth procure H Hath health or onde at last to be his leache E Effects alas I see doe fall out harde L Lost labor reapes the crop of lyngering griefe A And friendships force through falshoode is debarde D Despite denies deserte to reache reliefe I I sée some smyle as they wers gyrte with gladnesse S Stayde vp by hope though ●●●ncht in deepe dispayre P Preferring sporte but daunted downe with sadnesse E Enioying nought yet faine to flye in th'ayre K Kept farre from you God graunt all such almoye E Embraste to be with them that lyue in ioye ¶ An Epitaph WHat hydes this hearse but quiet silente reste The surest ende of his vncertayne time Whome neyther sworde nor fyre nor age opprest But to his Ghost gaue way in haste to clime Aloft loe here the iustice of such fatall breath To haue a God the author of his death Fayth and good nature honor death and ryse The Noble harte procureth fauour moste These markes these flowres of his age are ryse Wherein both soule and sh●●●e may iustly boste Where his desyres lodge the Gods can tell Here lyeth the corse that liued and died so well ¶ A Dreame TO clime the high and hauty hyll Where Poets preace for praise by skyll I list no labour waste The water Nimphes I neuer vewde Nor Ladies of the Lake persewde That poore Acteon chaste King Arthurs Knights long since are fled In force that did excell And all those Ladies nowe lye dead Whose lyues olde Poets tell Reuealing their dealing I purpose not to wryte But dreaming a straunge thing Loe héere I doe recyte A fayre Pauillion finely pight In sléepe appeared in my sight Amidst whereof in gréene and white The Goddesse sate of all delight Be set about with Ladies true Which did to her such seruice due As fewe I déeme the like hath séene I done to any earthly Quéene Her Nimphes all they were Of such comely théere Helens face may giue place Where they appéere THese Ladies on this Goddesse bright Attendance gaue both daye and night To worke what she would will Some sitting héere some standing there As for the tyme they placed were According to their skill For Venus then in Maiestie Me thought at Banket sate Attended on most curiously As best beséemde her state Some seruing Some caruing In Office as they stoode Some playing Some singing With glad and chéerefull moode That sure me thought in Heauen I was To sée this sight it so did passe But at the last this Banket past Of Suters then a Noble route There did appeare with drooping cheare Beséeching Venus them to heare Who straight enclynde with wylling mynde