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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
soul_n	death_n	life_n	separation_n	5,892	5	10.4670	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A49456	Ludus Scacchiæ a satyr against unjust wars : representing the intemperate lust of a wanton and never satisfied ambition.	Gould, Robert, d. 1709?	1676 (1676)	Wing L3471B; ESTC R23023	20,952	64

Despair Thence will I headlong throw This wretched weight this heap of Misery And in the dust below Bury my Carcass and the Thought of thee Which when I finish'd have O hate the dead as thou hast done Alive But come not neer my Grave Last I take Heat from thee and so revive The Answer CAELIA STay hapless swain Return Love's Altar knowes no Bloody Sacrifice No Guilty Fires there burn He only Wounds not kills his Votaries Stay Sheepherd pitty Me Since to thy s●lf thou bear'st such stubborn Hate Is thy try'd Constancy Faithful to Plagues That 's though thy wonted Fate Death with all thy Griefs end They 'l lye forgotten in the same dust with thee My sorrows enter then And the long mischief still will torture Me. Why wouldst thou perish Now T was the Coy CAELIA made thee hate thy Breath Shee 'l be no more so now O Turn fond Friend and do not loose thy Death Chorus Let the Tree flourish And Forget his F●tal Name but adorn'd thus Cast a New Sh●de and stand For ever Sacred unto Love and us Crown the dry and wither'd Hill With fresher Roses then h' has yet had on And may he now be still Or if he totter Let him fall Alone Horat. Ode 7. Lib. Car. 4. Ad Manlium torquatum THe Snow's dissolv'd and the Chas'd Flowers return Back to their Field By the Trees Leaves are worn Earth Shifts her Habit The Bank but now despis'd Checks the Whole River and it self doth Rise The Graces with the Nymphs now naked may Visit the Field smiling and Fair as they The year tells us w' are mortal and th' gliding stay Of the prone Hours hurrying the Light away The Gentle easy Blasts awake the Spring The Hot remove it hence and Summer bring That 's fled when th' Trees bow down their Loads and then The dull cold Winter binds up all agen But the Swift Moons r●turn the yeare But we When once we fall shall with Aeneas lye Tullus and Ancus And born no more shall fade Into our Urns Dust and forgotten Shade Who 's sure the next Sun shall Shine on Him and raise The small spent Sum and moment of his Days That which thou leav'st thy heaps of Wealth and Care Shall perish too and slide from thy glad Heir When once th' hast left the Day and the just Judg shall Fix thy Eternal Doom thy truest fall 'T is not thy Birth nor Eloquence can free And quit thee from 't nor thy late Piety Boet. de Consol. Phil. lib. 2. Metr 4. WHol'd fix a Sure Retreat A lasting wary seat Safe when the wild storms blow And the Seas overflow Let him the Hills proud Height And th' Sands false Bottom sleight That the loud Tempests shake These the vain Pile forsake Shunning the envious Fate Does pleasant seats await Let thy low humble cell In a Rock's Bosom dwell Though Seas and Tempests join In One Confusion Hid in that quiet space Thy stedfast Rock's Embrace Thou shalt compleat thine Age And scorn the Cloud 's vain Rage SONG ● WIthdraw my Caelia Cloud thine eye Smile on an Enemy Those Glances M●rther where they flye Retire that piercing earnest Light And my faint wounded sight Bless rather with a Sh●●● and night The bliss which in a boundless wantou Flood Showres on the narrow Soul a vaster Good With Excessive joys Th' or'whelmed Pow'r destroys 2. Those lovely Aires be far away Which of the Syren's Lay The sweetness and the D●ath conveigh In these mor● Fate mor● Magique lye 〈◊〉 must the Syren flee Or hearing charm'd must follow thee But since those Deaths where Souls flye ravish'd hence Have more of j●y than Life can e'r dispence Smile and sing Caelia Life 's an Ill Where Smi●es and Soft Aires kill 3. Thus Souls with Raptures charmed lye When from their Cells they fly Call'd not by Death but Exstacy Thus the Divine Nepenthe gives Life which in Slumbers lives When Fate it urges and retrieves And thus whilst by that voice and eye betrayd My Soul as motions like their like obey Does to Elizium stray Elizium is the way The Cyprian Virgin When Cyprus fatal Hour drew nigh And only One year was untold Decreed by impartial Destiny That Venice should that Island hold The Turkish General Mustap●● Sate down before Nicosiae To the Venetian Seignory Cyprus a hundred years did bow But to a greater Tyranny Its vanquish'd Head it must yield now Dominions cease and scepters dye And low as their fal'n Princes lye Nicosia long had peace enjoy'd Seated i th' midst o th' fertile Isle And by no Enemy annoy'd Had all the thoughts of War exil'd War followes peace And that War may Prevail Peace does it Self betray Wak'd with the Rumor of this War With a new strong defensive Wall With Bulwarks firm and Regular Their City they encompass'd All Who knowes whe'r Fates are fix'd Or we May Fate retrieve by Industry But all this Guard unequal was To the Opposers violence The Cannons Thunderbolts took place And rent in sunder All Defence Mans strength far weaker than Mans Rage Does borrow'd Powers and Furies wage The Fo● prevailes and as a Flood Whose weight all Banks and Dams bear down Swells high and loud by nought withstood So the proud Foe o'rewhelms the Town But Floods are calm to him what can Equal the Boundless Rage of Man Who thirst for Blood may glutted be Who lusts may gratifie that vice For the Reward of Victory Of Cities storm'd the glorious price Is That the Souldier is left free To put off his Humanity But what 's forbid by Heaven's Decrees Can Generals to their Souldiers give Laws against Lusts and Cruelties In Heaven sign'd Dare they retrieve The happy sword may give new Law To th' vanquish'd must not Heaven awe Forbidden Lusts whilst they permit And Fury raging beyond Death They that themselves are Men forget And with the vanquish'd draw One Breath Swords licenc'd thus 'gainst Heav'n are drawn They gain the Day but lose the Man By th' Sword 'bove fifteen thousand fall And twenty thousand Captives led These do the slain more happy call And closely chain'd envy the Dead The slain no Victour can enslave Eternal Freedom dwells i' th' Grave Who ere has Beauty strength or Art Now yi●lds it up as Sp●y●s to th' Foe Captives have in themselves no part But to the Victour All forgo● They breath for Him who as their Fate Dispences Life or gives it Date Three Ships with Dead and living Spoyls Treasure and Captives loaden were The ●arve● of that Summers toyls To S●●i●● sent by th' Conqueror The Blood and Guilt of Th●●sands must Serve O●● Ma●s Luxury and Lust. The Mothers spread alongst the Shoare Follow the Ships with big-swoln eyes To see those they should see no more And to the Heavens send their Cryes Uncertain what from thence to seek A happy Voyage or a wreck For to what end should their vain Pray'r Beg Prosperous Gales and Happy winds That wafred by a

guess That Love by Outward pain or Happiness Those smiles do neither Cure nor those Griefs kill For neither joy is Good nor pain is ill Not the poor joys of Earth nor its false pain Which while th' affect us do withdraw again As when a storm gives or a Sun to th' Flow'r The Beauty or the sickness of an Hou'r And when th' are fled As Flowres their drooping Head Never to rise let fall Th' are Ever fled Fled like a pleasing or unquiet Dream Or like the smooth or the complaining stream Which Yesterday ne'r to return pass'd by Their Torment and their joy Then Equal be And in One Ev'n State together lye The Glorious and the Wretched Memory Is All that does divide 'em For what 's past Time has seal'd up and the dark Grave holds fast Their Present Sence of what is fled is One The wretched Suffers not His pain that 's gone Nor th' happy feels his joy But One deep Night Has drawn it's heavy Wing and clos'd Each Light No pleasing or ingrateful Sense remains But the faint Story of the Joys or Pains Such shadows are th' Affections Good or Ill Fleet as their Objects But the Soul 's great will Pursues no dying Good but those that be Companions of its Own Eternity For th' Good that 's Chosen must proportion'd be To th' Pow'r that Chose that it may satisfie Its utmost Cravings when reposing there It shall enjoy and lose its Vast desire But 'mongst the Mines of Earth there 's none can fill Th' Embraces of the Soul nor bound its will False to their Love they do but Cheat the mind For parting those dull Goods will stay Behind It therefore Courts a lasting Happiness And hates that Evil which no Change can bless Enjoys the Peace of Truth and Vertue flies The pain of Errour and Impieties Rectitude measures what it Loves and Shu●s Guide of its knowledg and its Actions Such is the Soul's delight Such its high Love A Pure Immortal Beauty lodg'd Above Which outlives Change and unconcern'd looks on The Torreent of a Desolation When All the Things which here we Glorious call Stoop to their First Earth And together fall Low as their Foundations When nought withstand The Fury of the Glo●ious Guilty Hand But One heap made shew what Confusion Deforms the World when Strength and Madness joyn There like a steep bold Rock which midst the flood Has thousand storms and thousand Thunders stood Whose Safe Foundations laid Beneath the Deep Quiet and low i th' Earth's firm Bosom sleep Free from the War o th' Tempest whilst his proud Advanced head rais'd 'bove both Sea and Cloud Views Either storm Beneath and safe does lye Though midst the Rage yet 'bove the Injury Thy Great Mind stand Secure High and Alone It Self intire and its Possession For who can wound Or lead thy Mind away Captive Or take thy Vertue 'mongst the Prey It Conquers Time and Death And does abide When th' sence of suff'ring Or enjoyings fled For when the pleasure or the pain is gone The Conscience of a Vertuous Action Liv●s and Rewards the doer These joys Alone Know not the Grave Nor see Corruption But with the Soul whose Good they are ascend Pure Immaterial Aged as the mind N'er to be parted For the Good desir'd Though sever'd i th' pursuit yet when acquir'd Is with the Pow'r desiring it made One For All Desire tends to Perfection The high Reward of Love which then 's attain'd When the Imp●rfect Pow'r t' its Fair Hope chain'd Weds the Beloved Object to its Own Being From which intire Perfection Crowning its Being and with it made One Who shall divide it makes the Being None If then the Soul's Enjoyments are Above If it 's high well-aim'd wishes thither move If Truth and Goodness only are its end All things befall us as they thither tend Are Good or Bad Since things subservient To Other ends are nam'd from the Event What then unwings the Soul and stops its Flight Which or depresses or suspends its height Wrongs th' End which if unskilful Happiness Shall do is from its weight this Motion cease That flattring Bliss will to thy sorrows add 'T is but a Death sent Smiling ill Well-clad Or If Affliction shall Promote its way If by it free'd from th' Hindrance and delay Of Outward Things The Soul now left Alone Preluding to its Separation Shall view these perishing Objects with those Eyes Which both their Presence and their Want despise And with a pure and rectifi'd desire To Goodness only shall and Truth aspire Th' Afflicted shall lament no more But bless The Mercy of the wound The Happiness To which as when dark storms or Clouds conceal A God descending Sorrow was the veil Aim then aright thy ill-plac'd Hope and Fear For since the Glorious and the Scorn'd Things Here Wait for One Change as when the last great Flame Shall mingle Stars and Dust And since No Name Shall know them any more when parted hence Nor their Effects return and strike the sense For who enjoys the faln Flower Who can tell Where th' Rose has hid its Colour l●ft ' its smell Whither its fair its untaught Blast did str●y Or what rude wind stole its last Breath away That can new-dress the scatter'd Flower can tye The Leaves into their knot again which flye The vain winds scorn Leave the delights of Earth Those Flowers o th' Field And whence thy Soul its Birth Derives Ascend kindle a new Desire Within thy Breast A genuine Native Fire Which to that Beauty climbs that dwells Above That Glorious Endless Form Be this thy Love 'Tother Embrace or Shun as They Serve this Call 'em th' Attendants On it not the Bliss Follow the End 'T is that alone can stay The Soul No Rest's to them who dwell i th' way ETERNAL POWER Cause of our joy and Grief From whom All Sorrow comes and All Relief Guide us in Either If Thou 'lt have us tri'd With Outward Blessings Teach us to abide The strong Temptations of Happiness But if Our Frailty known Thou 'lt rather Bless Us with Affliction since Prosperity Of Fools destroys 'em Let 's not repine that we Are freed from th' Curious Danger Nor be cast down And murmur at thy mercy 'cause thy Frown Saves us But cheerfully submit to Thee Since Our Distresses and Our Suffrings be The Care of Heaven Since the Pow'r directs And which commands the Plague That Pow'r protects Thus when we have devolv'd Our selves on thee Whate'r befalls us joy or Misery We shall be Safe in Either plac'd on High As our Defence is when the storms pass by The wild impatient storms Beneath us we As the safe Lawrel when each blasted Tree o th' Grove the last Mark stand o th' Lightnings way Shall still be Green and Flourish like that Bay That of Ovid Met. 12. Iam timor ille Phrygum Deus et tutela pelasgi Nominis Aeacides c. Transfer'd to Our CHARLES I AND now the