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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heaven_n	bless_v	lord_n	moon_n	2,389	5	11.4655	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03379	The muses threnodie, or, mirthfull mournings, on the death of Master Gall Containing varietie of pleasant poëticall descriptions, morall instructions, historiall narrations, and divine observations, with the most remarkable antiquities of Scotland, especially at Perth By Mr. H. Adamson.	Adamson, Henry.	1638 (1638)	STC 135; ESTC S100435	48,230	108

all admir'd him Happie in all his life whose worthie name A peaceable Augustus did proclaime VVho conquered more by wit than by the sword And made all Europe muuh regard his word And good King Charles the son of such a Father Thrise happie by thy Virgine Crovvn yea rather More happie if more happinesse can be In earthly things by thy high pedegrie But most of all by Heaven vvhich hath appointed This maiden crovvn for thee the Lords Anointed The man of his right hand and for thy seed VVhich God mot blesse and all vvho shall proceed Forth of thy loines and stablish in thy place So long as Sun and Moone shall run their race Then reigne great Charles our nostrels svveetest breath Long may thou reigne Defender of the Faith Inthron'd among these vvorthie peerlesse pearles And let all say God save our good King Charles And deeply in his heart imprint that zeale To make the lavv supreame the peoples vvell VVhat shall vve speak of Martiall Chiftans more Of Gideons and of Sampsons vve have store VVhom God did raise for to defend our state Miraculously in times most desperate VVhat braver Hector or more brave Achilles In Greece or Phrygia than Sir William Wallace And Iohn the Grahame his mate and brother svvorn VVhose living fame his name doth much adorn And if vve list this subject more to handle What Governour like good Earle Thomas Randall Or doughtie Douglas vvith couragious heart Whose name vvrought dreadfull terrour in each part But this heroick theme so passing great Impossible it is all to relate Our worthie rulers even unto thir dayes They do not want their own deserved praise Nor shall they for my part want due renown Vertue t' advance and vice to trample down These be the wall of Gods own work and framing Against our foes and of his own maintaining Wherefore we blesse his holy Name that made us And pray that never forraine scepter lead us T' impose hard lawes and tributaries make us To chastise us with scorpions and to rake us And likewise pray that Ajax-like we would not Undo our selves which all our enemies could not But O dear Caledonia What desire Have all men who have heard thy fame t' admire Thy monuments How much more these who be Thy sons desire thy maiden soile to see Thy maiden castle and fair Maiden burgh The stately winged Citie which is through All ages much renow'nd with streets so fair And palaces so mounted in the air That if the deepnesse of imagination Could limme a landskape by deep meditation Scarce could it match where bravest youths abound And gravest counsellours are alwayes found Where Justice joineth hand with true Religion And golden vertue keep the middle region As register where these acts are enrold Better than in Corinthian brasse or gold Let Poetaster-parasits who fain And fawn and crouch and coutch and creep for gain And where no hope of gain is huffe and hur And bark against the Moone as doth a Cur Let such base curs who nought but gobbets smell Wish the disgrac'd and deeply sunk in hell Whether themselves do go yet shalt thou stand And see them ruin'd all that thee withstand God shall be-friend thy friends and shall all those Aray with shame that causelesse be thy foes Thou art this ancient Kingdomes bravest part For wit and worth thou art its hand and heart And who the Kingdomes compend brave would see Needs do no more but survey take of thee Hence these desires fair Caledonias soile To view where bravest stratagems with toile Have acted beene hence comes these kindly wishes To see these fields even like these kindly fishes Which we behold ov'rcome this mightie lin And seeke the fountaines where they did begin The third Muse. THus as wee did behold the Salmond sporting Wee spyed some Countrie clowns to us resorting Who striken were with suddain admiration To see us graithed in such antique fashion Their stairing eyes grew blinde their tongues were dumb A chilling cold their senses did benumme Said we What moves you Ghosts to look so griesly They scarcely muttering answered and not wisely Oft have we heard of such strange wights as yee But to this time we did them never see If yee be men or not scarce can we tell Yee looke like men yet none such heere do dwell Then said good Gall Monsier these fellowes stupid Doubtlesse take me for Mars and you for Cupid Therefore let us be gone we will not tarie Yon clownes will swear that they have seene the Farie When they come home at night and by the fire Will tell such uncouth tales all will admire Both man and wife the laddes and all the lasses For be yee sure such clownes are verie asses Thence downe the river bank as we did walk And mirrielie began to chant and talk A prettie boat with two oares we espy'd Fleeting upon the waters then we cry'd HOW boatman come two fisher men neerby Thus answered us againe And who doth cry Said we Good friends to favour us delay not The day is verie hot and walk we may not Therefore your kindly courtesie implores To let us have these little pair of oares For down the river we would make our way And land at Perth With all our heart said they For we likewise at Perth would gladly be Only we want such companie as yee All men were glad of us none did refuse What ever thing it pleasde us ask or chuse Then we inbarked with two boyes in train Who recollect our shafts and these two men As down the river did we softlie slide The banks most sweetly smyld on other side To see the flowres our hearts did much rejoice The banwort dazie and the fragrant rose Favonius in our faces sweetlie blew His breath which did our fainting sprits renew Then with Sicilian Muse can we dissemble Our secret flammes making our voices tremble While as we sweetlie sung kinde Amaryllis And did complaine of sowre-sweet lovely Phyllis So sadly that the Nymphs of woods and mountains And these which haunt the plains and crystall fountains Bare-legged to the brawns armes bare and brest Like whitest evorie bare unto the waste The lillies and the roses of their faces Running more pleasant made their waveing tresses VVell curled with the winde all these drew nye The waters brink in song to keep reply Treading the flowres VVhen Gall them so espy'd O! how he cast his eyes on either side And wish't t' have smeld one flovvr vvhere they had traced Judge vvhat he vvould have given to have embraced But chiefly Echo fettred vvas in love At everie vvord vve spoke her tongue did move Then did vve call Svveet Nymph pray thee dravv nye She ansvveering us most vvillingly said I Dravv neere said Gall for gladlie vvould I please thee Do not deny to heare me She said ease thee Then comesvveet Nymph thy face faine vvould I knovv She quickly ansvvering him againe said No. Why so said he Heere