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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	heart_n	see_v	word_n	7,457	5	3.9873	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A48786	The legend of Captain Iones continued from his first part to his end wherein is delivered his incredible adventures and atchievements by sea and land : particularly, his miraculous deliverance from a wrack at sea by the support of a dolphin, his severall desperate duels, his combate with Bahader Cham, a gyant of the race of Og, his loves, his deep imployments and happy successe in businesse of state : all which and more is but the tithe of his owne relation, which he continued untill he grew speechlesse, and died.	Lloyd, David, 1597-1663.; Lluelyn, Martin, 1616-1682.	1648 (1648)	Wing L2635; ESTC R204922	24,318	48

to invocate his name No part of Iones but in her eye exceeds All humane shape some god he must be needs But when at her request he doth relate The chances of his past and present state Never was eare with Orpheus harp possest As hers with Iones whil'st he his life exprest Those that have warm'd themselves by these strong fires May eas'ly guesse what fruits her wild desires Produc'd to Iones The observance of the Court With feasts and banquets and all Princely sport Are at his foot he cannot name nor wish That meat he likes but straight 't is in his dish In this high state some months he takes his ease Whil'st this sick Princesse feeds on her disease At last a sharp alarm damps these desires Which threatned death but could not quench her fires A Prince there was mighty in bulk and mind Whose Kingdoms confines unto No-land joyn'd Descended in his race from Og of Basan You 'd think his very name might well amaze one Bahader Cham Mombaza's King h' had been A long hot suter to this mighty Queen But still repuls'd now this unruly fire Supprest with scorn breaks forth from love to ire A mighty hoast he rays'd and marcheth through The heart of No-land to command not wooe Approaching neer her Court he sends her word She must be his owne Queen at bed and board Or see her Kingdome burn in higher flames Then his for her yet for his spirit shames To warre with women if she can find out One man in all her Realm that is so stout In her defence with him his sword to try Hee 'l bravely win her or hee 'l bravely dye Her Courtiers quail'd at this who knew his force Could not be parallel'd by man nor horse Nor could it chuse but make the Queen look black Not pale Th' interpreter at Iones his back Rounds in his eare this proud imperious speech Had she been thence h' had bid him kisse his breech For this proud message up howere he starts And this loud answer with his mouth he farts Goe tell Bahader Cham Mombaza's King One Mars begot in 's wrath will have a fling With him ere night that one who at one breath Don Dego and Gonzago did to death Will looke him dead nor will I only be This Princesse champion but thy Cham to see I 'le walke through beds of Scorpions for I hear He dares enough and I can brooke no peer This high reply nere mov'd the haughty Cham Let Iones be what he will hee 's still the same The day 's his owne before the fight 's begun Were Mars himselfe in steed of Mars his son A back and brest and helmet strong he dond Well wrought and varnish'd by some Indian hand A whale-bone bow he takes of speciall strength With arrowes barb'd at least two yards in length A crooked Scimiter whose edge was flint Queintly conjoyn'd and some tough spell was in 't To make it proof against the strength of steel Oft had this sword made head-strong Giants reel By his right side a massie Mace he hangs With which his sturdy foes to death he bangs A buckler like a Spanish ruffe he wore About his neck full halfe yard deep or more He wore not this for his defence or grace But to keep off his urine from his face For you must know that member was still mounted The bravest womans man on earth accounted And thus prepar'd this lusty Termagant Ascends his castle on his Elephant And then advanceth to a spacious Green Before the castle of this maiden Queen A brave Arabian courser is prepar'd For Iones his owne true armes he dons for gard Llwellins sword to doe and so descends Down to the Green where the fierce Cham attends Iones was to seek what kind of fight were best To make against this Giant and his beast Both farre exceed in strength himselfe and horse And therefore art must now be joyn'd with force No brest to brest a nimble charge and gon His ready steed as soon comes off as on Had not the well try'd arms he wore prov'd true The Chams smart whale bone bow had made him rue This bold attempt but what can whales weak bones When whales themselves came short to swallow Iones Thus thrice he charg'd and thrice he came off cleere At last he came close up in full career And turning short the horses hind feet slipt Through which mischance the Carry-castle ript His bowels forth with 's tusk down falles the horse The furious beast claspt Iones with his probosce And mounts him high but in his rise he found The means to give Bahaders face a wound And cuts in th' instant off the trunck that claspt him So downe the Elephant was forc't to cast him This hard exploit none ere perform'd before But one of Caesars Souldiers and no more The wounded beast inrag'd with paine cryes out With hideous voice and plung'd and pranc'd about The Green till from his seat the prince he throw'th And then for by the Cham from his first growth This feat he had been taught though mad with paine He strives to mount him on his back againe But Iones had lopt off his strong trunck before Whereby he could performe this feat no more Here Iones denies he bred this docill beast Taught to his hand he got him from the East And his report must have beliefe before us Who sweares it was the same that carry'd Porus Against the Macedon I cannot see How by wise natures rules this thing should be Unlesse in Plinies Volumes it appeares That Elephants may live two thousand yeares Now Iones leaps up in hast and swiftly flyes With sword in hand where bruis'd Bahader lyes And ere he could get up one washing stroke His head and buckler from his shoulders tooke Which when t was off they may compare't that will To the grim S Johns head on Ludgate hill His numerous Army struck with grief and sright At his sad fate betooke it selfe to flight And thus was No-lands Queen redeem'd by Iones From bondage rape and No-lands losse at once Now if she lov'd our Captaine well before In reason she must love him tenne times more Which she exprest by laying at his foot Her people No-land and her felfe to boot But whether 't was the god of loves deep curse That she refus'd for better or for worse Those mighty Princes which to her he sent To make her do●e on a non-resident Flings snow-balles at his heart and flames at hers To keep conjunction from these errant Starres Or whether Iones his genitals had got Some lame defect by Skinks late desperate shot And so his noble heart made him refuse What having got he could not rightly use 'T is not in me to Judge but this I know Her violent fires scorcht her and him his snow So cold that to avoid her amorous sight He leaves her court and steales to sea by night So Jason us'd Medea erst but hee 's So wise to take