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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	word_n	write_v	wrong_n	42	3	8.1976	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03755	H. His deuises, for his owne exercise, and his friends pleasure	Howell, Thomas, fl. 1568-1581.	1581 (1581)	STC 13875; ESTC S113292	47,409	104

ended So shall your youth your pompe and bewties grace When nothing else but vertue may take place Then shake of Uice ye Nymphes of Cressids Crue And Uertue séeke whose praise shall neuer die With fylthie lust your bodies not imbrue As did this Ilion Dame most wickedly Whose blisse by bale was plagude so gréeuously That loe her lyfe in Lazars lodge she ended Who erst in Courte most curiouslye was tended Her Corps that did King Priams sonne delight Consumde with cares sent forth sad sighes full colde Her azurde vaynes her face and skinne so white With purple spottes séemde vgly to beholde Eche lymme alas corruption gan vnfolde In which distresse and bitter straine of ruth She begges her bread for forsing fayth and truth No sorrow then might salue her lewde offence Nor raze the blotte that bred her black defame Her dolefull daies alas founde no defence Twas now to late to shunne the sheete of shame Which had bewrapt her wrackfull blemisht name So brode was blowne her crime and cursed case That worlds bewrayed her frowning fates disgrase Loe here the ende of foule defyled lyfe Loe here the fruite that sinne both sowes and reapes Loe here of Uice the right reward and knyfe That cuttes of cleane and tumbleth downe in heapes All such as tread Dame Cressids cursed steppes Take héede therfore how you your pryme do spende For Uice brings plagues and Uertue happy ende ¶ The best Natures soonest abused BEtwixte my hope and dreade grewe such debate When fyrst I sought these naked lynes to frame That long I pawsde as doubtfull to dilate Whether best procéede or else leaue of the same Tyll hope at last dispayre doth banishe quight And wylles my Pen assay in verse to wright Feare not quoth hope to shewe thy wylling will Smale séedes sometyme may light on gratefull grounde If none had wrote but Clarks of Tullies skill Swéete sawes had sunck which now aflote are founde Then cast of dread dispayre no whyt at all Diseases great are cuerd with Medicins small These chéerefull wordes no sooner gan reuiue My Muse but straight in mynde I me bethought How Gnatos secte through flattery doe contriue Eche guilefull glose tyll they their wyles haue wrought Whose great abuse though briefely here I touch I spare to speake what might be sayde of such Of friendship sounde though sundry yéelde a showe Yet fewe there be in whome is tryed trust Such frawde in friendly lookes doth dayly growe That who most fawnes ofte proues the most vniust Who sooner shall well meaning mindes betray Then such as best can Sinons pagent play As Saylers earst by Sirens songs alurde Deuoured were that lackt Vlisses skill So Noble minds by such haue bene procurde To credite toyes that turnde to greater ill The Serpent wise to stop hir eares déemes méete When Charmer séemes to charme with voyce most swéete For lyke as shadowe plaste before the eyes Is not the thing that it doth represent Nor al prooues Gold that shines when touchstone tries Though fayre it séeme vnto some foule intent No more doe words that passe from flattering sorte Yéelde such effect as they doe oft report Some friendship faine to giue the greater gléeke Displeasures doubt another sort constraines To soothe vp things which they perhaps mislike By meanes whereof vnséene great mischiefe raignes Some fawne to serue their turne where fortune smiles But if she frowne they flée with all their wiles ¶ Such shewes right well comparde may be to shade That séelde is séene but where the Sunne doth shine For as those shapes with euery clowde doe vade So Flatterers faile if Fortune once decline Use Serpents skill against this subtill kinde Floodes drowne no Fields before some brack they finde As fyre doth fine and seperate Golde from drosse And shews the pure and perfite from the vyle So tryed is when wrackfull stormes doe tosse The faythfull friend from such as meane but guyle For like as Doues delight in buyldings newe To Cressus Court so flocks Corebus crewe Let wisedome therfore weld your wayes and déedes Whose prudent poise brings darkest doubts to light To quick mistrust in trustiest treason bréedes The hastie credite oft déemes wrong for right Accounte of those whome Uertues raigne doth guyde For such will stande when glosing Gnatos slyde ¶ He lykeneth his lotte to Virgils THough Virgils Uearse for loftie style were rare Surmounting farre my féeble Muses might Yet in this poynte my case I may compare With his what tyme another claymde his right And say with him though I the séede did sowe Another séekes the fruite therof to mowe Like as the toyling Oxe the Plow doth pull And hath but stalkes when others share the eares Or as the shéepe that Nature clothes with wooll Brings forth the Fléece the shearer from him sheares Euen much alike it fareth now with me That forst the ground where others reape the Fée I bred the Bées thou wouldst the Honey haue I tylde the soyle thou séekste by guyle the gaine I owe the Trée thou deest the branches craue Thou prickst for prayse where none but I tooke paine What déedes denie some wynne by naked wordes I hatchte the broode though thou possesse the byrdes Who so doth holde the light whilst others Maske No Masker is perdie you know right well Nor all whose shewes would clayme the greatest taske Deserues the same when truth her tale doth tell Though mine the wrong yet séemes the losse so light As shame forbids me more therof to write ¶ All of greene Willow Willow Willow Willow Sithe all of greene Willow shall be my Garland IMbrace your Bayes swéetely that smile in loue And deck you with Lawrell that dwell in delig●● To me most vnhappy still spurnde by dispight Is giuen writhed Willows to expresse my state rig● Pursuing the Panther whose swéete doth abound A most cruell Uiper my hard fate hath found Whose nature to Spyders I well may compare That mercylesse murders whats caught in her snare The Lyon doth tender the beast that doth yéelde The Tyger séemes constant once conquerd in fielde Bellona shewes fauour to Captiues that sue But Venus refuseth my dolors to rue How shall I to ease me vnburden my brest Of these pensiue passions that bréeds my vnrest When spéech wanteth powre when voyce is vnprest And wyt wanteth cunning to compasse loues hest Yet what auayles words where eares words doe flée Though words to the minde true messengers bée Or what vayleth wyt where wyll is vntowarde The sacrifice lost where Saints be so frowarde ¶ All of greene Lawrell TO sing of sorrowe still Attending Venus will Were now but lack of skill Pittie lyes deade Then cast of mourning cheare Let ioyfull plight appeare Where clowds doe neuer cleare Comfort is fledde Looke vp to the Lawrell and let Willow goe And trust to the true friend imbrace not thy foe Sing all of gréene Lawrell By trauaile who stryueth to winne thanklesse wight Is lyke one that washeth a black a Moore

long doth reape rewarde at last Distaunce of Friends maye suffred be with ease When safe returne exiles eche former feare The farther of the more doth méeting please Things hardly had obtaynde are holden déere Despayre not then though eyes debarred bée From that fayre sight the hart doth howerly sée ¶ What Nature seuereth Arte hardly ioyneth IN fayth doth frozen Ianus double face Such fauour finde to match with pleasant Maye May Horie Hiems now swéete blisse imbrace Where fertyle Iune by flatte repulse had nay No surely no though iealous heades misdéeme A false vntroth to me they soone doth séeme For Frost with Fyre may neuer long agrée And Maye by course ought mayntaine Venus right When shyuering Ianus doth denie we see The pleasing sporte that May would most delight Then iealous slaunder shut thy chaps for shame Depraue them not whose deedes are voyde of blame Since sprinkling showres of swéete Auroraes fludde In Hiems raigne are dryed vp with colde Whose Syluer drops bedewes the blowming budde And makes the fertyle foyle her fruite vnfolde Who can beléeue not I I vowe in déede That Ianus olde should gaine such youthfull méede ¶ He wysheth well to the Crabbe and Maple Tree in Milfeelde for the Ladies sake that met there vnder them THe chéerefull byrde that skips from trée to trée By shilfull choyse doth rooust and rest at night Although by wing and will he may go frée Yet there he pearkes where most he takes delight As Thrush in thorne and golden Finch in Fearne Great byrds in groues the smale in bushie hedge The Larke alowe in loftie trée the Hearne And some in Fenne doe shrowde themselues in sedge So some men bost in Bayes whose branch they beare Some Hawthorne holde as chiefe of their delight Some wofull wights the wrethed Willows weare Some Roses reach and some the Lyllies white Some Plane trée praise as greet Darius sonne Whose oft recourse thereto doth wel expresse That vertues rife therin this Prince had wonne To lyke the same aboue the rest I gesse The Oliander eke whose Roselike floure Fayre Polixene so passing well did please Some lift aloft and some the Pien pure Yet trées I know that farre surmounteth these Not for their daintie fruites or odoures swéete Ne yet for sumptuous she we that others yéelde But for the Ladies sakes which there did méete I giue them prayse as chiefest in the fielde O happy trées O happy boughes whose shade I shrouded hath such Noble vertuous wightes By whom you were and are a Mirror made Who of your selues doe yeelde no great delightes O fertyle ground in yéelding wise that lends Such causes great of Ladies perfite ioyes O blissefull place so fit for faithfull friends In pleasures ryfe to rid them from anoyes What wonder may it he to those shall heare In Maple hard or crooked Crabbe trée sowre Such sugred talke such iests such ioyfull cheare Such mylde affects as if t'were Cupids bowre Nowe sith these Noble Nimphes ybreathed haue Upon these plants in vttering forth their minde If any séeke their secrecie to craue High Ioue I pray these trées may she we their kinde Help Satyrs eke you Gods that kéepe the wood The poysoning breath of Boreas rouuh resist And thou whose syluer drops bedewes eche bud Refreshe these trées with swéete Auroraes mist. And Ioue if thou in Milféelde shew thy might Conuert them soone to fruites of more delight That Maple may be Mulberie And Crabbe trëe eke a Medler be ¶ Being charged with finenesse he answereth thus NOt fine good Lady mine but playne as playne may be Your curious hed may fiuenesse frame it longeth not to me My symple meaning plaine not carued with mincing stile Unfayned friendship séekes to shew deuoyde of frawde or guile No Gnatos parte I play ne like Corebus true By glosing words to séeke to painte or publishe more than true My chéefe delight to please is all which I desire With nising Nimphes I list not deale whose lookes alost aspire Plaine truthe aye yéelds such trust as néedes no fined phrase And my delight hath lesse desire Dame bewties beames to blase Whose heasts in harte I holde and will till time I die Yet truth might truely match delight with things that séeme more hie But needelesse here to tell What all men sees right well Where nicenesse fine is fled Doth vertue spring and spred Let finenesse then be plaste Where finenosse is embraste ¶ Such Saintes such seruice THy countnance changde though clokt in couert sort Not all things well long since did make report Though thou vnkinde and twise vnkinde againe To me thy friend wouldst not imparte thy paine Sée yet at last how tyme the truth hath tolde What thou wouldst not loe time doth here vnfolde No doubtfull drift whereon demurre dependes So close is kept that time not tries and endes And art thou changde doth fansie so perswade To heape thy harme doe secrete flames inuade Wilt thou from me so hide thy cause of pine Hast thou forgot I rest still wholy thine Where is become thy manly minde which late Could so dehort thy friend in fraile estate May one so well approou'd in Pallas feelde By view of symple péece seeme thus to yeelde Shall Bussard blinde thy constant dealing daunt Arte thou so fonde with carren Kyte to haunt Or wilt thou stoupe and bend thy selfe to serue A thanklesse Trull whose deeds right naught deserue Whose peeuishe pride descries the Pecocks grace Though she God wot be farre more vile and base Naught else but wante of wyt makes pride presume The feete well viewd downe fals the Pecocks plume Whose owne conceyte so dimmes her dazeled sight That deeme she doth for day the duskishe night To base she is for thee to lure and call Though she by lofty lookes would conquer all Thy foode to fine her fylthy gorge to fill Of daintie pray to iudge she hath no skill By course of kinde she doth for carren craue Be rulde by me her diet let her haue Doe way the Kyte that so doth scratch and scowle My Kéeper kepe hence forth some finer fowle For looke as vessel aye yeelds certaine taste Of licoure such as fyrst therein was plaste So dunghill byrdes on dunghill still we finde To shewe the branch when fyrst they came by kinde Cast of therfore thy care and changed cheare Call home thy hart let woonted plight appeare Hoyse vp thy sayles and launch from wrackful shore Who runnes on rockes oft brused is full sore ¶ I follow what flyeth from me IUie we the fertile trée but fruite I none may get Most daintie foode I sée yet starue for wante of meate Where drinke stands me before there greatest drought I take My thirst encreast the more when most I would it slake So hunger stryues to féede when hap withholds repast So thirst craues drinke with spéede when thrall sayth stay a cast Thus Tantals toyle I trie against the streame that rowe As hope would heaue me hié dispaire