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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	father_n	heart_n	son_n	17,006	5	5.6134	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18410	An epicede or funerall song on the most disastrous death, of the high-borne prince of men, Henry Prince of Wales, &c. With the funeralls, and representation of the herse of the same high and mighty prince ... VVhich noble prince deceased at St. Iames, the sixt day of Nouember, 1612. and was most princely interred the seuenth day of December following, within the Abbey of Westminster, in the eighteenth yeere of his age.	Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.; Hole, William, d. 1624, engraver.	1613 (1613)	STC 4974; ESTC S107694	17,429	56

her neere Nuptials Could not O could not the Almighty ruth Of all these force thee to forbeare the youth Of our Incomparable Prince of Men whose Age had made thy Iron Forcke his Pen T'eternise what it now doth murder meerely And shal haue from my soule my curses yerely Tyrant what knew'st thou but the barbarous wound Thou gau'st the son the Father might cōfound Both liu'd so mixtly and were ioyntly One Spirit to spirit cleft The Humor bred In one heart straight was with the other fed The bloud of one the others heart did fire The heart and humour were the Sonne Sire The heart yet void of humors slender'st part May easier liue then humour without heart The Riuer needes the helpfull fountaine euer More then the Fountaine the supplyed Riuer As th'Iron then when it hath once put on The Magnets qualitie to the vertuous Stone Is euer drawne and not the stone to it So may the heauens the sonnes Fate not admit To draw the Fathers till a hundred yeeres Haue drown'd that Issue to him in our teares Blest yet and sacred shall thy memory be O-nothing-lesse-then-mortall Deitie Thy Graces like the Sunne to all men giuing Fatall to thee in death but kill me liuing Now as inuerted like th' Antipodes The world in all things of desert to please Is falne on vs with thee thy ruines lye On our burst bosomes as if from the skye The Day-star greater then the world were driuen Suncke to the Earth and left a hole in Heauen throgh which a secōd deluge now poures down On our poore Earth in which are ouer-flowne The seeds of all the sacred Vertues set In his Spring-Court where all the prime spirits met Of all our Kingdomes as if from the death That in men liuing basenes and rapine sheath VVhere they before liu'd they vnwares were come Into a free and fresh Elisium Casting regenerate and refined eyes On him that rais'd them from their graues of vice Digg'd in their old grounds to spring fresh on those That his diuine Ideas did propose First to himselfe then would forme in them VVho did not thirst to plant his sonne neer him as neer the Thames their houses what one worth VVas there in all our world that set not forth All his deserts to Pilgrime to his fauors VVith all deuotion offering all his labors And how the wilde Bore Barbarisme now will roote these Quick-sets vp what hearb shall grow that is not sown in his inhumane tracts No thought of good shall spring but many acts Will crop or blast or blow it vp and see How left to this the mournfull Familie Muffled in black clouds full of teares are driuen With stormes about the relickes of this Heauen Retiring from the world like Corses herst Home to their graues a hundred waies disperst O that this court-schoole this Olimpus meerly VVhere two-fold Man was practisde should so early Dissolue the celebration purpos'd there Of all Heroique parts when farre and neere All were resolu'd t' admire None to contend VVhen in the place of all one wretched end VVill take vp all endeauours Harpye Gaine Pandare to Gote Ambition goulden Chaine To true mans freedome not from heau'n let fal To draw men vp But shot from Hell to hale All men as bondslaues to his Turckish den For Toades and Adders far more fit then men His house had well his surname from a Saint All things so sacred did so liuely paint Their pious figures in it And as well His other house did in his Name fore-tell what it should harbour a rich world of parts Bonfire-like kindling the still-feasted Arts which now on bridles bite and puft Contempt Spurres to Despaire from all fit foode exempt O what a frame of Good in all hopes rais'd Came tumbling downe with him as when was seisde By Grecian furie famous Ilion VVhose fall still rings out his Confusion VVhat Triumphs scatterd at his feete lye smoking Banquets that will not downe their cherers choking Fields fought and hidden now with future slaughter Furies sit frowning where late sat sweet laughter The actiue lying maim'd the healthfull crasde All round about his Herse And how amaz'd The change of things stands how astonisht ioy VVonders he euer was yet euery Toy Quits this graue losse Rainbowes no sooner taint Thinne dewye vapors which oppos'd beames paint Round in an instant at which children stare And slight the Sunne that makes them circular And so disparent then mere gawds peirce men Slighting the graue like fooles and children So courtly nere plagues sooth and stupefie And vvith such paine men leaue selfe flatterie Of vvhich to see him free who stood no lesse Then a full siege of such who can expresse His most direct infusion from aboue Farre from the humorous seede of mortal loue He knew that Iustice simply vsd vvas best Made princes most secure most lou'd most blest No Artezan No Scholler could pretend No Statesman No Diuine for his owne end Any thing to him but he vvould descend The depth of any right belong'd to it Where they could merit or himselfe should quit He would not trust with what himselfe concern'd Any in any kinde but euer learn'd The grounds of what he built on Nothing lies In mans fit course that his own knowledge flies Eyther direct or circumstantiall O what are Princes then that neuer call Their actions to account but flatterers trust To make their triall if vniust or iust Flatterers are houshold theeues traitors by law that rob kings honors their soules-bloud draw Diseases that keep nourishment from their food And as to know himselfe is mans chiefe good So that vvhich intercepts that supreame skill which Flattery is is the supreamest ill VVhose lookes will breede the Basilisk in kings eyes That by reflexion of his sight dyes And as a Nurse lab'ring a vvayward Childe Day and night watching it like an offspring wilde Talkes infinitely idly to it still Sings with a standing throate to worse from ill Lord-blesses it beares with his pewks and cryes And to giue it a long lifes miseries Sweetens his food rocks kisses sings againe Plyes it with rattles and all obiects vaine So Flatterers with as seruile childish things Obserue sooth the waiward moods of kings So kings that flatterers loue had neede to haue as nurse-like councellors contemn the graue Themselues as wayward and as noisome too Full as vntuneable in all they doe As poore sicke Infants euer breeding Teeth In all their humours that be worse then Death How wise then was our Prince that hated these and wold with nought but truth his humor plese Nor would hee giue a place but where hee saw One that could vse it and become a Law Both to his fortunes and his Princes Honor. Who wold giue fortune noght she took vpon her Not giue but to desert nor take a chance That might not iustly his vvisht ends aduance His