Selected quad for the lemma: virtue_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
virtue_n	fortitude_n	justice_n	temperance_n	2,097	5	10.3230	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A84154	An elegy, consecrated to the inestimable memory of our late most famous monarch, Charles the first, by the Grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland; who was beheaded on Tuesday, Jan. 30. 1648. Together with the manifold miseries and calamities that since have lamentably afflicted these three nations, and the means now left to procure a speedy, and a safe redress.		1660 (1660)	Wing E346; Thomason 669.f.24[68]	702	1

Virtus post Funera vivit Mors mihi lucrum Aetatis Suae 48 AN ELEGY Consecrated to the inestimable MEMORY of our late most Famous MONARCH CHARLES the First by the Grace of God King of England Scotland France and Ireland who was Beheaded on Tuesday Jan. 30. 1648. Together with the manifold Miseries and Calamities that since have lamentably afflicted these Three Nations and the MEANS now left to procure a speedy and a safe Redress WEep ENGLAND weep help all to raise our Cry Here ENGLANDS Glory and her Shame doth lye Who Innocent was to the Scaffold lead And low as Death stoop'd his Anointed Head Who did a willing Sacrifice become To expiate those procur'd his Martyrdome And by rude Hands being brought upon the Stage Lost his own Life to please the Peoples Rage So loud his Vertues do his Praises sing As if not onely he had been the King Of England Scotland Ireland and of France But King of Prudence Justice Temperance And noble Fortitude and thus had more Crowns then all Kings of Europe had before And though i' th Dayes of his Serener Reign We did not so much suffer as complain Yet since his Death we feel the Times far rougher And still the more we plain the more we suffer So much we suffer we have seen of late Religion run to Ruine with the State That Sleeves of Lawn may now in pity stand To wipe the Blood off from Religion's hand We Superstition fear'd when all in haste Profaneness enter'd and laid all things waste And Schisme of no Religion now admits But what the Feaver of her Fancy fits Thou didst not dye alone Great CHARES thy Fate Involv'd Three Kingdoms and the Churches State That now without a Shepheard we do stray And are to every Wolf become a prey Nor is there Hope of any sound Redress So desperate are all our Griefs unless Heav'n shall be pleas'd our Shepheard being gone To send soon to us our dear Shepheards Son London Printed by R. W. for R. G. 1660.