Selected quad for the lemma: land_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
land_n	action_n	defendant_n	plaintiff_n	1,723	5	10.0998	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A25271	Lawyerus bootatus & spurratus, or, The long vacation a poem / by a student of Lincolns-Inn.	Ames, Richard, d. 1693.	1691 (1691)	Wing A2986; ESTC R23631	6,596	25

would fall for Dinner Taking compassion on the Sinner To Cellar gave him Invitation Where instantly he took occasion To cram his Guts with Beef and Pudding Which for two days had had no Food in His Belly fill'd and Bones at rest He told me that with Interest He would repay the Obligation I shew'd him in the Long Vacation And had he had but Cole in Pockets He 'd take me instantly to Lockets And fill my Skin with old Burgundy But he would not forget me one day Seeming to like his grateful Humour We parted when just 'gainst the Rummer I met a very honest Croney Who values just like Dirt his Mony But by his sad dejected looks I found his Purse was off the Hooks To meet as ev'ry Mortal well-knows A Man with Stockins out at Elbows His Linnen foul and Cloaths all torn in With Hands and Face in Nat'ral Mourning Informs a Man beyond all doubt The World and he are fallen out He seem'd amaz'd when first I met him But since I was resolv'd to Treat him Consented and to drown all Sorrow All anxious thoughts about to morrow Drank Bumpers Supernaculum To better Luck for time to come Strange power of Wine whose sprightly Juice Can a new kind of Soul infuse My Friend had now forgot his Cares And for a chearful Song prepares Nay thought himself as great to th' full As is the Indian Great Mogull But I not willing the Delusion Should bring his Senses to Confusion Soon sent him Home in Hackney-Coach To keep him from a worse Debauch Walking along the Strand a Strange Young Spark salutes me by th' Exchange I knew him not yet he 'd pretend To be my Servant and my Friend And that as well we knew each other As if the one was t'others Brother Amaz'd I stood in strange suspense But he with Air of Impudence Cry'd surely Sir you can't forget Our last Intreague in Surry-street When amongst Ladies half a Dozen You only did select my Cousin She 's a brisk Tit and Sir you know it Then begs my Ear could you allow it To lend me Sir but half a Crown I should be yours more than my own I straight survey'd my Spark all o're Having ne're seen his Face before Instead of lending him a George Kickt him and made him walk at large From thence I met with no Adventure Until I did the Temple Enter Which come to with amazement saw A brisk pretender to the Law Who was in Term-time all men know A mighty Dressing Sparkish Beau And would with Tooth-Pick fixt in Mouth Stand three full hours by th' Clock in troth At Temple-Gate with Roguish Leering Ogling all women who came near him But now by some strange turn of Fate Reduc'd to very mean Estate His Beaver was reduced to Caster And Nekcloath hardly worth a Tester Tuckt in within a tatter'd Wastcoat O're which a Coat was once a Lac'd-Coat A Wigg so full of Knots and Stains As if 't had seen a score Campaigns And all the other Cloaths he wore Like those we mentioned just before Surpriz'd I was I must confess At such an odd and uncouth Dress Whether 't was Gaming Whoring Drinking Reduc'd him thought not worth my thinking So passing on to King 's Bench Walk Survey'd a Num'rous crew were Talk-Ing hither thither to and fro As if they 'd little else to do Poor Pettifogging Pimps o' th' Law Trav'lers who ne're Salt-water saw Alsatian Biters and their Cullies Pretended Wits and Sharping Bullies Projectors and their Undertakers News Writing ' Squires and Ballad Makers Were Walking here this Long-Vacation To give their thoughts some Recreation Here the Author broke off Abruptly being engag'd for several Weeks to Visit his Friends in the Country THank Heaven I am at last return'd Tho no one for my Absence Mourn'd Pleasure should give to Business place Men do not use to feed on Sauce Not dawn of Light to People where 'T is Midnight Darkness half the Year More welcom is than dawn of Term To Lawyers who to London swarm The Nobles now and Gentry too To Country Pleasures bid adieu And with the Cities Conversation Supply the want of Recreation They met withall in Gardens Fields And all those Sports the Country yields From Tunbridg Epsom Arstrop-Wells The Bath and sundry places else In mighty droves to London come Where 't is admir'd they all find room In this it like the Ocean seems Nere fuller for ten thousand Streams Nay I my self must take my leave Of Cowly Waller Oldham Cleave Land and beloved Hudibrass To study Actions on the Case And leave my Thought ere made an end on 't To think of Plaintiff and Defendant And so farewell all Recreation In this Dull Tedious Long Vacation FINIS