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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	church_n	holy_a	word_n	6,560	5	4.2187	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16756	Machiuells dogge	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?; Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626? I would, and would not. aut	1617 (1617)	STC 3664.5; ESTC S109778	13,417	36

the damned in And tell the ouerglutted Epicure Whose ease delighteth but in fat and froth When he in hell shall hourely toyle endure And haue his wages in vnwholesome broth When boyling leade shall doe his guts no good When hee shall starue or gnawe his flesh for food Be sullen loure and skowle at knaues and fooles That walking come by thee like men of worth And send the scoldes vnto the cucking stooles And bring the beggers with their wallets foorth And sweepe the streetes from all the cheating mates And take heed of the horne beasts in the gates Runne all about among the rascall people And beat the beggers from the rich mens doores And goe from Charing Crosse vnto Paules steeple And clense the streetes of all the knaues and whores Kill all the dogges for feare of their faction And send the idle roagues vnto ●●rection Scoure all the coasts Kent street and Clarken well Wapping East Smithfield Chick lane Turnhole street Pickthatche the Spittle Shorditch and Halliwell And all the by-lanes where the Baudes doe meet And Tuttill street S. Giles and Islington And make a steppe ouer to Newington All scolding Allies and such scuruey places And take them as thou find'st them euery where Bring out the Punkes with all their pockie faces The purple tawnie round and russer haire Set vp a stake and bring rhe Refuse thether And make a Bonefire of them all together Make much of none but true kind hearted wenches That would be honest if they could tell how But meddle with no great ones on their benches For feare of worse hurt then a broken brow Yet if thou see'st a knacke of knauery goe Thinke what thou list although thou say not so Barke at a Traytor sawne not on a theefe Tell them the halter hangs right in their way And tell rhe Butcher when hee buyes his beefe The hornes may helpe to make the hide away And watch the least good fortune may befall For greedy hounds will haue the deuill and all Or with Diogenes goe seeke and see If by a Lanthorne and a Candle light Thou canst finde out where there may hidden be One honest man from wicked wordlings sight Or make a Suruey of old Timons trees Whether the pockie vvhores haue payde their fees Rayle at the world and hate it to the death And s●y it is but patience Purgatory A c●●●red mouth that giues a cursed breath That sounds but sorrow death and misery Where he that can in his best sence conceiue it Thinkes himselfe neuer happy till hee leaue it But for the vertuous eyther high or low Honour and loue them though thou dost not know thē But for the vitious let the villaines goe Downe to the hell a blast of whirlewinde blow them Yet vvish them not to hell but somewhat better Although thou knowest they be the Hangmans debter Fret till the flesh bee bare vnto the bones To see thy spirit so thy body spend Sigh sob and swell with such deepe inward grones As heart would burst to see thou canst not mend Not mend a slender hurt nor little paine But heart all broke that cannot heale againe Bite hard thy lippes and shake thy troubled head And grate thy teeth vntill thy gummes doe bleede And looke as lumpish as a peece of lead And speake to no man but to serue thy neede Walke by thy selfe and seeke no company And hate the thought of hellish villanie For let rich Midas bee a golden asse And like a toade a dogged tyrant swell And Iudas with his poysoned spirit passe With all the cursed damned crue to hell Loue thou thy God and for the godly pray And so with all the world make holy day If that thou see a Begger grow to wealth Marke how he gets it and so giue him grace If honestly regarde him if by stealth Of villany wish him a viler place And yet alas in charitie pray for him Hell may not haue him though the heauens abhor hin And put on patience for it is but vaine To fret and fume and chafe and play the foole Let vs goe fall vpon some finer straine And bring our wits vnto some better schoole Entreat a little it may breed● good blood See if fayre words will I 〈◊〉 the world to good Entreat all knaues to turne all honest men And honest men they will be honest still Entreat no Cocke to treade his neighbours henne But let the Turtles kindly sit and bill Entreat the Tinker better stop his holes And Grim the Colier giue vs better coles Entreat the shepheard that doth sheare his sheepe Hee will not clip too low to cut the skinne And bid his woman that shee doe not weepe Because the mouse hath beene within her Binne Her husband will not feele it in his purse And sift the meale the bread is neere the worse Entreat the Geese and Ganders hold their peace There is not one wise word among them all And all the alley scoldes their brawling cease For t is a filthy thing to scolde and brawle And all fayre wenches that are beauties flowrse They will not be the Deuils Paramours Intreat the Asses for to leaue their braying The Peacocke that he will not stoupe his tayle And mad young wenches for to leaue their maying The milke mayde that shee looke vnto her payle The Stallion horse hee doe not beat the mare And greedy houndes they doe not kill the hare Now fie on fooles cap heere 's a dish of drinke To choke a dogge let all these toyes alone Let vs our selues of somewhat else bethinke That yet may doe some good when all is gone That though our bodies our of frame are growne Our spirits yet may not be ouerthrowne Then let vs leaue the world and go to Church And turne all Preachers true and holy men And while the Knaue doth giue the foole the lurch And plotters write with an vngodly penne Let vs deliuer by the word of truth The way to heauen both vnto age and youth Yea let vs reade the rules of sacred life Perswade the troubled soule to patience The husbands care and comfort to the wife The childe and seruant due obedience Faith to the friend and to the neighbour peace That loue may liue and suites at law may cease Pray for the health of all that are diseased Confession vnto all that are conuicted And patience vnto all that are displeased And comfort vnto all that are afflicted And mercy vnto all that haue offended And Grace to all that all may be amended Pray for the King the Queene and Countries health Their royall Issue and their Peeres of State The Councell Clergy and the common wealth That no misfortune may their blisse abate But that th' almighty so his Church will cherish That not a member of his loue may perish To King and Queene giue Rights of Royalty And for their vertues giue them worthy prayse Grace to the Prince the Subiect loyalty That all together may haue happy dayes The Councell wisdome

Ruffe le ts fall vpon New Cut. New Cut indeede le ts see no iugling Cut But he that hits the game vpon the head May in his bagge the money closely put While other Gamsters may goe bare to bed But whatsoeuer Carde you play vpon Take heede of going out for then all 's gone So farewell New Cut and to bee you pleasde A prety game to get into the hole Loose a good Carde and by an Ace bee easde A lingring sport the last man winnes the gole A prety note for many an eye to make Wh● holdes out ●o● 〈…〉 But leauing Cardes lett 's goe to dice awhile To Passage Treitrippe Hazarde or Mumchaunce But subtill Mates vvill simple mindes beguile And blinde their eyes with many a blincking glaunce Oh cogges and stoppes and such like diuelish trickes Full many a purse of golde and siluer pickes And therefore first for hazard hee that list And passeth not puts many to a blancke And trippe without a Treye makes had I wist To sitte and mourne among the sleepers ranke And for Mum-chance how ere the chance doe fall You must be mum for feare of marring all But since I see that both at Cardes and Dice There is such cogging stopping cutting striking Where poore Repentance payes so deare a prize For want of wit in idle wantons liking I care not if I quite giue ouer play And ●et my wits to worke some other way Then let vs goe to gardning planting sowing And turning vp of pasture grounds for graine But in sowle weather hearbes may haue ill growing And in fat groundes ill weedes grow vp amaine ●nd many a time doth many a poore man furde ●●eld of corne all blasted with a ●in●● Then leaue the Plough and take the Merchants trade And set our fortunes vpon ebbes and floods Alas a poore colde reckening will bee made When Seas or Pirats swallow vp the goods And hee that sets his state vpon a winde May looke before and see his haps behind What shall we then be Lawyers out alas It is a fearefull clogge of conscience To see a poore man from his right to passe When in the proofe of truthes experience A quitidy a quirke a word a point May put a long ioyed title out of ioynt Shall wee be Souldiers then but to what end Vnchristian comfort is the fruit of blood Better keepe inward with a faithfull friend Then purchase foes for any priuate good And better pray that quarrels all may cease And say God saue the holders vp of peace What shall wee then be Gallants and go gaye L●ue easily feede and sit and sleepe or talke Or study how to throw our wealth away Or with a wanton make an idle walke No thinke vpon the Prouerbe often tolde A carelesse 〈…〉 What shall wee then be Scholars plie our bookes Alas poore learning hath but little Grace And wee that want the golde and siluer hookes Shall hardly hit vpon a happy place Yet let vs loue all holy heauenly lines And wish them honour that are true Diuines What shall wee then be men of Art and Skill And by our Phisicke to preferments clime No a mistaken or distempered pill May bring a man to death before his time Yet let vs loue all Noble Studients That cure but doe not kill their Patients What shall wee then goe learne to play and sing And study Musicke in a merty Note No heauy straines doe come from that hearts string That makes a liuing of a Liuery coat Yet let vs loue those Angelike sweet voyces Whose siluer soundes the sorry heart reioyces What shall wee then become close Alkemists And study the Philosophers faire stone Oh no I see a sight of had I wists Doe weepe for siluer when their gold is gone ●●ope Noddy neuer was there such an other 〈◊〉 make a Cosen of a simple brother What shall we then doe somewhat must bee done Of Idlenesse comes nought but Ignorance The Ditchers daughters and the Hedgers sonne Must make no marriage at a Morris daunce But if that shee can sowe and he can reape The Ric may hap to make a prety heape But to the purpose What shall we goe doe Make loue and learne to tell a lye by Art Oh no it is an idle thing to wooe And on an eye to throw away a hart It shewes the braine lyes ill within the head That workes all day to bring a foole to bed Yet let vs thinke on something for our good The world protesteth against Idlenesse The Cuckowe findes a meanes to hatch her broode Although shee cheate the Sparrowes simplenesse But since that Nature so her course hath runne It is no matter it must needes be done By laughing now there is but little got Iesters and Iuglers may goe walke the Fayre Beggers are lookt at as men knew them not The yonger brother seldome prooues the heyre And yet sometimes it doth vnhapply hit The heyre a foole the yonger hath the wit What shall wee then turne fooles when all is done Laugh weare long coates and sing and eate far meate Follow my Master dandle his young sonne And tell my Mistresse who the foole did beate That shee may chide her wenches euery one For medling with her foole when shee was gone Or shall we turne braue Pirats scoure the Seas And robbe and kill and drowne or hang at last Oh no that course doth not mine humour please Of all conceites I like no halter cast For in the end this fortune followes them The Sea the Gallowes or hell swallowes them What shall wee then doe speake once like a Dogge Shall wee turne Poets proue Satiricall And call an Asse an Asse a Hogge a Hogge Say holla horse and to a Iade ho Ball Be libell knaues and fooles vnto their faces Oh no I loue no pleading in such cases What shall we then turne Brokers Vsurers And strippe the needy to their naked skinnes Or secret B●ibers or Extortioners Oh no God blesse vs from such diuelish sinnes What shall wee then bee Colliers digge for Coles Oh no great dangers are in durty holes What shall wee then doe vve must not bee idle Goe teach a Spaniell how to fetch a Ducke Or how to ride a Colte without a bridle Or a young Nurse to giue a Baby sucke Oh no these are but idle toyes and trifles And there is nothing to be got with Nifles Write Epitaphes vpon the death of dogges And say here lyes a good olde sucking Curre Cut rusty faces out of rotten logges And of an Owles skinne make an Ape a furre Or teach a Birde to whistle in a Cage Or beare a Bride Cuppe at a marriage Or sing new Ballads or make country games Or set vp sights were neuer seene before Make Epigrams or Anagrams of names Or learne the healing of a festred sore Learne any practise that may gather pelfe But if thou loue me doe not hang thy selfe Bring vp a Cat to hunt a Mouse drie foote Or teach a Squirrell how to clime a reede A Skarre crow