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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	great_a	love_n	zone_n	17	3	12.7912	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05599	Scotlands vvelcome to her native sonne, and soveraigne lord, King Charles wherein is also contained, the maner of his coronation, and convocation of Parliament; the whole grievances, and abuses of the common-wealth of this kingdome, with diverse other relations, never heretofore published. Worthy to be by all the nobles and gentry perused; and to be layed vp in the hearts, and chests of the whole commouns, whose interests may best claime it, either in meane, or maner, from which their priuiledges, and fortunes are drawne, as from the loadstar of true direction. By William Lithgovv, the bonaventure, of Europe, Asia, and Africa.	Lithgow, William, 1582-1645?	1633 (1633)	STC 15716; ESTC S108590	34,052	62

from Heaven inherit Then Alexander let that Province be Call'd Alexandria from this Name of Thee That after Ages may the same record Thou was the first Plantator there and Lord Which simpathizeth well with that great King The Macedonian Conqu'rour who did bring The easterne World in bonds made Ganges be The Frontier of his fortunes leaving Thee This Patrimoniall place the westmost Mayne For to renew his memorie againe So Menstrie Thou with Asiaes great Commander Shall twise succeed a second Alexander Last plead I for my selfe now my request Most Royall Sir flowes from a prostrat brest Even from the Torrid Zone of myne affection I beg Thy deepest Loue and deare Protection That twixt Thy Heart and Soule two Tropicks great I vnder-plac'd may find Thy radiant heat Whose tender Care whose Deeds whose Zeale Divyne May be Heavens Aequinox to Mee and Mine That from Thy Beames I frozen may recoile As hot a flame as Parcheth Aethiops Soile So shall these Circles Hemi-spheares of Loue And these fix'd Planets which no storme can moue Be my sole Zodiack and the Horizon For to perfite and crowne my glistring Zone That Thou my Worlds great eye and thy designes May happy be through Heavens Celestiall signes So shall my Faith and duety be the Polles Whereon the Axle-Tree of thy Scepter rolles Whence let these rayes Antartick thy best glory Reflexe on Mee thine Artick Soile growne hoary And though my Saturne Cape salutes the Starre Which guides most Pilots yet who can debarre Mine Iles and Mayne dimensious bounds to yeeld Thee Martialists the best on earth for field I am thine eldest Daughter and my Birth Thy nearest Subjects living vpon Earth But why plead I so much Why paint I forth My Sonnes in their illuminary worth Since thou art postng back to Isis banks And leaues me naked onely cled with thanks● Now must I spinne my long spunne web and knit Penelope within the length of it Whilst Memphis groanes to see sad Sparta mourne Twixt two arryvalls and a quick returne Ah! well I see the Suune when at the hight Must soone declyne to bring on darksome night And are my joyes fled my Darling gone Like to the shaddow of some wandring One I I thy stay to Mee and Thy goodnight Seem'd but the glauncing of a Faulcons flight Which makes my Bowells roare my griefe resounds it There 's none can heale my sore but Thow who wounds it That shearing Sword which sharply stroke the Heart Of bleeding Loue when Aeneas did depart Neu'r rent kynd Dido with a deeper wound Than thy departure makes my Soule to stound Even like Palmeno paunting on his Bed Still wishing Death or els his ayme to wed But more kynd Turtle-set O Heart-growne-griefe To groane till Heavens soone send my playnts reliefe I see ebbe foords though shallow bellowing roare Whilst deepest streames in silence court the Shoare So mighty Cares grow mute when slender woes Find choisest tearmes slight sorrowes to disclose As deepest Loue is ever safest kept So is pale griefe more sadly closd than weept What then though woes get words I 'le deeply mourne With sighs salt teares and sobs till Thy returne The wasting Winter of the Sommers gayne Neu'r wishd the Spring the Spring the Harust againe With more celeritie than I implore Thy Presence were as oft renew'd and more Lyke to the Day-worne Pilgrime shut from light Closd with dark Coverts of the clowdie night Longs for the Aurore of the sequell Morne To see the face-blushd Thetis Sonne new borne So I wrapt vp within the gloomy shade Of sad oblivion am a Mourner made Till thy returne like to Nocturnall dew Resume refresh this flame that burnes for you Which soone I wish might be reveiu'd and seene Cled with like glory as Thow now hast beene Which if it were reciprocall O well My Comforts could aboue my griefe excell Yet since Thine absence must my Patience proue I 'le cease to mourne but never cease to loue Then in a word though thousands ly in store I 'le end and thus on my low knees implore Yea Heavens which shaddow and protect just KINGS With MIGHT and MERCY deoperculat wings Of LIGHT and GLORY still saue and defend Mine happie MONARCH both in lyfe and end With present BLESSINGS future HOPES in IOVE PEACE heere on EARTH and hence eternall LOVE FINIS EDINBVRGHS welcome ●spqn● Scotlands Crowne mever onquerd The 〈◊〉 of Scotish worthies Some certaine numbers of valiant Scots The 〈◊〉 nation The Parliament The abuse of the commoun 〈◊〉 Supers●uous posting to Court Revocation The decay of good house keeping The vanitie of prodigals Lawyers the want of planting The wrong fall vse of Tythes Valuation the vi●issitude of by mes The decay of Schooles Bankerouts The dishonest abuse of fugit●●e ma●●ages Conceald woneys Transporting of Cattell Transporting of Cornes Disembing pur●tanicall merchands 〈…〉 The d●se of T●bacco Against the wearing of Pla●ds The abuse of banning cursing Against Coles And Witches Against Brockers Against Vsurer● Concerning uagabonding Greeks The flatry of Hostillaries The scarcity of small Moneyes The abuses of d●verse offices falsly 〈◊〉 Lords The 〈◊〉 of Castles and Sea Ports The d●fect of Bridges Incursary Losses by Sea The misery of War 〈…〉 Admonitious f●●●ing● The ruine of Germany The Span yards insatiable greed of 〈◊〉 Lithgows 〈◊〉 and cruell torturs inflicted vpon him in Malaga 〈◊〉 Churches Ministers wrongd by their Parish Lairds A recommendetiou of all the Protestant Nobles to his Maiestie The house of Mar. Montrose Munteith Rothouse The Earle Home The Earls in generall ●ord Ba●ons The Condition of Papist Lords 〈…〉 ●●eignoance of ●apists Lack of Charity Sir Willi●m Alexander Lord 〈◊〉 ●f Scotland Scotlands recommendation to his Maiestie Scotland● sorrow for his Maiesties quick returne

Stranger for thou comes not so As if promiscuous neither friend nor foe Nor comes thou with sterne bloody collours flying Or with a doubtfull mynd as one a dying Nor lyke these Turkish fyre-brands of Hell The race of Ottoman that loue to quell All forts of People Persian Greeke and Iew Arabian Moore and Christian would subdew The Universe to bee but one Dominion Wherein the Spanyard too would bee his Minion Nay thou comes better so the Heavens appoynted Even in the name of GOD the LORDS anoynted So ● receaue Thee as the righteous Heyre O● Mee and myne inheritance most fayre Which shall not crowne Thee lyke these groaning bounds Hemb'd in about with the Hircanian rounds Nor comes thou to encroach on Indian Soyles To pillage Peru and to cast the spoyles Of minrall Mettalls on sterne bloody Mars Wherewith sad Epitaphs bedeck Mens Herse Nor as the Worlds Vsurper Philip did When hee betrayd Navarre vnder plots hid Nor as hee seazd on Portugale and tooke From lost Emanuell the golden Booke Nor like to Petro basely murthring downe The French at Vespers for the Sicile Crowne Lyke instances I many could afford But Tyme it traitours Mee and in a word O! thou comes well and with a Conscience just Of right indubitable Reason must On Thee confer my neuer-conquerd Crowne Which now shall Crowne Thee with the old renowne Of thine Auncestors and which birth Thee brings Descended from one hundreth and seuen Kings Which they by worth and I by valour kept Whilst myne encroaching foes with Irne I whipt But by thy leaue Sir I must let Thee see What kynd of Crowne I now present to Thee A Mayden Crowne vnconquerd neuer wone Since Fergus my first Monarch it begunne And so from him to Kenneth who subdued The Pights and in their blood his hands imbrewd Whence bloody battells and braue chivalrye From race to race kept and maintaynd it free Whilst neither Danes nor English Saxons could With awfull Romans this Crowne get or hould Such were my forces in my Champions strong That still keept it and Mee from forraine wrong What should I speake of Wallace Bruce and Grahame The Dowglasses and Stewarts of great fame With thousands moe of much renowned worth Which my true Chronicle vively sets foorth But leaue Thee there to reade what deeds were wrought And for thy matchles Auncients stoutly fought How many hundreth thowsand Lyves were lost Which from my bowells sprung nay I dare boast Of Millions which to saue this Crowne for Thee And purchase freedome car'd not for to dye So lyke I sweare if lyke were to invade My Crowne their fates in fields of blood should wade Than let not evill Counsell Thee invest Nor trechrous Sicophant thy peace molest For I haue none which burrow of Mee breath But rather far will spend their lives on death Than suffer this myne auncient right to goe To moderne friendship ones my cruell foe And now to saue this Virgin Crowne for Thee There is no ●oe can fright Mee make mee flee From right from field from battell force or fight So long as I haue Lyfe blood Lungs or might Whilst now what Kingdome can their Prince renowne With lyke invinced freedome of a Crowne Looke to my valour Past and thou mayst spy Where diuerse Nations got of Mee supply Fraunce can approue my Manhood I relieu'd Their State from thraldome when it was surgrieu'd Witnesse our mutuall League witnesse their guard And m●ne their naturaliz'd for my reward Like Belgians sweare their strength their stoutest hand And Warriours best are bred within my Land The Almaynes too record what I haue done And what my Souldiers aunciently there wone Looke to my Sister Swethland and behold What birth I send them desp'rate stout and bold For Polland shee 's my Nurse brings vp my Youth Full thritty thousands yearely of a trueth Than loades them with the fatnesse of her Soyle Which I in their due tyme doe still recoyle Than look to Denmark where twelue thousands ly Serving thine Vncle sharpest fortunes try Last step I o're to Ireland and doe see Full Fourty thousand Scots arm'd Men there bee Besides at home one hundreth thousands moe Young stout and strong well arm'd for Thee to goe To challenge Destinie and cruell Fate And all Vsurpers dare menace● my State Then slight mee not Dread Sir since I and Myne Still vow to serue Thee as wee haue done Thyne For by this count and much more thou mayst see What forces great my bounds reserue for Thee The World Mans Theater and commoun Stage Wherein each acts his part in youth or age Can not nor could produce a Manlyer kynd Of Hearts invincible of constant mynd Stout strong and Durable Couragious too Ever still formost where there 's most adoe Than those my Martiall Sonnes whose Hearts now yeeld Their hands their swords to fight for Thee in field Being Buffles in cold Elephants in rayne Camels in hunger Lyons after gaine And now obsequious to thy new-reard Crowne Would lay their goods and liues before Thee downe Then bee thou jocund and redound them thankes In private and in publict by their ranks Thy great Grand-father O! King Iames the fift Was merry stout and wise Henrie vnwift The flower of Princes mirrour of his tyme Made Christendome admire his Manly pryme So Thou his second self by worth succeeds And Nature too to all his vertuous deeds Then let thy chearefull face with joviall rayes Illuminat thy Peoples loue and praise Thus thy late Syre Salomon my King When hee surveighd mee last did comforts bring And joyes abundant to this Albion land Which hee by death did feaze into thy hand So so I come to crowne Thee whilst the Heavens O'reshaddow Thee with Seraph'd Cherubins Whence glorious Angels flee with joyfull wings Of Peace and gladnes from the King of Kings To blesse this sacred work and happy vnion Twixt Prince and People O! thry●e blest communion The Springs Poaeneian flow sweet Demthen Rills Swell from steep Pindus Permessis gushing fills The Sorean-fonted Meeds the forked Tops Dissolue and melt in Heliconean drops From whence the Nymphall nyne take flight and come Crownd with Rose garlands Delphian bayes and some With Laurell Mantles of the Oliue hew To grace this Coronation Sir of You And leaue the ceremoniall rest to bee Done by the Bishop of Sainct-Andrewes Hee Shall blesse Thee anoynt Thee in word in deed Then set my golden Crowne on thy blest Head Whilst thou in Purple Roabes of State shall stand To blesse thy People with thy tongue and hand Which done their Hearts and voices shall cry thus GOD saue and keepe King CHARLES long for vs. O Hellespont now gr●anes to beare the lode Of kynd Leanders loue to Hieroes God Whilst both my Sword and Scepter downe are layd Be●ore thy Face in signe I am a Mayd Which Guerdo-knot none can vnty nor twist Till thou my Phillipides lyke and list Now thou art crownd and since I