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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
knowledge_n	know_v	sin_n	sin_v	3,589	5	9.2751	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07542	Poems occasioned by a melancholy vision or A melancholy vision vpon diuers theames enlarged which by seuerall arguments ensuinge is showed ByH. Mill.	Mill, Humphrey, fl. 1646.; Droeshout, John, d. 1652, engraver.	1639 (1639)	STC 17922; ESTC S112789	74,869	272

forth such event His owne experience agravates Sinne His witnesses make the case worse By proofe of all the Saints that live on earth VVho knowes thy fruits the'ir al untimely birth And I my selfe by thee was led away Me toundoe thou sought thus every way I did blaspheme when thon did'st promise gaines Then thou did'st bring despaire for my paines Thou hast confest before the Iudge below Thy wickednesse as doth the Lord well know Thou didst despise me with a shamelesse face And us'd all meanes to bring me to disgrace I did my suit remove from common Law Where thou didst think to keep me still in awe In equitie here I shall finde releefe And ease my mind aud quite expell my greefe And for thy cause most vile it doth appeare To all that heare or see t is very cleare And those that stand as witnesses for thee Now they themselves as bad appeare to be They did intend to adorne thy ugly stature But have thee bad made of a viler nature He refuseth to answer their bsurditics but threatens Ignorance To answer them it is not worth the while Alas poore fooles sinne doth them all beguile Old ignorance with his corrupted sence Though old he be he 'l finde sins recompence Though twice aslong he live yet curses store For him and such do still waite at the dore He threatens Covetousnesse And he that covets wealth and layes up gold Through sin will finde at last himselfe he sold His golden Gods cannot him save from danger Nor comfort him God is to him a stranger His sinfull gaines will prove to him but losses And trouble when sin brings a thousand crosses Hee curseth Last and shewes ruine And he that is addicted so to lust O cursed wretch he thinkes it all but just He 'l finde ere long his bodily estate His soule undone he I then repent too late When he shall in that burning bed be cast The sweet of sinne turnes sower at the last He damneth Pride to Hell So Pride that goes about to set Sinne free Himselfe he brings in the like miserie He must be stript and naked shall appeare Before the Judge that all may see and feare Though set on high yet he below must dwell And so with Sinne possession take of hell He craves leave for his witnesses to speake So I have done but foure I have brought Those ever still t' whom sinne has ruine sought So that the blessed and the damned crue Speake to sins face and say this is all true Let not sinne say 't was I that did undoe him And make men think but one the rest stuck to him Lave is granted Speake all they shall and knowledge shall begin He 'l kill his heart then bounty shall step in Then Chastitie Humilitie behinde When they have spoke they straight shall comfort finde My Saints and Angels too shall all declare Sins shame on earth though they in heaven are The damned shall relate a dreadfull story Speake truth of sinne and so set forth my glory Knowledge first speakes Lord sinne did strive in Ignorance to keepe Making secure in folly me to sleepe But when I once found out his hellish art I to be freed from sinne gave thee my heart I sought to know thy will and so to doe it Still thought of time when I should be put to it I did observe sinne with his cursed charmes Brought some to one and some to other harmes According as he saw mens natures bend Suting temtptations to his cursed end And as he findes his swellings to arise There he doth blow those sparkes we may surmise He 'l let men know all things but what they should All outward things which best doe fit their mould If he can call another foole or Asse He thinkes his wisedome's very well to passe If he know how to breake an idle jest Of witty fellowes he counts himselfe the best If he suppose he knoweth affaires of state He sets his knowledge at too great a rate If he have been but once in forraigne parts He will so talk as though he had all the arts Now all this while he does not once indeavour To know the Lord his wayes which are for ever Himselfe to know he doth not once desire He 's so bewitcht and setled in the mire If he intends but good and God to know Then sinne doth seeke that good to overthrow But if he cannot drive those thoughts away He puts him off still till another day From day to day but never comes that morrow At last by sinne he 's brought to endlesse sorrow If one be brought restaining outward evill He thinkes 't is well he doth detest the divell If one doth good that good then save him must Heaven he must have or else God is not just If in these things he doth himselfe deny Yet he will threaten judgement suddainly Man knowes not how to answer such objections Sin hath by-wayes and men take his directions Now Lord let him no more a being have Give saving knowledge then our soules Lord save Liberalitie the second Sinne strives to make men covetous and base Keepe what I have I should in any case Perswades me still that I my selfe may want And if I should friends would be very scant So I must not diminish of my store What though men want I did not make thē poore Sin would be master of that men call mine I should keepe up all that that 's truly thine If I doe give it must be sparingly Sinne saith 't is best to keepe it till I die But if I doe a bounteous heart expresse He 'l make me thinke I maintaine idlenesse And must repent of all the good that 's done And breake the thread so soone as it is spun Or else take warning not to give to any And slight the cries of poore though ne're so many When I deny the poore that doe complaine Then I must thinke what 's sav'd is all cleere gaine Thus labours sinne to make me like a slave And live in bondage unto what I have Chastitie the third Sinne with his trickes doth me so much allure And with his snares my hurt doth so procure With idle objects and such painted sights I feare some ill which puts my soule to frights Lest that I should be taken with those baites Which for my life are laid sinne ever waites To bring me in by this his strong temptation He might at last bring me to condemnation He hides the sting but that which seemes delight He sets it out and backes it with his might So by degrees a little makes no matter But then to more thus he doth use to flatter If this take not then raises stormes within Of lusts wild-fire distemper all through sinne He telles me those that were in Gods account Most holy men and others did surmount Yet they in this sinne lived many a yeare If well with them it went what need'st thou feare Goe take thy pleasure at worst thou maist repent Fulfill

here For truth their crown they doe augment Their glory shall the more appeare Though death do close them in his tent God shewes his face here most to such That liv'd long wrought and did not grudge 41. It 's best for bad to die betime For living long their sins increase And sinfull acts grow to their prime Their sinnes live still though life do cease Though they are rotten in the dust Their sins are fresh they meet them must 42. They 'd best to tremble in such sort At thoughts of death that they may know And heare the dreadfull ill report Of sinne while here they live below Death puts an end to vaine delights Then doth begin hell horror frights 43. But to the just their sorrow ends They joy though 't was begun before With full increase which makes amends For trouble much their joyes are more Of this the blessed Saints can tell As damned can relate of hell 44. What though the soule and body parts Which loving friends have been so long The thoughts of this may glad their hearts That they shall meet both sweet and strong Refin'd and with each other joy In heaven still without annoy 45. Death is no death it doth but ope A doore the soule away may flie And so possesse that blessed hope It hath of true felicitie To leave fraile life who 'd thinke it strange To have eternall in exchange 46. Death 's but a blast that soone blowes ore And never more shall looke on thee The hurt is nothing feare is more Though dreadfull it do seeme to be God will it sweeten from above And thou shalt finde his constant love 47. I le feare it not for why should I For life and death together goes By every crosse I le learne to die They 'r both my friends but they are foes Life doth consent with Death each day To take part of my life away 48. Lord I will serve thee while I here Remaine what need I much to care For death when thou freest me from feare I will thy goodnesse still declare My life shall ever speake thy praise When death comes I shall live alwayes FINIS The Resolutions of the Muse in her Pilgrimage NOw I of Time and Vanity have sung Of Darknesse Light and Life sad sweet strong Of Sin of Death Instructions too among I le seeke my fortune now and goe about I shall be entertain'd I make no doubt Though I am naked love will finde me out I shall be cloth'd then in a sute of Leather And love and I both still shall dwell together And she 'l be glad that ever I came hither And if a Noble person do me grace To take me in in this distressed case I le do my service faithfull in my place If one that 's learned take me home to dwell I le pray him then that he will use me well Or to a better I my selfe will sell. If I should dwell with him that 's truly wise He 'l hide my faults what 's of worth he 'l prize And then my song to praise him shal devise If he that 's honest bids me welcome in I le doe my best to helpe to kill his sin I shall not lose yet he by me shall win If noble learned wise and honest too Doe shew respect to me who then durst doe Me wrong they cannot 't is no matter who If one ignoble seeing me doe grutch To shew me favour thinke it 's all too much That I receive I looke for none of such If one unskill'd in any learned art Against me proudly act a Tyrants part He 'l vexe in vaine he shall not greeve my heart For want of wit if any doe me blame Let them as fools keep in their spight with shame My song's the same and so are they by name If one that 's vile looke with disdainfull eye On me because I doe his faults espie I le leave him gall'd when I from him doe flie If any Senior looking big and grave Conceits he knowes yet he no knowledge have If me he slight I will his absence crave Or if I finde one with an emptie pate That nothing speakes though he doe ever prate I le shew his shame but not his person hate If one I finde that hath a barren soule And will not see 't yet doe my words controule Let him be put with stultus in his rowle If one that 's simple doe desire me To gaine experience constant I will be To doe my best to him that all shall see If any censure me is this the cause Their parboyl'd spirits cannot gaine applause They break both Gods Natures humane laws If one detract from good or turne to ill My honest meaning this may follow still That such like things his measure here may fill Such Imps to plead for sinne were very fit But seldome they have so much art or wit As pride or lust have for to manage it If one that reades and rudely breakes my feet Or spoyles my joynts my musicke is not sweet To him the Horne-book is for him most meet If one through envie proudly do disdaine To grant me favour others will obtaine The fruit but he hath labour for his paine If any mend my faults I will him praise And with my voice his honour I will raise His name in me preserv'd shall be alwsyes All that I crave is but a spotlesse name And not to mount upon the wings of fame Plain welcome likes me quit me all from blame You know my minde for what I speake is true Being modest I will not for favour sue Receive me else I le bid you now adieu FINIS