Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	howard_n	sir_n	william_n	15,541	5	8.5981	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A52813	A key (with the whip) to open the mystery & iniquity of the poem called, Absalom & Achitophel shewing its scurrilous reflections upon both king and kingdom.	Ness, Christopher, 1621-1705.	1682 (1682)	Wing N457; ESTC R20391	13,093	25

leaves His Reader in the dark and subt'lly weaves Another slipp'ry name Ambiguous Or Priest or Prince it may be taken thus There was a Nadab Ieroboams Son By whose lew'd life old Israel was undone Prince Nadab cannot be th' Lord's Parallel Lambs Wool and Golden Calves agree not well He for 's contagious Sin by 's friend was Slain Cast out to th' Dogs from his short sinful Raign Will th' Harp and th' Harrow hang together here 'Twixt such a Miscreant and our Brave Peer No 't is Priest Nadab Aarons Eldest Son Who offerd God strange Fire when first begun His Priestly Office and happly in overjoy Was overwarmd with Wine at 's new Employ Canst thou make these together symbolize Whilst thou with wicked wit doth temporize No Nadabs Fire will lick up this Lords Pottage Wherewith thou slanders him in thy old dotage As did Elijahs Fire drink up the water Concur they can't in Person nor in matter Makest thou no diff'rence 'twixt Lords Spiritual And those of th' Layity Lords Temporal Thy Nadab was a Priest and had he liv'd He 'd been High Priest as th' eldest Son surviv'd Lord Howard never was nor ever hope To be thy Sagan Zadock Priest or Pope Strange Fire doth slay thy Priest in 's Youth and Sonless This Lord doth live for all thy Porridge senseless No better hits thy B●ll fac'd Ionas next I 'm sure thy comment doth confound the Text Why must Sir William Iones thy Ionas be Is it because th' Storm Raiser's only He What is the Storm which makes thee thus to foam Is 't 'cause the Ship will not steer right to Rome As Pauls Ship when she ran between two Sands The Real and the Sham-Plots of three Lands Or Ionas he 's to be cast over Board Will this in th' See of Rome a calm affoard Without a Whale to Ship him safe to Shore No thou wouldst drown him to be seen no more Nor this alone would quell thy Romish storm Thou 'lt find more Ionas's to drown or burn What bold-fac ●d Bard art thou that dares to call This Sage Bull fac'd as if God made not all Did he make Treason Law well to propose The Habeas-corpus Bill for Friends and Foes Thy Shimei's next on whom thou quibbles worst As if his King he had most curs'dly curst Turning good Bethel to Beth-aven vile The worst of Mankind by thy frothy stile Did ever thy Mock Shimei call the King A Bloody Belialist or some such thing As mad with Malice threw he e're a Stone As well as Curses at God's Nointed one So Shimei did venting his hellish words And venturing his life to Davids Swords Oh how that dead Dog bark'd come out come out Thou cursed King Thus desperately stout Had Bethel been he had been Soundly Bang'd Yea long before this day been Roundly Hang'd All his rare Vertues thou turns into Vice His hopeful Youth Zeal Piety and rise To Shrievalty thou makes a Ridicule Makes th' City chuse a Knave if not a Fool His Juries Damns though none were panneld more In Honesty and Honour e're before And though thou scoff at his frugality Yet not a word how he set Prisoners free Had his Rome plaguing courage been but cold His Kitchins coldness never had been told This Shrieve to Babel brats gave plaguy Times His Chain bound them to Tyburn There 's his Crimes Corah comes last brings up thy railing Reer And suffers slashes by thy slandering Jeer But why is Doctor Oats this Rebel Grand Who with an Accent doth recorded stand Whom thy Caduceum transformed ha's Into Nehushtan monumental Brass Oh wonder working Mercury can thus Oats into Pillars metamorphose us As high as th' Dragon on Bow-Steeple stands To save from Romish Plots three Sister Lands This thy Mercurial Wit can do yet loose Thy Oaten Pipes thereby that please thy Muse But oh how ugly seems thy Metaphor Thus to cast Dirt on Englands Saviour That was the name the Earl of Danby gave him As th' Arch. Attestor thou in scorn God save him Who saved us from that Damn'd Popish Plot For which thou scoffs and doth his Scutcheon blot Nay all the rest that therein with him join Thou makes them suborn'd Rogues for love or Coin Though th' King four Parliaments do all adjust Their Evidence as well deserving Trust Where did he with affronts the King Annoy Or threaten him his Brother to Destroy As Samuel did Saul for Agags Death Him thou makes Oats and Corah with one breath Can th' Doctor be Corah and Samuel The last not first is a fit parallel Corah in Hebrew signifieth Bald Thus th' Doctor Corah never's better call'd While he was in Corahs Conspiracy With his Bald Crown 'mong Priests in Treachery Now he 's come off from Corahs Tents Romes Lord If not at Moses at Messias word Discovers th' Grandees of th' Conspiracy Stil'd Corah still he should not be by thee Oh how far wide thou shoots in this thy Type of thy two Corahs Jars with th' Antitype They suit in nothing save both Levites be A Rebel That but Loyal This all see Save he that 's blind or willfully doth wink Thus King and Parliaments did truly think Corah the Jew a chief Ring-leader was Of black Rebellion a most sturdy Ass Nor God nor Moses will be warned by But will be Captain o● th' Conspiracy He 's not content to be a Levite bare He 'l have the Priesthood too and th' Ephod wear Moses and Aaron both shall stoop to me I 'le be both Prince and Priest proudly said he The meekest Man on Earth was moved much To hear th' Arch-Rebels Mouth out-belchi 〈◊〉 Blasphemous words proclaiming th' P●●ple 〈◊〉 They might turn Priests and not be blam'd for Folly This Leveller dies not a common Death Consuming Fire and Earthquake stops his Breath When but one day he and his Company Like Children had blown up their Bubbles high No sooner are blown up but are blown out And fall on th' Eyes and Heads of th' Rebel Rout. Now vain Poematist how canst thou take Right measures here and an hit happy make 'Twixt thy two Corahs in the Act or End Vast difference in both thou maist attend How can thy Jingles jump in any one Of Corahs Acts Ramm'd with Rebellion With this brave Doctors brisk Discovery Of the Rude-Romish-Rebel's Treachery Hath he aspir'd thy Zadock to Vngrace And to assume th' High-priesthood as his place Where are his Priests and Princes to Conspire Against Meek Moses for Iehovah's Ire When did his Dathans and Abirams Rail At our Mild Moses scorn his Royal Call None say They 'l not come up to Parliament When Moses Royal Writs to them are sent None stile that Bondage House a flowing Land With Hony Milk none for returning stand If thus the Acts do miss much more the End Rome cannot Oats to Purgatory send 'Cause th' sturdy Rebels they 'l not come up said They did go down into the Dolesom Shade Of