Linguistic DNA - Concept Modelling Demonstrator

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heaven_n	earth_n	new_a	see_v	19,937	5	5.4459	4	true

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20977	The miracle of the peace in Fraunce Celebrated by the ghost of the diuine Du Bartas. / Translated, by Iosuah Sylvester.; Miracle de la paix en France. English.	Du Nesme, Jean.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.; Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.	1599 (1599)	STC 7353.5; ESTC S105425	13,633	72

brands For when we arme vs brother against brother O then how ready are our hearts and hands And wits awake to ruine one another But come to counter-min ' gainst secret treason Or force the forces of a stranger foe Alas how shallow are we then in reason How cold in courage and in camping slow Franunce only striues to triumph ouer Fraunce With selfe-kill swords to cut each others throat What swarmes of soldiers euery where doe float To spend and spoyle a kingdomes maintenance But said I soldiers ah I blush for shame To giue base the eues the noble soldiers name SONNET I st not an endles scandall to our daies If possible our heires can credit it That th' holy name of PEACE so worthy praise Hath been our watch-word for a fault vnfit That the pure Lillie our owne natiue flower Hath been an odious obiect in our eyes That kingly Name kings heaun'-stablisht power Hath been with vs a marke of trecheries T' haue banisht hence the godly and the wise Whose sound direction kept the State froÌ„ danger Yea made their bodies bloody sacrifice And to conclude seeking to serue a stranger T' haue flab'd our own but O Muse keep that in The fault 's so foule to speake it were a sinne SONNET I waile not I so much warres wastfull rigours Nor all thy ruines make me halfe so sorie As thy lost honour France which most disfigures Loosing thy loyaltie thy natiue glorie From Moores to Moscouites O cursed change The French are called Faith-les Parricides Th'erst-most-prince-loyall people Ã´ most straÌ„ge Are now Prince-treachers more then all besides With vs massacres passe for Pietie Theft rape wrong for iust-attaind possessions Reuolt for Merit Rage for Equitie Alas must we needs borrow the transgressions And imperfections of all other nations Earst onely blamed for inconstant fashions SONNET Not without reason hath it oft been spoken That through faire concord little things augmeÌ„t And opposite that mightiest things are broken Through th' vgly discord of the discontent When many tunes doe sweetly symphonize It conquers hearts kindly them compound When many hearts doe gently sympathize In sacred friendship there all blisse abounds Alas if longer we deuide this Realme Loosing to euery Partizan a part Farewell our Lillies and our Diadem For though it seeme to breath now some what peart Our sinnes I feare will worke worse after-claps And there 's most danger in are-relaps SONNET O how I hate these partializing wordes Which show how we are in the faith diuised I st possible to whet so many swordes And light such flames 'mong th'In-one-Christ baptizedt Christians to Christians to be brute and bloodie Altars to Altars to be opposite Parting the limmes of such a perfect Bodie While Turkes with Turkes doe better farre vnite We our Truth find doubts wheÌ„ce follow scismes They whose fond Law doth all of lies consist Abide confirm'd in their vaine Paganismes One nought beleeues another what him list One ouer-creeds another Creeds too-short Each makes his Church rather his Sect a part SONNET Put off deare French all secret grudge and gall And all keen stings of vengeance on all parts For if you would haue PEACE proclaim'd to all It must be first faire printed in your harts Henry the mildest of all Conquerers Your perfect glasse for Princely clemencie He to appease and calme the state from iarres For his friends sake hath sau'de his enemie Let 's all be French all subiects to one Lord Let Fraunce from henceforth be one onely state Let 's all for Gods sake be of one accord So through true zeale Christs praise to propagate May the most Christian King with prosperous power On Sion walls be-plant our Lillie-flower SONNET O Christian corsiue That the Mahomite With hundred thousands in Vienna Plaine His Mooned standards hath already pight Prest to ioyne Austrich to his Thracian raigne Malth Corfu Candie his proud threats disdaine And all our Europe trembles in disinay While striuing Christians by each other slaine Each other weak'ning make him easie way Rhodes Belgrade Cyprus the Realmes of Greece Thral'd to his barbarous yoke yet fresh-declare That while two striue a third obtaines the fleece Though name of Christian be a title faire If but for Earth they all this while haue striu'n They may haue Earth but others shal haue heau'n SONNET May I not one day see in France againe Some new Martellus full of stout actiuitie To snatch the scepter from the Saracen That holds the Holy Land in strait captiuity May I not see the selfe-weale-wounding launce Of our braue bloods earst one another goring Turn'd with more valour on the Musulmans A higher pitch of happie prowesse soaring But who deare Fraunce of all thy men-at-armes Shall so farre hence renew thine ancient Laurels Sith here they plot thine and their propher harms I rather feare that through these fatall quarrels That hate-Christ Tyrant will in time become The Lord and Soueraigne of all Christendome SONNET ' Mid all these mischiefes while the frend-foe straÌ„gers With vs against vs had intelligence Henry our King our father voides our dangers And O heau'ns wonder plaÌ„teth PEACE in France Thou Iudge that sitt'st on the supernall Throne O quench thy furie keepe vs from hostilitie With eyes of mercie looke thou still vpon Our PEACE and found it on a firme stabilitie Sith in despight of discord thou alone Inward and outward hast thus salu'd vs Lord Keepe still our France or rather Lord thine own Let Princes loue and liue in iust accord Disarme them Lord or if armes busie them Be it alone for thy Ierusalem A Dialogue vpon the Troubles past BETWEENE HERACLITVS and the laughing Philosophers Heraclitus A Las thou laugh'st perhaps not feeling well The painfull torments of this mortall hell Ah canst thou teare-les in this iron Age See men massacred monsters borne to rage Democritus Ha but why weep'st thou wherefore in this sort Doest thou lament amid this merrie sport Ha canst thou choose but laugh to see the state Of mens now-sollies and the freakes of fate Heraclitus He hath no heart that melts not all in teares To see the treasons murders massacres Sackes sacriledges losses and alarmes Of those that perish by their proper armes Democritus Who all-dismayed swoundeth soddainly To heare or see some fained Tragedie held in these dayes on euery stage as common Is but a heart-les man or but a woman Heraclitus O would to God our Countries tragicke ruth Were but a fable no effected truth My soule then should not sigh to angry heau'n Nor for her plagues my tender heart be riu'n Democritus I take the world to be but as a stage Where not-maskt men dee play their personage 'T is but a mummerie and a pleasant show Sith ouer all strange vanities doe flow Heraclitus Those vanities I haue in detestation As cursed causes of Gods indignation Which makes me alwayes weepe sith on the earth I see no obiect for the meanest mirth Democritus Thus from one

both attaine By war-like broyles their pre-appointed raigne Strangers and subiects and selues conquering His Prudence shines when to preserue vs thus All humane wit his wisdome doth conuince His gracious bountie in our bounteous Prince O various wonders mel delicious Flowes from a liuing Lyon Mars is quiet Valour relenting Conquest void of ryot SONNET This was no action of a humane hand But th' only worke of the great Thunderer Who wise-directing all the things that are In vs diuinely workes his owne command Some men vnwilling benefit their Land Or vn-awares their Countries good preferre Another motions PEACE but mindeth warre And PEACE succeeds what-euer drifts withstaÌ„d Th'Arch-Architect the matchles Artizan moues All instruments vnto good vses prooues Man 's but a wheele which that great Moouer Each gracious gist in that first cause began Each good 's a gleame of that first light alone If Ill approach vs onely that 's our owne SONNET If God dart lightning soone he dewes down raine A dreadfull Iudge and yet a gentle father Whose wrath slow-kindled is soone quencht againe To moue vs sinners to repent the rather ' Gainst hel-bred Hydra heau'n-born Theseus brings The great Alcides arme and armorie Of greatest Ill a greater goodnes springs And mercie still doth rigour qualifie Ah Fraunce so many monsters to suppresse Thou had'st great need of Royall fortitude Els had'st thou been an Affrike wildernes O happie lost Realme for it hath ensu'de That now thy gaine is more in restauration Then was thy lesse in all thy desolation SONNET But if I sing great Henries fortitude Shall I not then be blam'd for ouer-daring If ouer-slip it then be taxt of fearing Of silent dread and dumbe ingratitude What ere befall my youth-bold thoughts conclude Like Icarus my nimble Muse to raise And if I fall in such a Sea of praise What rarer Mausole may my bones include A sacred rage of some sweet furious flame Will-nill I raps me boldly to rehearse Great Henries Trophies his glorious name Then roule thou Torrent of my tender verse Though this high Theame deserue a coÌ„sort rather Of all the Muses and all musickes father SONNET Great Prince not pleasd with a vain vertu-seeming Great Victor prone to pardon humblenes Happie all hap heau'ns only gift esteeming Warriour whose wars haue wroght his Cuntries PEACE Noble by deeds and noble by discent Ancient Achilles youthfull Nestor sage Whose ripe-experienc't courage confident To knocks knits counsaile and giues rule to rage As hard in toyle as in compassion soft Inur'd to that by nature borne to this Who sheds no blood but sheddeth teares as oft Who never fights but still the field is his So like to Mars that both in loues and warres Bellona and Venus take him still for Mars SONNET A spirit to vertues cheerefully addrest Apt to all goodnes to no ill inclin'd Quicke to conceiue ingenious to digest Whose tongue is still true trumpet of the mind A bodie resting when it hath no rest A waxen mildnes in a steely mind A soule tra-lucent in an open brest Which others thoughts through banie walls can find Whose front reflects majesticall-humilitie Whose graue sweet looke coÌ„mandingly-intreats Which in one instant feare and loue begets A king still warring to obtaine tranquilitie To saue his Country scorning thousand dangers Mirrour of Fraunce and miracle of strangers SONNET If that before thee fall rebellious Towers If battered walles before thy souldiers loofe If hugest rockes be pearced by thy powers If gainst thine armes no armour be of proofe If that our fields flow with Iberian blood If that thy campe composde of many a Caesar Can by no dismall dangers be withstood I ousting with Gyants as it were at pleasure If loftie mountaines to thine homage vaile If valleys rise to bulwarke thee about If for thy sake riuers doe flow and faile 'T was neither Canons nor our conflicts stout Nor strength nor stomacke got these victories No 't was thy presence Henry and thine eyes SONNET They be to blame then that thy boldnes blame For hauing put thy selfe so oft in danger Sith against rebels and against the stranger Thy looks like lightning did thy troopes inflame Fraunce fought before all bloody faint and lame Crauing thine aide to venge her hatefull wrong When like a Lyon to preserue her yong Thou layd'st about thee to redeeme the same Then had'st thou cause to hazard so thy life In extreme perils extreme remedies But spare thee now thy state is free from strife Soueraigne our fafetie in thy safetie lies Codrus could keepe his onely by his death Thou thine alone by thine owne liuing breath SONNET What wreath were worthy to become thy crowne What Carr-triumphant equall with thy worth What marble statue meet for thy renowne Thou that hast rais'd the Lillie of the Earth What honourable Title of Addition Dost thou deserue who ioyning might with mildnes Hast sau'd this great ship from a sad perdition Nigh lost in th' Ocean of warres ciuill vildnes O modern Hercules thy Countries father Hope not of vs thy iust-deserued meed Earth is too-base in heau'n expect it rather Our Laurels are too-pale to crowne thy deed Who thus hast salu'd the vniuersall Ball For the health of France imports the health of all SONNET Pardon me Henry if heau'ns siluer raine Dewing thy Pearles impearle mine humble laies And if my verse void both of price and paine Presume thy vertues passing-price to praise Pardon great King if that mine infant Muse Stutter thy name and if with skill too-scant I limne thee here let zeale my crime excuse My steel's attracted by thine Adamant For as the Sunne although he doe reflect His golden rayes on grosser Elements Doth neuer spot his beautifull aspect So though the praises of thine Excellence Doe brightly glister in my gloomie stile They nothing loose of their first grace the while SONNET Now sith as well by conquest as succession Fraunce is thine owne O keepe it still therefore 'T is much to conquer but to keepe possession Is full as much and if be not more Who well would keepe so plentifull a portion Must stablish first the heau'nly discipline Then humane Lawes restraining all extortion And princely wealth with publick weale coÌ„bine A Princes safetie lyes in louing people His Fort is Iustice free from stratagem Without the which strong Cittadels are feeble The subiects loue is wonne by louing them Of louing them n'-oppression is the triall And no oppression makes them euer loyall SONNET Bold Martialists braue Impes of noble birth Shining in steele for Fraunce and for your king Yee sonnes of those that heretofore did bring Beneath their yoke the pride of all the earth It is an honour to be high-discended But more t' haue kept ones Country and fidelity For our owne vertues make vs most coÌ„mended And Truth 's the title of all true Nobilitie Your shoulders shoard vp France euen like to fall You were her Atlas Henry Hercules And but for you her shocke had

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