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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
nature_n	cold_a	hot_a	moist_a	5,424	5	10.2024	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18560	The assemblie of foules Here foloweth the assemble of foules veray pleasaunt and compendyous to rede or here compyled by the preclared and famous clerke Geffray Chaucer.; Parliament of fowls	Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.; Copland, Robert, fl. 1508-1547.	1530 (1530)	STC 5092; ESTC S104965	12,078	30

bote And as I sayd amyddes lay Cupyde To whome on knees the yonge folkes cryde To be theyr helpe but thus I let her lye And serther in the temple I gan espye That in despyte of Dyane the chaste Full many a bowe ybroke hanged on the wall Of maydens suche as gan theyr tymes waste In her seruyce and peynted ouer all Of many a story of whiche I touche shall A fewe as of Calyxte and Athalante And many a mayde of whiche the name I wante Semiramus Candace and Hercules Byblys Dido Tesbe and Piramus Trystram ysoude Parys and Achylles Heleyne Cleopatre and Troplus Sylla and eke the mother Romulus All these were paynted on that other syde And all theyr loue and in what plyte they dyed Whan I was come agayne into that place That I of spake that was so swete and greue Forthe walked I tho my selfe to solace Tho was I ware where there sate a quene That as of lyght the somer sonne shene Passeth the sterre ryght so ouer mesure She fayrer was than ony creature And in a launde vpon an hyll of flowres Was set this noble goddes of nature Of braunches were her halles her bowres Y wrought after her crafte and her mesure Ne there was foule that cometh of engendure That there ne were preste in her presence To take her dome and gyue her audyence For this was on saynt Valentynes day Whan euery foule cometh there to chose his make Of euery kynde that men thynke maye And that so huge a noyse gan they make That erthe see and tree and euery lake So full was that vnneth was other space For me to stande so full was euery place And ryght as Alayne in the pleynt of kynde Deuyseth nature of such araye and face In suche araye men myght her there fynde This noble empresse full of grace Bade euery foule to take her owne place As they were wonte alway fro yere to yere On saynt Valentynes day to stande there That is to saye the foules of rauyne Were hyghest set and than the foules smale That eten as nature wolde enclyne As worme or thynge of whiche I tell no tale But water foule sate lowest in the dale And foule that lyueth by sede sate on the grene And that so many that wonder was to sene There myght men the royall egle fynde That with his sharpe loke perceth the sonne And other egles of a lower kynde Of which that clerkes well deuysen konne There was the tyraunte with his fethers donne And grene I mene the goshauke that dothe payne To byrdes for his outragyous rauayne The gentyll faucon that with his fote dystreyneth The kynges hande the sperhauke eke The quayles fo the merlyon that peyneth Hymselfe full ofte the larke for to leke There was the douue with her eyes meke The ielouse swanne ayenst his dethe that syngeth The oule eke that of dethe the bode bryngeth ¶ The crane the geaunte with his trompes sewne The thefe the choughe and eke y e ianglynge pye The scoruynge iaye the egles fo herowne The fals lap wynge full of trechery The stare that the counseyle gan bewrye The tame ruddcke and the cowarde kytte The cocke that orologe is of thorpes lyte The sparowe Venus sone the nyghtyngale That clepyth forth the fresshe leues newe The swalowe mordrer of the foules smale That maken hony of floures fresshe of hewe The wedded turtle with his herte trewe The pecocke with his angels fethers bryght The fesaunte scorner of the cocke by nyght The waker goes the cukkowe euer vnkynde The popyniay full of delycasye The drake scorner of his owne kynde The storke wreker of auowtrye The hote cormeraunte of glotenye The rauen and the crowe with her voyce of care The throstle olde and the frosty feldfare What shulde I say of foules euery kynde That in this worlde haue fethers and stature Men myght in that place assembled fynde Before that noble goddes of nature And yche of them dyd his besy cure Benyngly to chose or for to take By her acorde his formell or his make But to the poynt nature helde on her honde A formall egle of shape the gentyllest That euer she ymonge her workes fonde The most benynge and goodlyest In her was euery vertue at his rest So ferforthe that nature her selfe had blysse To loke on her and ofte her beke to kysse Nature the vyker of the almyghty lorde That hote colde heuy lyght moyste and drye Hathe knytte by euen nombre of a corde In esy voyce began to speke and saye Foules take hede of my sentence I praye And for your ease in furtherynge of your nede As fast as I may speke I wyll me spede Ye knowe well how on saynt Valentynes day By my statute and thrugh my gouernaunce Ye come for to chose and fle your way With your makes as I prycke you with plesaunce But nethles my ryghtfull gouernaunce May I not let for all this worlde to wynne That he that most is worthy shall begynne The tercell egle as that ye knowen well The foule royall aboue you all in degre The wyse and worthy the secrete true as stele The whiche I haue fourmed as ye may se In euery parte as it best lyketh me It nedeth not his shappe you to deuyse He shall fyrst chose and speke in his gyse And after hym by ordre shall ye chese After your kynde eueryche as you lyketh And as your happe is shall ye wynne or lese But whiche of you that loue moste entryketh God sende hym her that sorest for hym syketh And therwithall the tercell gan she calle And sayd my sone the choys is to you yfalle But netheles in this condycyon Must be the choys of eueryche that is here That she agre to his eleccyon Who so he be that shulde be her fere This is oure vsage alway fro yere to yere And who so maye at this tyme haue his grace In blysfull tyme he came into this place With heed enclyned and with full humble chere This royall tercell spake and taryed nought Vnto my souereygne lady and not my fere I chese and chesse with wyll and herte and thought The formell on your hande so well I wrought Whose I am all and euer wyll her serue Do what her lust to do me lyue or sterue The ꝑ of fou Besechynge her of mercy and of grace As she that is my lady souerayne Or let me dye present in this place For certes longe may I not lyue in payne For in myne herte is koruen euery veyne Hauynge rewarde onely to my truthe My dere herte haue on my wo some ruthe And yf I be founde to her vntrewe Dysobeysaunte or wylfull neclygent Auauntour or in processe loue a newe I pray to you this be my iudgment That with these foules I be all to rent That ylke day that euer she me fynde To her vntrewe or in my gylte vnkynde And syth that none loueth her so well as I All thoughe she neuer of loue behette