Selected quad for the lemma: prince_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
prince_n	henry_n	king_n	margaret_n	2,334	5	11.5053	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A89049	Musarum deliciæ: or, The Muses recreation. Conteining severall select pieces of sportive vvit. / By Sr J.M. and Ja:S.	Mennes, John, Sir, 1599-1671.; Smith, James, 1605-1667.; Herringman, Henry, d. 1704,; H. H.	1655 (1655)	Wing M1710; Thomason E1672_1; ESTC R202916	33,905	95

more grave and stay'd come pray consent And blaze but one good snuff e're you be spent Touch-wood should take fire soonest as it falls Fresh joy clings fully close to aged walls So let us joyn thus in one volume bound A Chronicle and Corant may be found Vpon Chesse play To Dr. Budden TO thee Laws Oracle who hadst the power To wage my pens imployment for an houre I send no Frogs nor Mice Pigmees nor Cranes Giants nor Gods which trouble so the braines Of feigbning Poets nor my leisure sings The Counterbuffs of the foure painted Kings Those worthy Combatants have had their times And Battells sung in thousand curious rimes I sing the fierce Alarme and direfull stroke Of passing timbred men all heart of Oake Men that scorne Armes defensive nor in heat Of bloudy broiles complaine of dust or sweat Men that doe thinke no victory is fit That 's not compacted by the reach of wit Men that an Ambuscado know to lay T' entrap the Foe in his retiring way Plot Stratagems and teach their braines t' indite What place is fittest to employ their might Dull down-right blowes are fit for rustick wits Within the compasse of whose scalp there sits A homebred sense weak apprehension That strike the first they cast their eye upon Those are the Chaff of Soldiers but this Corn Of choicest men at highest rate is born Here life is precious where the meanest man Is guarded by the Noblest who doe scan Not what a poor man is but what may prove If bravely to the Armies head he move Such may his valour be he may of right Be an Executor to Rook or Knight Whose Lands fall to the King their Master dead With which this Pawn lives to be honoured And doe his Prince good service Tell me then Thou that dost distribute Justice to men Must Honours ever follow blood or should Vertue be grac'd though in the meanest Mould Tell me thou Man of Peace are not these Wars Lawfull and commendable where the scars Are for Command where either Enemy Seeks to himselfe a fifth great Monarchy Where neither knows his confines but each foot Is his where he or his can take firme root Pity with me the fortunes of those Kings Whose battell such an untaught Poet sings Know that great Alexander could not have An Homer and remember in wars brave Each deeds a Poem and he writes it best Who doth engrave it on a conquered Crest If I offend part of the blame is thine Thou gav'st the Theam I did but frame the Line Two angry Kings weary of lingring peace Challenge the field all Concord now must cease So do their stomacks with fir'd anger burn Nothing but wounds bloud death must serve the turne They pitch'd their field in a faire chequer'd square Each form two Squadrons in the former are The common Soldiers whose courageous scope Is venturing their lives like Fortune Hope These stil march on dare not break their rank But for to kill a Foe then 't is their prank To make the ground good 'gainst the Enemy Till by a greater force subdu'd they dye The Kings for safety in mid battell stand And Marshal all their Nobles on each hand Next either King an Amazonian Queen Like our sixt Henryes Margaret is seen Ready to scoure the Field corner or square She succours where the Troops distressed are Next stand two Mytred Bishops which in War Forget their Calling vent'ring many a scar In Princes cause yet must no Bishop stray But leave the broad and keep the narrow way Next are two ventrous Knights whose nimble feet Leap o're mens heads scorning to think it meet They should stand Centinells while the poor Pawnes With danger of their lives do scour the Lawnes The Battells out-spread wings two Rooks doe guard These flanke the field so well that there is barr'd All side assaults these for their valours grace The King in danger with him change their place But Majesty must keep a setled pace Rides not in post moves to the nearest place That 's to his Standart If there be report Of the Kings danger all troops may resort But now they sound Alarme each heart doth swell With wrath strikes in the name of Christabel Strike strike be not agast Soldiers are bound To fear no death much lesse to dread a wound Now without mercy dies the common Troop A Rook a Bishop and a Knight doth droop Yet neither boasts of Conquest though each hope To win the field which now is halfe laid ope By Soldiers death now dares a martial Queen Check her Foe King when streight there steps between A vent'rous Soldier or a Noble man Who cares not for his life so be he can From danger keep his King he fears not death In Princes cause that gives each Subject breath But this Virago dyes being left alone When straight a nimble Soldier steppeth on And through the thickest Troops hews out his way And till he come to th' head doth never stay This brave attempt deserves the honouring The Queens colours are his given by the King Who knows that valour should not want reward And vent'rous spirits best keep a Princes guard Now is the War in heat bloudy the Field Mercy is banish'd none hath thought to yeild Basely to beg his breath the fame now ran That they must fight it out to the last man All Soldiers dye but one who to his King Griev'd with his great losse doth this comfort bring That their great Foe whose Troops are all now dead Must to their swords yeild up his conquer'd head Then with their Check and Check on either hand The poor disheartned King doth mated stand Though thus to dye it be the Princes fate Who dares pronounce he had a whisking mate Who rather then mumping forgoe the Field Joyes in the place he stands his breath to yeild But now the conquering couple want their breath Their festered wounds doe rankle grim death Creeps through the gashes down the Victors fall And then one generall Herse entombs them all The loose Wooer THou dost deny me cause thou art a Wife Know she that 's Marryed lives a single life That loves but one abhor that Nuptiall curse Ty'd thee to him for better and for worse Variety delights the active blood And Women the more common the more good As all goods are there 's no Adultery And Marriage is the worst Monopoly The Learned Roman Clergy admits none Of theirs to Marry they love all not one And every Nun can teach you 't is as meet To change your Bedfellow as smock or sheet Say would you be content onely to eate Mutton or Beef and tast no other meat It would grow to loathsom to you and I know You have two palats and the best below Vpon the biting of Fleas SUmmon up all the terrifying paines That ever were invented by the braines Of earthly Tyrants Then descend to Hell And count the horrid tortures that doe dwell In the darke Dungeon where the