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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	beget_v	father_n	son_n	11,645	5	6.8465	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A59294	Azaria and Hushai a poem.	Pordage, Samuel, 1633-1691?; Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.	1682 (1682)	Wing S2663; ESTC R25142	24,530	44

let him know his Father was a King If that to Azaria were a Blot His Father made it when he him begot But Heav'n such Virtue moulded with his Soul That his aspiring Lust it did controul Thus to wise Hushai he repli'd I finde Yous Counsel is agreeing with my Mind And tho my Foes me an ill man do make My Loyalty I never will forsake Yet prudent Hushai do not Nature blame If I cannot unmov'd appear so tame As not to shew Resentment at my Shame Oh would to Heav'n I nee'r had been begot Or never had been born a Royal Blot My Father's Bloud runs thorow every Vein He form'd those Spirits which desire to reign Mount t'wards a Throne and sordid Earth disdain In Glory Fame Crowns Empire they delight And to all these they would assert my Right And my great Thoughts do whisper there is none Can be more neer a Father than his Son This prompts me to oppose Eliakim And never yield my Father's Crown to him But then one groveling thought strait pulls me down And throws me at a distance from the Crown Oh would to God And hete he stopt and sigh'd Whilst Hushai thus to the griev'd Prince repli'd Indeed great Prince it seemeth wondrous strange To all the World to see your Father's change To find the happy Love he us'd to show'r Like fruitful Rain on you to fall no more To see a Son the Father's dear Delight His pleasing Joy now banish'd from his sight Nature must in the Father deeply groan When from his Heart is rent so dear a Son Nor can I think tho he from you should part A Brother e'er can lie so near his Heart To work this Change your Foes much Art do use Their venom'd Tongues your Fathers Ears abuse And you of an aspiring mind accuse Justice in Amazia bears such sway That even Nature must to it give way H 'ad rather Nature sorce and part with you Than seem to rob another of his due He holds it just and as a thing divine To keep uubroken still the Royal Line Such an Example we can hardly find A King to 's Brother so exceeding kind When by it he doth so great hazard run Losing at once his People and his Son Grieve not great Prince at your unhappy Fate Let not your Birth your Vertue to abate It was not you that could your self create I should great folly shew should I repine At what I could not help and was no fault of mine Tho by your Mothers side your Birth was mean And tho your Mother no declared Queen If Heaven and your Father please you may By lawful Right Iudea's Scepter sway After that he is numbr'd with the Dead And his great Soul to Abraham's Bosom fled Posseffion of a Crown clears every Stain No blot of Birth to you can then remain What Pow'r on Earth by Right dares question you Or what your Father and Sanhedrim do Nor is your Birth to Heaven any let God Iepthtah once did o're Iudea set He was a Conquerour of a mighty Name And 's Mother no ways did eclipse his Fame Nor bar'd him from the Title of a King Nor those who after from his Loins did spring Nature may yet make your great Father kind And who can tell but he may change his mind When your succession shall be understood To be the Peoples Choice and for the Nations Good But let us leave what is to come to Fate Your Father's pleasure and God's will await Long may it be ere the King's life doth end On it our Peace and happiness depend Like Wheat full ripe with many years bow'd down Let him leave this for an immortal Crown And who can tell Heav'ns-will it may be too Eliakim may die before the King or you Think of no Titles while your Father lives Take not what an unjust Occasion gives For to take Arms you can have no pretence Tho it should be e'en in your own defence It better were without the Crown to die Than quit your Vertue and blest Loyaltie You with the numerous Peoples Love are blest Not of the Vulgars only but the Best I would not have you their kind Love repel Nor give encouragement for to rebel For their Affection which they wildly shew Is rendred by your Foes a Crime in you Here you your Course must even steer and strait That you may not your Father's fears create Keep the Iews Love and not increase his Hate Leave for a while the City and the Court Go and divert your self with Country-sport Perhaps your Foes may then abate their spight And you may be forgot when out of sight By your Retirement you will let them see You 'd take away all cause of Jealousie That you like Absalom will never prove To court the head-strong Peoples factious Love Nor will I ever prove Achitophel To give you wicked Counsel to rebel Continue still your Loyalty be just And for the Crown God and your Vertue trust Endeavour not to take what may be giv'n Deserve it first and then receive 't from Heav'n He said And this Advice above the rest Suited with Azaria's Vertue best He was not stain'd with Cruelty or Pride A thousand Graces he possest beside To Vertue he was naturally inclin'd And Goodness clothed his heroick Mind His Kingly Vertues made him fit to reign Yet scorn'd by evil Arts the Crown to gain And tho he Empire to desire did seem His Loyalty was still more dear to him Therefore he did not court the Peoples Love Nor us'd their Pow'r his Rival to remove From 's Father he sought not their Hearts to steal Nor head a Faction mov'd by blinding Zeal But like a vertuous and a pious Son Sought all occasions of Offence to shun In private like a common man sat down His Peace his Rule his Loyalty his Crown Thus humble vertuous loyal void of Pride Most of the Iews he gained to his side Not factious Sects the Rabble or the rude Erring unthinking vulgar Multitude But the chief Tribes and Princes of the Land Who durst for Moses's ancient Statutes stand The pious just religious and the good Men of great Riches and of greater Bloud Did as one man themselves together joyn To stop the Baalites and Hell's curst design Not wicked or seduc'd by impious Arts But Loyal all and Patriots in their hearts For they beheld the Baalites foul intent Religion to o'rthrow and Government These at the Monarch's Power did not grutch Since bound by Laws he could not have too much What Laws prescribe they thought he well might have How could he else his Realm in danger save But Baal's or Egypt's Yoke they would refuse Not fitting for the Necks of free-born Iews They all resolve the King not to oppose Yet to defend the Nation from its Foes And were it not for those great worthy men The Iews distress'd and wretched soon had been Among the Rout perhaps there some might blend Whose int'rest made them Publick good pretend Weary