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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	know_v	speak_v	word_n	9,131	5	4.2861	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00663	King Iames his welcome to London With Elizaes tombe and epitaph, and our Kings triumph and epitimie. Lamenting the ones decease, and reioycing at the others accesse. Written by I.F.	I. F.; Fenton, John, fl. 1603, attributed name.; Ferrers, John, attributed name.	1603 (1603)	STC 10798; ESTC S105576	8,598	26

KING IAMES HIS WELCOME TO LONDON With Elizaes Tombe and Epitaph And our Kings triumph and epitimie Lamenting the ones decease And reioycing at the others accesse Gaudia cum lachrymis iungamus seria ludis Written by I. F. Imprinted at London for Thomas Pauier 1603. ¶ King Iames his welcome to London HAyle England I salute thee with a toung By whom thy fortunes with applause are soūg I greete thee in the pride of all thy boast And in thy hope whereof thou gloriest most Yet am I not so pampered in my straines As to exclude all discontented vaines And yet not discontented but bewayling The losse of her for whom my pen is fayling Let then Melpom●ne amongst the rest Tune models fitting for a greeued brest Some melancholly intermixt with ioy Hinders that too much mirth not ouercloy Sweete sweetely mingled with some sharper tast Makes that the sweetenesse doth the longer last As pleasing onely fit 's the present season So shall our notes complaine not beyond reason Onely we will remember our late Queene Whose like before was neuer heard not seene Least we forget whom many haue forgot Who while she liu'd we lou'd but dead recke not Such is our nature we no longer care For gems then whiles they shew richly and rare Wee fancy straight forgoe within an houre Yet let vs not doe so by this faire floure Who was the very honour of true fame In hir did shine the light of vertues name Shee was the pride of matchlesse pietie For feruent zeale she was a dietie She was the hope wherein true hope did trust She was the burnisht blade without all rust She was the ancour of firme setled peace She learnings stipend onely did increase She was the loue of these whom loue did loue In her the Planets of all grace did moue She was the wonder of all forraigne nations For louing truth and hating reprobations She was Fames pride hopes ancour loues loue wonders wonder From liuing fame hope loue now put asunder What neede I speake in termes so knowne and plaine But in a word vertue did in her raigne In vertuous wedlocke she was true begot Borne taught brought vp in vertues throne she sat And while she liu'd she gaue God vertuous praise And vertuouslie she ended hath her dayes O happy Iewell whilst God lent her vs But happier we who haue inioy'd her thus Had we but thought vpon our happie state We would haue more accusd our haplesse fate 'T is not so great a pleasure once to choose As hauing chos'n againe his choice to loose I muse at those who with a double face Did honour past but present times embrace I wonder how these Ianus-Scicophants Whose two toungd mouthes onely colloging haunts Can with such boldnesse and such enuies store Seeke to disgrace her whom they did adore O those who haue an oare for euery boate Whose long hang'd toungs with euery thought doth float They which can change their tunes with euery winde And with each gull seeme to resolue their minde What pest's they are how much to be reiected Let wisemen iudge by whom they are detected These flattering Parasites these fawning curs Whose policie dishonest dealing blurs Could say in times past then the golden time Then then the golden age did onely shine And now can proudly speake that Saturns prime Was neuer truely till this present time Peace buzzing drones your humming is harsh musicke You minister dregg's where is no neede of Phisicke Confesse with shame Elizaes happy raigne Will neuer ouer-matched be againe But yet farre be it from my erred scooling To make compare with high King Iames his ruling Whose wisedome well I vnderstand is such As at Elizaes prayse he will not grutch Whose peacefull regiment as his owne booke sayes Was neuer matched since Augustus dayes What neede we seeke an author of more worth When by our King himselfe it is set foorth Sleepe then Elizabeth in peace and rest Sing loud amongst the Angels with the best For in his booke we now thy praise may reade Who doth thee in thy seate by right succeede Now rise my muse sing with a louder voyce And let thy song make a more ioyfull noyse HAile then King Iames I greete thee with a toung Euen that whose meaning is from duty sproung Nor can my muse doe mee a greater pleasure Rather then sing thy welcomes without measure I will by that shew how my minde is loyall Else should I much forget a Prince so royall Thee to salute with clap's of hands my quill Hath now extended euen her vtmost skill O that I had but Homer's ancient vaine Making my verses prayse my labours gaine And had I else but Horace his wits springs Singing Maecenas borne of ancient kings Excuse me yet great prince I le reape a gleaning Deuising artlesse welcomes with true meaning Willing to shew my willingnesse of minde Although ability small meanes can finde Ritch is our hope and our assurance great Doubt is expul'st giuing resolue the seate Ignoble breach of promise fit 's with clownes And kingly promises kings and kingly crownes Nor should a Prince harbour a base intent Excepting not his speech but what he meant Elizabeth now I remember thee Richard the third and thou did disagree She what she promis'd she perform'd but he Vsed naught but breach of word and treachery She ô me thinkes my pen could neuer slide And in her praises euer could abide Nor could I euer any other sing Nor thinke on ought but her except our king I am surprised with her Idea still Oft studying how I might augment my skill Husht I am silent I will speake no more Adding no Razors to a new cut soare Nor neede I a Phisition all prooues ease Nought ministreth occasion to displease Except much rest much peace much good much quiet Security and safety growes a riot For all the hopes which Papistry expected Or else the triumphs to reuenge erected Roisters and murtherers are cleane put downe Dispayring when they heare Iames weares the Crowne Enmity vproares hope of ciuill broyles Sedition mutiny domesticke coyles Are now made voide they haue tooke needelesse paine Lurking conspirators conspir'd in vaine Least then constraint should praises due importune Loe thus great King I doe applaude thy fortune IN ancient times Kings that possest this throane First fought to get then to defend the Crowne Richard the second that vnhappy Prince By Henry Bullinbrooke was driuen thence But in the third degree Bullinbrookes race From out the throne the Duke of Yorke did chase Great were the troubles bloody the debate Twixt Lancaster and Yorke but more the hate The Duke himselfe was slaine but then his sonne Edward the Earle of March new wars begunne Soone he attain'd his hope when most vneuen Crooke-backe gaue Henries soule apasse to heauen So dyed the Prophet by the fatall hand Of the remorselesse butcher of this land After whom Yorkes heire Edward was proclaimed And by the fourth of that name he raigned But yet