Selected quad for the lemma: heart_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	arm_n	foot_n	leg_n	2,086	5	11.5553	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03924	The discovery of a London monster, called, the blacke dogg of New-gate profitable for all readers to take heed by.; Blacke dogge of Newgate	Hutton, Luke, d. 1596.; Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630?	1638 (1638)	STC 14031; ESTC S104334	26,913	46

white as wooll Tresses before behind a bare smooth skull And this is Time Minerva thus repli'd Which mournes to see these Hel-hounds Times abusing How thousands in their ravening iawes have dyed Slaughtering Lambes yet to the world excusing Offence with colour shadowing mighty evils By name of service and yet incarnate Devils No more quoth she but take thee to thy Pen Resolve the wise that they have beene deceiv'd Many Blacke Dogs have walk'd in shapes of men And with deceits the Common-wealth agreev'd His forme and lineaments to the world disclose That this Blacke Dog be knowne where ere he goes My Muse gan blush dreading to undertake So great a taske but Time againe replide Feare not at all Time doth the motion make Unmaske this Beast let him no longer hide Himselfe in shrowds who makes of sinnes a scoffe Worlds great'st admire when as his Uizards off Time then said I faire Time I will not use Longer delay but satisfie thy will So Time will answer for my harmelesse Muse Who wanteth worth so nigh P●rnassus hill Be briefe quoth Time with that I tooke my Pen Obeying Time without offence to men Then did I fixe mine eye upon this Beast Who did appeare first in the shape of Man Homely attyr'd of wonders not the least A Broome-mans song to sing this Dog began From street to street trudgeth along this Groome As if he would serve all the world with Broome But in a trice he did transforme his shape Which stroke a treble horror to my heart A Cerberus nay worse he thrice as wide did gape His haires all Snakes curling they will not part Cole-blacke his hew like Torches glow his eyes His breath doth poyson smoke from 's nostrils flyes His countenance ghastly fearefull grim and pale His fomy mouth still gaping for his prey With Tigers teeth he spares none to assaile His lippes Hell gates ore-painted with decay His tongue the Clapper sounding wofull knell Towling poore men to ring a peale in Hell Like sepulchre his throat is hollow made Devouring all whom dangers make a prey Bribery his hand spoyle of the poore his trade His fingers talents ceasing to betray And with his armes he foldeth men in woes Destruction stil's the path where ere he goes Me thought his brest was all of burning Brasse Through which there grew a a heart of hardest Steele His belly huge like scalding furnace was His thighes both like unto a fiery wheele His legs were long one foot like to a Hinde The other foot a Hounds of bloody kinde And in this shape I saw this monster walke About the streets most fearefull to behold But more to tell since I begin to talke Here is the tale which time would faine have told Upon a sudden rusht this Curre on me As though my life his evening prey should be Within his clutches did he cease me fast And bare me straight unto blacke Pluto's Cell When there I came he me in Lymbo cast A Stigion lake the Dungeon of deepe hell But first my legs he lock'd in Iron Bolt As if poore I had been some wanton Colt And then he gan with basest termes to braide And then he threats as though he would me kill And then he daunces for he me be●raid And then speaks faire as though he meant none ill Then like Medusa did he shake his locks And then he threatens me with Iron stocks At last he left me in that irkesome den Where was no day for there was ever night Woes me thought I the abject of all men Clouded in care quite banished from light Rob'd of the Skie the Stars the Day the Sun This Dog this Devill hath all my joyes undone Surprest with anguish sorrow griefe and woe Me thought I heard a noyse of Iron chaines Which dinne did torment and affright me so That all my senses studied what it meanes But by and by which did me comfort more There came a man which opened Lymbo's dore All leane he was and feeble too God knowes Upon his arme he bare a bunch of Keyes With Candle-light about the Cell he goes Who roughly said sir lye you at your ease Swearing an oath that I did lie too soft Who lay on ground and thus he at me scoft To see a man of feature forme and shape It did me good and partly feares exiled But when I heard him gybe me like an Ape Then did I thinke that I was thrice beguiled Yet would I venture to this man to speake Into discourses thus I gan to breake Nye me poore wretch that knowes not where I am Nor for what cause I am brought to this place Bound for the slaughter lying like the Lambe The Butcher meanes to kill within a space My griefes are more then can my tongue expresse Aye me woes me that can find no redresse Yet if thou be as thou doest seeme a man And so thou art if I doe not mistake Doe not increase if so increase thou can The cruell tortures which me wofull make And tell me first who thou thy selfe mayest be That art a man and yet doest gybe at me Seeing the feares which did my heart possesse Uiewing the teares that frickled from mine eyes He answered thus a man I must confesse I am my selfe that here condemned lies And by the law adiudg'd I am to dye But now the Keeper of these Keyes am I. This house is Newgate gently he replied And this place Lymbo where in now thou art Untill thou pay a Fine heare must thou bide With all these Bolts which doe agreeve thy heart No other place may there provided be Till thou content the Keeper with a Fee With that he turn'd as though he would away Sweet bide a while I did him so intreat Quoth he my friend I can no longer stay Yet what you want if you will drinke or eate Or have a Fire or Candle by you burne Say what you need and I will serve your turne Quoth I deare friend then helpe me to a fire Let me have Candle for to give me light Nor meat nor drinke doe I wish or desire But onely grant me gracious in thy sight And say what monster was it pl●c'd me here Who hath me almost lifel●sse made with feare Nay peace quoth he for there begins a tale Rest now content and Time will tell thee more To strive in Fetters it will small availe Seeke first to ease thy legs which will grow sore When Bolts are off we will that matter handle So he departed leaving me a Candle Away he went and leaves me to my woes And being gone I could not chuse but thinke That he was kind though first unkind in showes Who offered me both fire bread and drinke Leaving a Candle by me for to burne It eas'd my griefe and made me lesse to mourne Ioying to see who whilome had no sight I reacht the Candle which by burning stands But I unworthy comfort of the light A Rat doth rob the Candle from my hands And then a