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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
order_n	angel_n	young_a	youth_n	17	3	9.1740	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18734	The firste parte of Churchyardes chippes contayning twelue seuerall labours. Deuised and published, only by Thomas Churchyard Gentilman.	Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.	1575 (1575)	STC 5232; ESTC S104983	109,539	236

for to proue that saieng true I will rehers a thing to youe Which hath bin trid and trid againe Whearfore giue ear I lyst not fayn I knue my selfe and of laet dayes A father that was much to prayes In bringing vp his babes catch on He myght be calde a parragon In teaching youth and vsing age Would god catch man would wear his bage And seek his lyurey for to haue Than in thear harts they should engraue The feare of God his armor coet And all the worship that he goet His aerms his collors and his crest His hoep his curatts for his brest His sheld his sword his enmies rod And to be short the fear of God Was all or moest of his delite In sleashly tabuls God did write His law his fear and blessed will Far past the compasse of our skill I mean within the humble mind Of this goodman well bent of kind With parfit stamp was printed fast The law and fear I spake of last As all his childern taught he well To oen apart this did he tell Moer of●nar than vnto the rest Perhaps that boy he loued best How if he would his blessyng win Than with this ruell he must begin First eury mornyng whan he roes Before he had put on his cloes He should a sollem praier say To God to keep him all the day That he did purpose well to spend And whan the day was brought to end And should repayre vnto his bed Another praier should be sed Before he slept if this he did In eury point as he was bid The Father sayd that God on hie Would blesse the place whear he did lie And giue an Angell charge he sed To keep good watch about the bed That neither feend nor fearfull sight Should vexe the silly soul that night His son that lesson kept full well And neuer from that order fell But most deuoutly that he vsd Till wanton life had him abuesd And made him minde sutch follies heer As retchlesse youth doth bye full deer Whose pleasuers whan the son had caught The goodly ruell his father taught In very deed forgotten was And littell did this yong man pas How he the day or night had spent But heer what plaegs was aftter sent What restles sleeps and dreams he had For som tims as he had bin mad When in the bed he down was laid He did sutch things as wold haue Fraid The stowttest man that treds in shue And farther moer I may tell youe He was aferd him self ful oft For nothing stoerd by him so soft Wythin the chaember that he sleept But thearwith vnder cloes be crept And durst not speak of any thing To be of all the world a king Theas fancies did not chang him so But he had torments many moe Of other secret fears with in When for to sleep he did begin Which alttred him on sutch a sort I can not make thearof report Sutch frights and startyng in the bed And of his mowth I haue hard sed He thoght he sawe and markt hit wel A thowsand deuells owt of hel Com ronning on him all at oens Som toer his fleash som broek his boens Som flang him down as than he thoght And was thearwith in slomber broght But stil his fancies did him fraem To crie alowd on Ihesus naem Yea sutch as slept with him haue hard That he the blessed naem prefard Of Ihesus suerly first of all And whan thear on this man did call His raeg of storms began to slaek And streight from sleep he did awaek Than would he loek vnto the lord And so the fathers ruell record No soeuer was a prayer said But ●ownd as ba●b in cradell laid He slept and hath d●n oftten sence This prous that vnder gods defence ●an wa●ks ● sleeps and dreams somwhiels And as he at our folly s●●els A gent●ill warning doth he giue Because he would haue sinnars liue And so conuert for causis knoen To him that sitts in sacred throen He gieds and gouerns eury whear And brings the hawty harts in fear To mak men knoe from whence we haue The quiet sleeps and rest we craue I could of dreams mutch moer resit But this suffiseth that I writ To shoe that dreams of many men Aer true or moshons now and then To mak vs way in ballance right That god with wonders works his might And doth in sleep a messaeg send Unto som purpose and som end To man whoe 's thoughts and doings boeth He seeth and marks what path he goeth Nowe to re●orn I think hit best Whear I did leaue and sho the rest How that my hors that iomlyng i●ed To be at home sutch labour maed Yet must I needs now wonder how This mo●strous thyng could bear me throw But things in Dreams ye kno may seem That out of Dreams no man will deem As did this to for who would think Or in his hed could let it sinke That in the bowels of a beast Thus I could ried or at the least How Hors away so fast did trot The dream would haue it so ye wot Now when to stable d●er we cam The ro●ll stoed still as any Lam Then did I light and went my wey Thear at the hors began to ney He maed so lowd and shrill a sownd As though in sunder shaekt the grownd I neuer saw in sutch a heat Whan on the earth his feet he beat Ne beast nor man nor lyuyng thyng And as the bruit therof did ryng Within your earrs you cam to se What ruell and reuell this might be Wherwith the Hors agaynst his kind In reason did declaer his mind And spake in order like a man But when to talk the Horse began You muesd and all your howse eatch oen That still stood wondryng thear apon But loe he told his taell so well And so rehersid euery dell How I within his belly roed That you than without moer aboed In his behalf sayd vnto me Is this an honest pranke of the First to offende me as thou knoest Than further in thy solly goest And breaks the back of my poer hors And after ridest in his cors And not content with that fowl part But here agayn returned art To set my hart on anger moer Perchance thou maist repent it soer This sayd ▪ the Hors fell down star● ded And to another world you fled And le●● your wife your childe and all To that which after might befall My freend thus gon ꝙ I alas Mans life is brittell as the glas And with the greef that I did take Out of my dream I did awake And when at full I had it s●and I tooke my pen and ynk in hand Yea ear I had put on my cloes Or out of bed that day I roes This did I write this did I pen In sutch a plyght my hed was then And by my troeth with no more time I wrate to you this barrayn rime Wherfore a shamd I am to send A