Selected quad for the lemma: virtue_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
virtue_n	justice_n	prudence_n	temperance_n	1,847	5	10.3903	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13395	The womens sharpe revenge: or an answer to Sir Seldome Sober that writ those railing pamphelets called the Iuniper and Crabtree lectures, &c. Being a sound reply and a full confutation of those bookes: with an apology in this case for the defence of us women. Performed by Mary Tattle-well, and Ioane Hit-him-home, spinsters.	Tattle-well, Mary.; Hit-him-home, Ioane. aut; Taylor, John, 1580-1653. aut	1640 (1640)	STC 23706; ESTC S101732	41,796	236

or if hee labour and take paines it is in hope of his hire If the Merchant hazard his purse and person by Sea it is in the expectation of some great gaine and profit and can you wise men take toyle and travell wake and watch rise early and goe to bed late spend your time wits and money vow and protest sweare and forsweare ingage your fortunes and indanger your lives and all these for wily wanton wayward wicked women by gaining whom you can but loose your selves and to purchase them cannot be without your so great prejudice Most sure if this cause shall come before a just Iudge and have the benefit of a considerate Censure but we so much reproved and reviled shall bee acquit by Proclamation and you Sir Seldome Sober with the rest of your rayling Society bee found sole guilty of Calumny scandall and most palpable Contradiction Your intimations and intents your proposition and your purpose your method your meaning having no coherence or correspondence the one to the other And therefore we weak women stand up against you mighty men for so you thinke your selves when alas wee know by proofe that when you brave Masculines are at any time incountered by our Femenine Sexe even in the first assault you are as soone tam'd as talkt with and can scarce really tell us you love us but you are as ready to turne tayle and leave us and yet are not ashamed to animate your selves in your owne assemblies and would make the world to beleeve that you the first Cowards are the sole Conquerours But forsooth when you faile in your prowesse you thinke to fit us in your Proverbes which you priviledge by their Antiquity but indeede they are so stale in their very Names that they stinke in our noses for example When the Mistris calls up her Apprentice shee saith if she be crost shee will make him leape at a Crust as if Citizens kept such penurious Houses that they were ready upon the least occasions to starve their Servants Nay that she taking her Husbands Authority out of his hands will beate her Boy the Rogue and bast the Kitchin-maid who rules the Roast till she make their bones rattle in their skinns and when shee hath gotten her will then Rattle Baby Rattle Then in your Lecture of the Wife to her Husband Is the house a wild-Cat to you and why a Wild-Cat you tame foole unlesse you study to set odds betwixt man and wife and to make them agree in a house like Dogs and Cats together Then comes in the Country Farmers Wife with her couple of Capons when all her shee neighbours dare take their Oathes that her Husband is a Cocke of the Game yet shee must call him Francis Furmity-pot Barnard Bagg-pudding or Bacon-face William Woodcocke Durty Dotterill or Dunstable Harry Horse-head Simon Sup-broath Ralph Rost a Crow Tom Turd in thy teeth and the like beastly and bastardly names meerely of your owne durty devising as knowing what belongs to your selves when wee cannot finde in our hearts to foule our mouthes with any such filthy Language But sure Sir Seldome or never Sober your Father was some Jakes-Farmer and your Mother a Midwife or hee some Rake-shame or Ragg-gatherer and shee the daughter of a Dung-hill that their Sonne is forc'd to patch out his Poetry with such pittifull Proverbes and cannot wee come upon you with the like and in tasking of your rudenesse tell you you should have talked under the Rose to punish your too much prating tell you Little said soone amended In terrifying you from the like troubling of your selfe That there is a day to come that shall pay for all and to restraine you within some regularity A man may bring his Horse to the water but hee cannot make him drinke In not sparing of your Spouse-breach There is False-hood in Fellow-ship When wee shall bury one untoward Husband and take another Seldome comes the better When you foole us with your flatteries you play with us at Wily beguile you And to conclude with that most learned Ballad song about the streetes and Composed by your fellow Poet M. P. O such a Rogue would be hang'd This wee could doe nay this wee much care not to doe unlesse you moderate your flying Muse and mend your manners Nay wee could Anatomize you into Atomes and dissect you into Demunitives to make you lesse than nothing but it it is the modesty of our Madam-ships and the patience that our Sexe professes to parley before we punish and to hang up a flagge of Truce before we offer to Tirannize but if you take heart and hold out and seeme not sorry at this our first Sommons wee will not onely beate you but batter you bumbast and bafle you Canvace and Cudgell you Brave you and Bastinado you but leave you to the terrible Trophies of our Victorious Triumph and the remarkeable memory of your most miserable and unpittied Massacre Yet in all this we doe not menace the men but their mindes not their Persons but their Penns the horridnesse of their humours and the madnesse of their Muses which indeed towards us have beene insupportable and intollerable Therefore be advised and let us heare either of your publicke acknowledgement or at the least your private recantation either to us all in generall or some in particular c. or we will make thy owne pen thy Ponyard thy Inke thy banefull potion thy Paper thy winding sheete thy Standish thy Coffin thy Sand-dust thy Grave-dust to bury thy shallow wit in with thy face downe-ward which if we doe not let us for ever beare the burthen with our faces upwards Now concerning your very passionate but most pittifull Poetry a question may be made whether you be a Land Laureate or a Marine Muse A Land Poet or a Water Poet A Scholler or a Sculler Of Pernassus or puddle Dock Of Jonia or Ivy Bridge But howsoever it is not in the compasse of our Reading that Mnemosyne ever lived at Milford Lane or Terpsichore at Trigg Stayers where they say the Divell once tooke water Nay more then all this a little further to magnifie our Sexe are not the foure parts of the world Asia Africa Europe and America Deciphered and described under the Persons of women and their Gender The nine Muses 〈◊〉 the Twelve Sibells were they not all women The Foure Cardinall Vertues Iustice Fortitude Prudence Temperance Women The three Graces the Hand-maids to Venus women The three Theologicall Vertues Faith Hope and Charity Women nay Wisedome it selfe is it not Sapientia and figured in the forme of a Woman Are not all the Arts Sciences and Vertues of what quality or condition soever Portrayed in the persons of women whether then I pray you Sir Seldome Sober were your wits wandeing or went a Wooll-gathering when you beate your braines about this poore and most pittifull Pamphlet Have wee claim'd this to our selves nay rather hath