Selected quad for the lemma: prince_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
prince_n	ancient_a	great_a	king_n	2,954	5	3.4826	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03727	The boke of Codrus and Mynalcas; Eclogue. 4	Barclay, Alexander, 1475?-1552.; Baptista, Mantuanus, 1448-1516. Bucolica. 5.	1521 (1521)	STC 1384B; ESTC S104475	17,702	42

reason confoundeth at the length Great men are shamed to gyue thyng poore or small And great they deny thus gyue they nought at all Besyde this Codrus princes and men royall In our enditynges hath pleasure faynt and small So moche power haue they with men of might As symple douues whan eglys take their flyght Or as great wyndes careth for leaues dry They lyue in pleasure and welthe cōtinually In lust their lyking is and in ydlenesse Fewe haue their myndes from all vicyousnesse Pleasure is thyng wherto they must entende That they most cheriss he they wolde haue men cōcende If poetes shulde their maners magnify They were supporters of blame and lechery Than shulde their writyng be nothyng cōmendable Conteyning iestes and dedes detestable Of stynking Uenus or loue inordynate Of rybaude wordes whiche fall nat for a state Of right oppressed and beestly glotony Of vyce auaunced of slouthe and iniury And other dedes in fame and worthy blame Whiche were ouer long here to recount or name These to commende Codrus do nat agre To any poete whiche loueth chastyte ¶ Codrus What yes Mynalcas some haue ben strong bolde Whiche haue in batayle done actes manyfolde With mighty courage hauyng them in fight And boldely byding for to maynteyne the right To the coude I nowe reherse welnere ascore Of lust nor richesse settyng no force ne store Despisyng softe golde swete fare and beddes softe Whiche in colde harnes lye on the groūde full ofte Closed in yron whiche whan their woundes blede Want breed and drinke them to restore and fede Whyle some hath pleasure in softe golde orient With colde harde yron their mynde is well cōtent Suche were the sonnes of noble lorde Hawarde Whose famous actes may shame a faynt cowarde What coude they more but their swete lyues spende Their princes quarell and right for to defende Alas that batayle shulde be of that rigoure Whan fame and honour ryseth and is in floure With sodayne furour than all to quence agayne But boldest hertes be nerest dethe certayne ¶ Mynalcas ¶ For certayne Codrus I can nat that deny But some in batayle behaue them manfully Suche as in batayle do actes marcyall Laude worthy poetes and style heroycall The plesaunt muses whiche soundeth grauyte Had helpe and fauour whyle these were in degre But sythe strong knightes haue left their exercyse And manly vertue corrupted is with vyce The famous poetes whiche ornatly endyte Haue founde no mater wherof to syng or write The wytte thus dyeth of poetes auncyent So dothe their writyng and deties eloquent For lacke of custome thought care and penury These be confounders of plesaunt poesy But if some prince some kyng or conquerour Hath wonne in armes or batayle great honour Full lytell they force for to delate their fame That other realmes may laude or praise their name Of tyme for to come they force nothyng at all By fame and honour to lyue as immortall It them suffyseth they count ynoughe truely That their owne realmes their names magnify And that for their lyfe they may haue laude fame After their dethe than seke they for no name And some be vntaught and lerned no seyence Or els they disdayne hye style of eloquence Than standeth the poete and his poeme arere Whan princes disdayne for to rede or here Or els some other is drowned all in golde By couetyse kept in cures many folde By flagrant ardour inflamed in suche cas As in tyme past the olde kyng Mydas was Than of poemes full small pleasure hath he Couetyse and clergy full leudly dothe agre Besyde this Codrus with princes cōmonly Be vntaught courters fulfylled with enuy Juglers and pykers bourders and flatrers Baudes and ianglers and cursed auoutrers And mo suche other of lyueng vicyous To whom is vertue aduers and odyous These do good poetes forthe of all courtes chace By thousande maners of thretnyng and manace Somtyme by fraudes somtyme by yll report And them assysteh all other of their sort Lyke as whan curres lyght on a caryon Or stinkyng rauyns fedde with corrupcion These two all other away dothe bete and chace Bycause they alone wolde occupy the place For vnto curres is caryon moost mete And also rauyns thynke stynkyng thynges swete Another thyng yet is greatly more dampnable Of rascolde poetes yet is a shamefull rable Whiche voyde of wysdome presumeth to endyte Though they haue scantly the connyng of a snyte And to what vyces that princes moost intende Those dare these foles solemnyse and cōmende Than is he decked as poete laureate Whan stinkyng Thays made hym her graduate Whan muses rested she dyde her season note And she with Bacchis her camous dyde promote Suche rascolde drames promoted by Thays Bacchis Lycoris or yet by Testilys Or by suche other newe forged muses nyne Thynke in their myndes for to haue wyt diuyne They laude their verses they bost they vaunt get Though all their connyng be scantly worthe a pet If they haue smelled the artes trinycall They count them poetes hye and heroycall Suche is their folly so folisshely they dote Thinkyng that none can their playne errour note yet be they folysshe auoyde of honeste Nothyng seasoned with spice of grauyte Auoyde of pleasure auoyde of eloquence With many wordes and frutelesse of sentence Unapt to lerne disdayning to be tought Their priuate pleasur in snare so haue thē caught And worst yet of all they count them exellent Thoughe they be frutelesse rasshe improuident To suche ambages who dothe their mynde enclyne They counte all other as priuate of doctryne And that the fautes whiche be in them alone Also be cōmen in other men echone Thus byde good poetes oftyme rebuke and blame Bycause of other whiche haue dispysed name And thus for the badde the good be clene abiect Their arte and poeme counted of none effect Who wanteth reason good to discryue from yll Dothe worthy writers enterprete at his wyll So bothe the laudes of good and nat laudable For lacke of knowledge become vituperable ¶ Codrus ¶ In faythe Mynalcas I we le alowe thy wytte yet wolde I gladly here nowe some mery fytte Of mayde Maryon or els of Roby Hode Or bentleys Ale whiche chaseth wele the blode Of Pert of Norwyche or sauce of Wylberton Or buckysshe ioly we le stuffed as a ton Talke of the botell let go the boke for nowe Combrous is cōnyng I make to god auowe Speke of some mat which may refreshe my brayne Trust me Mynalcas I shall rewarde thy payne Els talke of stoutney wher is more brayne than wyt Place moost abused that we haue spoke of yet ¶ Mynalcas ¶ Of all these thynges langage to multiply Except I lyed shulde be but villany It is nat semyng a poete one to blame All if his honour haue won dyffamed name And thoughe suche beestes pursue me with enuy Malgre for malyce that payment I defy My maister techeth so dothe reason and skyll That man shulde restore and rendre