Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	daughter_n	father_n	son_n	10,765	5	4.8829	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A96665	Plantagenets tragicall story or, The death of King Edward the Fourth: with the unnaturall voyage of Richard the Third, through the Red Sea of his nephews innocent bloud, to his usurped crowne. Metaphrased by T.W. Gent.	Wincoll, Thomas, d. 1675.; T. W. (Thomas Weaver), 1616-1663, attributed name.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.	1649 (1649)	Wing W2973A; Thomason E1217_4; ESTC R204054	37,810	141

shoulder bears your Graces crosse This Isle an Orphan by your husbands losse If thousands of such uselesse lives as mine For deaths too stern Arrest could have put in Sufficient Bayle you had this moment seen Your selfe a glorious and a happy Queen But our unhallow'd Votes when at the best Smell lesse of incense then of Interest If Englands crown shall shine on other brow Then of your Princely sonne we the morrow Will take Yorks Duke in his fathers stead Wee 'll powre the ruling oyle upon his head How e're it be Madam suspend your ruth Till Time's deliv'red of her daughter Truth And so they part anch'ring their hands together Whilst She replies My Lord y' are welcome hither Thus courteous trunks of trees I 've often seen Upon the the margent of a Stream Simile to lean Forward with proffer'd boughs with pity mov'd To reach the Sinker from the swelling flood When Hercules met Theseus face to face Or Nisus did Euryalus embrace But hatred was to see this wofull Queen Which long in sorrowes lowest shades had been Embrace this Star of Comfort but 't is gone With him before She knew She was alone Like as a dying Tapers sickly beams Simile Concealing in a Socket all its streams Of light now gives a glim'ring flash or two Then all in darknesse so her comforts doe Sol having drawn the Conrtains of the Night To what her eares had heard her eyes did plight Their faith looking yet but early season Saw many Boats fraught full of Glosters Treason Whose guilty Oares did pollute the Streame And wound the curled brest of silver Thame As if by th' Earth and ayre before they meant T'infest with poyson ev'ry Element Now was a Legate from grim Pluto sent Attended with a sooty Regiment To Richards Court who when arriv'd did tell That never was a place so like to Hell Desir'd his speed in 's enterprise begun And proffer'd all the pow'rs of Acheron Gloster employeth Hastings for his parts To get him quarters in the peoples hearts He being so il-tun'd an Instrument The Musick of his soul could find no vent He humbly prayes them for to take advice Listning to prudence not to prejudice That so all murm'rings husht and laid asleep Fast ti'd in knots of duty they might keep Th' approching festivall in garb of State The Dukes were marching for to celebrate And something more he puts into their Creed Of which himself more doubted then beleev'd The discontented devill conjur'd down The Duke approches with the King to Town Who playes so well that day the Subjects part As if h 'ad shifted both his face and heart And well might set his Pillars up to be A Non plus ultra to hypocrisy He throwes his hat off at the Peoples ring And gladly echoes to God save the King Which proves that true which I before did doubt The Traytor speaketh when his heart is out This very act did seem to set him up With so full stock in Reputations Shop As he obtain'd his Grace for to Commence Chiefe Lord Protector to the Orphan Prince And now his credit 's good to run a score In horrid murthers not accounted for Who but some Sat'rick Iuv'nall dares provoke Crimes in a Diadem drest or Tyrian cloake There is a Bird by th' Ancients call'd the Just Because she hides her Excrements i' th' dust A good example great men for to shroud Your ill deportments under a dark Cloud Of close concealment rather then that you Expose your Vices to a Publick view 'T is you whose mountainous Aspect out-vies The humble Vallies whose high-towring eyes Can see the callow Politicks in their nest Which yet are Vulgar wonders when they 're drest Be mountaines of Perfume whose fragrant brow No snare-intrapping Nimrod ever knew Be Phar's whilst we these Zanclian straights survay And with your friendly light direct our way Thus far was Richards Canvas well employ'd With prosp'rous gales and ev'n so over-cloy'd With Fortunes smiles as should an Atheist see Hee 'd argue from 't against the Deitie His saylsnow swell'd with hopes of Englands throan He rowes in blood the Boat-swains wait upon His fortune boasting 'bove Columbus Train Inning their golden Harvest o're the Main Knowing in black designes to snatch the Oare Of Considence is half way to the Shoare There never wants when States are deadly sick Some needy Quack or faithlesse Emperick To try his mad Receipts whilst nature fight He sees the groaning issue with delight Now Gloster's fit to drink his Iudas cup But one Ingredient lacks to make it up The Lion yet hath got but half his prey One tender lamb the mother hides away As knowing well who to his savage Den Doth once set footing ne're returns agen He therefore ere he means to Storme the Crown First plants his Batt'ries for to thunder down The Queens retreat whose priviledg'd defence By sacred right intrench'd with inocence Was held impregnable the faithfull Peers Most loyall to her self for Engineers He calleth out the Chancelour's the chief O're these then drawes out a Relief If these should be repuls'd of harder temper Who for to scale the walls dare climb th' adventur And ' spite of Heav'n to ' atchieve an Action Which th' old Gyants would have thought presumption The man design'd for to command o're them Must be the marble-hearted Buckingham The Chancellours fast love to Edwards line Was over-witted by this smooth designe As strangers riding in a road unknown Follow the beaten Track to such a Town Simile So he unskill'd i' th Knack of Policy Steers by the Pole-sttar of the Company So some corrupted Villian Simile who hath sold His soul his Countrey and his Faith for gold Leads his commanded Files to blood which spilt Stains Swords with gore but not their hearts with guilt Unhappy Lord Thy like I scarce can read Whose Faith was good and yet corrupt in 's Creed The Queen long starv'd from joyes doth now begin To surfet on a welcome dish come in I mean the Bishop flank'd with other Lords For to bespeak her Grace in these like words That she and York march out and not to tarry But quit the hold they kept in Sanctuary Fair Quarter then at Glosters hands her Grace Might well expect if not he●'d Storm the place Seduced Paper-Worm Had'st thou read Men As long as por'd on Bookes false Richard then Could ne're pretending for to ope thine eyes Have led thee by the nose to play his prize This message struck the ears of th' wondring Queen With such heart-cleaving sounds as is' t had been Some silent midnight knell alarming souls To high to lips when once grim Death controuls Delay as if that he she senslesse stood 'Twixt soul and body had the Banes forbod Courted at last unto her selfe though long She this Reply contracted to her Tongue Who in a storm weighs Anchor seems to court His shipwrack deserves to miss the Port. Say Nature say If