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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	great_a	know_v	speak_v	4,061	5	4.0748	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A66709	Poor Robins perambulation from Saffron-Walden to London performed this month of July, 1678.	Poor Robin.; Winstanley, William, 1628?-1698.	1678 (1678)	Wing W3076; ESTC R26388	12,821	26

to the Holy Land in which Voyage he being stabbed by a Saracen with a poysoned Dagger when no Medicine could extract the poyson she did it with her Tongue licking daily while her Husband slept his rankling wounds whereby they perfectly closed and yet her self received no harm So soveraign a medicine said Speed is a womans tongue anointed with the vertue of lovely affection Pity it is saith Mr. Fuller such a pretty story should not be true because then we might hear of one womans tongue that hath done good whereas otherwise we have heard of a hundred womens tongues that have done hurt However no question she was a woman of excellent parts to our Nation a loving Mother and saith Walsingham the Column and Pillar as it were of the whole Realm She dyed at Herdby in Lincolnshire November 29 1290 having been King Edwards Wife 36 years who erected to her honour these Crosses as Statues at Lincoln Grantham Stanford Geddington Northampton Stony-Stratford Dunstable St. Albans this at Waltham and one at Westminster called Charing-cross which last was by the Rump that Maggot-end of a Parliament pulled down to such uncertain periods come oftentimes the fairest Structures as this which was built of Marble and therefore the more subject to the covetousness of avaritious hands Thus as John Taylor hath it Old Charing-Cross that lasted many lives Is turn'd to Saltsellers and H●f●s of Knives But this Cross at Waltham being not so rich escaped ruine though time hath made it something ruinous in respect of its former beauty and splendor But enough of this Cross lest I cross my Reader with the tediousness of the relation thereof From Waltham-Cross I went to Enfield Town Unto the Sign there of the Rose and Crown A noted place which House much money takes For sale of Butter'd bread Eel-pies and Cakes There also is good Beer and Ale so great 'T is said that it will make a Cat to speak But there is one thing makes amends for all Although their Ale be great their pots are small This House is call'd old Joans but wherefore so To tell to you the truth I do not know Nor can we ought of its antiquity read In learned Cambden or laborious Speed For had they at the same but tope't their nose They would have writ of it I do suppose Nor did John Taylor the brave Water Poet In all his rambling Travels surely know it For honest John did ne're commit that crime To drink good Ale and mention not the Sign But since that time I have informed been That those same persons who now live therein Were in another House living e're while Nearer to London much about a mile And coming for to live where now they do They brought the name of old Joans thither too Here after I had staid a little space Towards London then I forwarder did trace And weary as I was at last did come To the Blew Bell in merry Edmonton I call it merry for it doth appear That once a merry Devil lived there Or else the story lies and the Devil 's in 't If men would dare for to put lies in print But ancient Records they be-like do tell One Peter Faber he therein did dwell And he deceiv'd the Devil as 't is sed The Devil sure was fairly brought to bed That he should be deceiv'd 't is to be wonder'd Where one deceives him he deceives a hunder'd But Holla Muse where runs my busie pen Return unto thy subject once agen Here at the Bell I found good Beer good Sack Nor did they Customers at that time lack Whose postures to express as they sat quaffing Would make a Horse his Bridle break with laughing Here one sate in a fume of Tunidado Whose vapours unto Heaven did make scalado Another he did spit and spall so sore As if he 'd see what he had drunk before Another he did sing so out of frame 'T would scare the schreich-owles for to hear the same One had his tongue continually a walking Yet none could gain one wise word by his talking Another did better decorum keep Nodding his head a while he fell asleep Some could not to one seat their breeches fix But walking still were full of antick tricks So each a several posture did express Acted with very much rediculousness That it would make one think a man to see What kind of Beasts and Anticks Drunkards be That he from over-drinking should refrain Or having been drunk ne're be drunk again Here at the Bell I little time did stay Drank only one bare pint and went my way But in the Road another Tavern spi'd Where what juice was within I went and tri'd To give you commendations of the Wine It much doth need 't was neither brisk nor fine Racy nor pure therefore I do not scoff It needs much praises for to put it off But yet the Drawer like an honest Lad Told me although the first pint proved bad Bid me I should not be too much perplext For why it should be mended in the next But I well knowing his wire-drawing tricks By which on many a person they do fix Did leave him for some other one to taper on And bid adieu to him and his blue apron Next I to Totnam-High-cross took my way And at the Sign o' th' Swan a while did stay Being by a friend call'd in who with a glance From out the window spied me by chance No Complements betwixt us were neglected Being glad to meet together unexpected And then as when friends meet the common use Is to enquire straight Pray what good news So was it then with us our tongues 'gan prate Of such transactions as were done of late And afterwards to other matters fell And first of all our tongues began to tell How Honesty we thought from earth was fled Money was scarce and that made trading dead That men of parts were flighted and neglected Whilst mimick anticks were too much respected How that Hypocrisie bare so much rule Plain dealing now accounted was a fool How yea and nay if you do rightly scan him Would cozen but more slylier far than dam-●im That some men though in Knavery were mounted Yet would be angry to be Knaves accounted These last were my friends words which he me told But I straightway desir'd him to hold And bid him speak with better circumspection There is no gen'ral Rule without exception For in our Country I my self did know As great a Knave as thereabouts did grow Who cause he would be known to be a Knave To have it under-hand five shillings gave And that this was a real truth no jest Hundreds might sign it with Probatum est Thus we of Knav'ry did our judgments scan Yet Knav'ry will be us'd do what we can Which made that Knave to think he did not leese When as he paid ten pounds by one poor Cheese Well may we say with Rombus the School master 'T will cause a broken head to have such plaister And thus a man might eas'ly make it plain That some are but bare Knaves some Knaves in grain But to return where we did leave before And of these cheating Knaves to write no more Commanding Time which will not stay for no man Me to my Journey once again did summon My friend and I that was so honest hearted Drunk to each other then shook hands and parted Going still nearer London I did come In little space of time to Newington Now as I past along I cast my eye on The Signs of Cock and Pie and Bull and Lion And Handsome Hostesses with smiling looks And thought that Jack-daws might be caught by Rooks. So I ne're staid but unto Kingsland came Where at that place I found the very same Signs to invite the people in to drink Where if you will you may spend store of Chink From thence my course to London I did bend And at the City made my Journeys END