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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	earth_n	young_a	youth_n	79	3	7.6360	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00825	Certain elegies, done by sundrie excellent wits With satyres and epigrames.; Satyres: and satyricall epigrams	Fitzgeffrey, Henry.; Beaumont, Francis, 1584-1616.; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.; Hookes, Nathaniel, fl. 1618, attributed name.	1618 (1618)	STC 10945.3; ESTC S116819	27,046	152

out But what care I it will be so obscure That none shall vnderstand him I am sure Others may chance that know me not a right Report iniuriously all my delight And strength of studdy I doe wholly bend To this Losse-labour and no other end To these I wish my scandald Muse reply In as plaine tearmes as may bee 'T is a lye Heer 's but Pate-pastime Play-house Obseruation Fruits of the vacants howers of a Vacation Then say all what they can I am sure of this That for Play-time it is not spent amisse Semel insaniuimus omnes Once wee haue all Beene Iouiall FINIS To his worthy Friend H.F. vpon his Notes from BLACK-FRYERS HAd the Black-Fryers beene still vn-suppressd I cannot thinke their Cloysters had bin blessd With better contemplations Seeing now Lesse may be gleand from Puritanes then you Haue gathered from the Play-house And I must Though 't bee a Players vice to be vniust To Verse not yeelding coyne let Players know They cannot recompence your labour Though They grace you with a Chayre vpon the Stage And take no money of you nor your Page For now the Humours which oppresse Playes most Shall if the owners can feele shame be lost And when they so conuerted doe allow What they dislik'd once Players must thanke you And Poets too for both of them will saue Much in true Verse which hisses might depraue Since you haue so refin'd their Audience That now good Playes will neuer neede defence IO STEPHENS Epilogue The Author for Himselfe I Am no Poet yet I doe not know Why I should not or why I should be so I can I must confesse a Metre s●an And Iudge of Verses as an other man I haue been Trayn'd vp'mongst the Muses more The sacred Name of Phaebus I adore Yet I no Poet am I 'de haue ye know I am no Poet as the world goes now My Muse cannot a Note so poorly frame As Inuocate a Penny-Patrons name I cannot speake and vnspeake as I list Exchange a sound friend for a broken Iest Conferre with Fountaines or conuerse with Trees Admit in my discourse Hyperbolyes I cannot highly praise Those highest are Because they sit in Honours lofty chayre Nor make their States in Sonnets happy knowne Being perchance lesse happy then mine owne I cannot sing my Mistris shee is Faire Tell her of her Lilly Hand her golden Haire Fetch a Comparison beyond the Moone To proue her constant in Affection I dare not Her so much as Louely call Or say I haue a Mistris at all Why Ere too morrow she will changed bee● And leaue me laught at for my Poetry Had I of Scoggins Crowes writ or set out In Womans Praises what I was about I am perswaded yet I cannot tell I had a Poet prou'd against my will Yet ye vnproued good blame not because I yet as doubtfull on your merits pause I will produce and Patronize it too Finde I but one amongst so many true But Faine I cannot heere is not a word Which I dare not maintaine true with my sword Poets men Lyers call If so Then know it Hee is a Poet doth mee call a Poet. Post-script to his Book-binder STationer A Good turne to thee I owe Heere I will pay thee now in Folio But stay Not soe that I woo'd haue thee pu● Mee in the Folio or the Quarto cut Rather contriue mee to the Smallest size Least I bee eaten vnder Pippin-pyes Or in th' Apothicaryes shop bee s●ene To wrap Drugg's or to dry Tobacco in First might I chuse I would be bound to wipe Where he discharged last his Glister-pipe The Character I care not Great or Small So I bee plainly vnderstood of all Onely preserue mee from the sight of Those That cannot but must Read me in the Nose ●he●●are to cast mee not i th' Learned Ro● ●eas● I the Learned censure vndergoe Nor lay me with s●ald Poets least I titch And so become infected with Their itch Let not each Pesant each Mecannick Asse That neer knew further then his Horn-booke crosse Each rauin Rusticke each illiterate Gull Buy of my Poesie by pocket full Bookes like made-Dishes may for Daintyes goe Yet will not euery pallate taste 'em so Then were it good I should inioyne the Sell. Mee vnto none but those that loue me well If any Puff-paste Bumbaste Iobernole Wrapt in the Hangings of a Brokers-stall A halfe Nose or a Carbonado'd face Of a suspitious subtill Serpents pace Trust to a Basket-hilt chances to drop But for a Resting-roome into thy shop And catches in his fatall hand my Rime To lurke in it vntill hee see his Time Thrust him out head-long for beleiue him not Now by the Mace it is a Counter plot If thou behold a Courtcast Satten-show Fallen from the Fashion a Degree or two One as goes purueying vp and downe for Tales ●o Iest his hungry stomacke into meales ●hat with a merry pocket Pamphlet will ●or a weeke after Laugh his Belly full ●end him to Sojourne with Duke Humfrey ●et him starue ere hee get a bitt of mee ●east lying Read neglected in his Slop ●bee conueyed vnto the Brokers-shop Or by his theeuish Page discouered Quickly conuerted into Ginger-bread If any Younger Brother that noe more ●ath then a Daggle-tayl'd Sheep-skin kept in store ●hose Annuall fleece will but bare meanes afford ●nd with the Echer of his Brothers bord That sits a Ledger at his Fathers Table My Booke woo'd fondly purchase hardly able To win the presence by the Fiers side Of Mrs. Sis or Sue the Dary-maide Or cho●ke the Rusticke Leather-lobs with laughter Bid him goe studdy how to liue hereafter Read where more sollid substance hee may get To Liue vpon or learne to goe in Debt Ye ye Braue Gallants Patrons of liuely mirth Ye the young hopefull Land-Lords of the Earth The youth of youth That read most liberally More out of Pastime then necessity Yee worthy Worthyes None else might I chuse Doe I desire my Poesie peruse ●or to saue charges ere the Playes begin Or when the Lord of Libertie comes in And if a Booke must needs a Patron haue Yours is the onely Patronage I craue Orhers I wish the Stationer fore-warne With a Hand 's off It is not for your turne FINIS