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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	eternal_a	life_n	way_n	4,470	5	5.3302	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A67197	Epistles to the King and Duke	Wycherley, William, 1640-1716.	1682 (1682)	Wing W3742; ESTC R217195	17,127	70

Worlds hidden Axeltree Round which whilst all things turn you fixt we see True Image of the patient Deitie Prophan'd by those you shou'd be worship'd by From your own bounty you too they defye Wou'd glorify you as your Father too O're the whole world in Heaven wou'd Crown you Your Fate wou'd be who alwayes had been theirs For your last Exaltation they make Prayers To their own Fate wou'd be the fatal Doome Him wou'd subdue by whom they overcome Their saving Admiral wou'd run on ground Venture their own but His life to confound Their foes in you o're-come be Conqu'rers so And all your Trophys get by spoyling you Base treacherous and losing Victorie By which the Conquerors wou'd ruin'd be Immortall Pens successful virtue claw Mine now for Fortunes Conqueror I draw Virtue distrest in my Verse still shall Live Who dies for Honour him shall Fame reprieve Honour 's a kind of losing loadam Game Whereby who loses Life gets more of Fame And never dies in his Eternal Name Fame do's gain Fame whilst Fame to you shee gives And Fame of her suspected truth retrives A Prince distrest most Honour so can give In being Poets Theam you make him live But ready'st way to Immortallity Is not to save your Name but for it Dye The greatest Honour kept by Destiny I who in verse ne're thought a Name to raise Or for my honour to give others praise Cou'd not refuse my self best way to Fame Who your great Name Enroles Enroles his name Painters so by their finish'd Hero's side Small name in Corner of great picture hide From giving of just likness they take pride Ambitious hand grasps Immortallity And Climes to Fame by laying hold so high If you were dead you never wou'd be dead Were there no Faith you wou'd be worshipped Did you not own a God you might be one Might sit Safe High were you not next the Throne Wer 't not your Altar it might be your Seat Serving your God and King you are more great Your Duty to both Kings is your offence That fallen Rebel-Devils do's incence You fear God too much so much love your Prince Nay you cou'd love too without recompence Allegiance is your fault Virtue your Crime Your Courage makes you fear'd your Justice Grim To those who wou'd the Royal House divide Which stands scarce safe but by your Propping Side Your High Born-Brother was without the Sun You hidden Pole on which His world did Run The lower bearing Hinge o th' Government For want of which it has on one side leant More fit by State Thief to be heav'd aside Who to unhinging has all force apply'd And lent his Back his Shoulders and each side Whilst Fall of State bold Fooles own Trap might prove Crushing those Shoulders which for ruin hove And Spreyn those Armes which for unhinging Strove For Monarchy they wou'd shut out of dore Kings they wou'd be yet wou'd have Kings no more At Westminster they 'd even you Adore Wou'd give your resting Courage there it 's due But may they I and Fame long keep your view You to be greater need not cannot dye Y 'ave got already Immortality I wou'd dye for your Name live by it too Gods Name and yours can Life by Death bestow But there is taking too great Name in Vain And you Sir of my Vowes may well complain Which with too small devotion I Reherse Gods demy-Gods have yet Pray'r Prayses in Verse Which only Zealous giver do's delight Devotion pays it self by being right Who fears not to give Honour where 't is due Shews his true worship that 's Religion true Poets Devotion without blame may have Who seldom seek a Soul but Name to save Poets Physitians Persecutors are Yet such Religions Persecutors spare 'Cause they for no Religion will declare Such for the Dead but to the Living pray Damn or Save men as men will give or pay But free-will'd Poet prays to Heathen Saints To Love to Caeres Bacchus makes com●…aints VVithout the fear of Sharp finn'd P●●●●vants 'Gainst worshipping the Devil there 's no Law VVho dares fear Purgatory Statutes jaw VVill swallow up alive at Westminster VVretch of Redemption ever must dispair 'Till Purgatory want Bards little ease Frees him from starving world his worst disease Of which we find he 's allways crying out The World 's his Plague his Pox and his poor Gout And from his Head flyes down into his Foot Seldom permitting him to go abroad Till he goes last step of life's rugged Road And fills his hungry unstopt mouth with Clay VVhich scarce had mouthful till his lifes last lay And but for it was ever known to pray Yet Godly malice may for ought I know Charge me tho' Poet with Religion too By shewing short Devotion Sir to you Poets indeed oft are Idolaters But Verse to you is saying of on 's pray'rs Poets tune up to Earthly Gods sett Ayres To help Coyne needs and urgent Verse-affayres Set up their Golden Calves their Stocks their Stones Traffick their worship but for others Boones Blessings which Cost too many heavy groans Yet upstart demy-Gods nor Idols shall Me from my old Devotion tempt or call Dread Sir to you I 'le pray bow bend stiff knee Rebellion is to me Idolatrie Our Common Fate shall be my Deitie But least my praying should be thought a sin By cursing my Devotion shall begin For devout Cursers Poets still have been Curst be those Jewes by whom y' are bannish'd hence To whom your Firmness was greatest Offence VVho to your Princely Forehead Thorns apply'd VVound Majesty piercing it through your Side Joves and your Brothers Thunder too defye Like Atheists against Conscience will deny Your great Names Immortality My mortal Verse in your Name shall not dye The safe bold way to save a Poets Name Is to be Drawer of your Deeds and Fame My glory wou'd be finnish'd tho' yours Lame Yet you 't is Dangerous to pourtray right For he who wou'd do that must see you fight Then bear you Chearfull'st Look and Noblest Grace In danger you have still most steady Face ' Midst fire and Deaths seem Deathless Deity VVhilst you the circling Flames but Glorify And who wou'd see you then must dare to dye Cowards who Boldly'st charge a Prince's Ear For boon of Honour wou'd not then press near But what to you more honour dos afford You tho' a Prince yet dare to keep your VVord In Fight no more then in strict Vertue you A Second or a Councellor can know He then became your greatest Enemy Who to save life wou'd let your Honour dye From danger to keep you worst Injury You alwayes cou'd forgive and less wou'd blame The Traytor to your life then to your Fame I fear Great Sir I so have injur'd you For who can set forth what you did can do Your long Wing'd Honour takes such Eagles Flight Shee leaves her blind pursuer out of sight And after all his gazeing all he 'll find Your dazling Sun makes