Selected quad for the lemma: water_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
water_n	drink_v	eat_v	wine_n	18,017	5	9.0842	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A54765	Maronides, or, Virgil travestie being a new paraphrase upon the fifth book of Virgils Æneids in burlesque verse / by John Phillips, Gent., the author of the Satyr against hypocrites.	Phillips, John, 1631-1706.	1672 (1672)	Wing P2090; ESTC R30101	34,539	131

menaces That live in boats where ticks and fleas Without respect of persons seize Rather then lead a life so fell Women had better live in Hell 'T is now seaven years or little less That you in cold and heats distress Poor wrinkled weather beaten Madams Lead by the noses like Iack Adams In vain do hunt the flying shore Which Fate has promis'd ten times ore A tale that I shall nere believe Nor pin my faith upon her sleeve Let her go on and vainly coax Our credulous leader Iohn Anoaks A quartan Ague stop his Lungs For him we have endur'd these wrongs But here 's anow le ts have a care Why can't we tarry where we are What ailes this Country t is both good And Govern'd by our flesh and blood Let 's build a Town among our kindred Our freind Acestes nere will hinder't There we may play our wanton tricks Not subject to the Oceans freaks Our Country Gods I pity too Han't they a fine time what think you Snatch't from the rage of Grecian Robbers To be made Cabin-boys and Swobbers Fools can we hope for so much joy Ere to revisit your old Troy Or Symois fam'd for Morehens plenty Or Xanthus nere of Gudgeons emptie Then let 's go burn those pocky Vessels That are not fit to harbour Weasels This night my candle burning blew Cassandras Ghost my Currains drew Quo she why wander ye like Tartars In Sicily take up your quarters What will ye always live like Barnacles That may have Towns like Athens or Naples Always be swimming on the Seas Like VVidgeons or like Soland Geese Burn then those fly-boats why d' ye tarry If husbands chafe ye have your Lurry Behold four Altars newly rais'd Where sacrifices lately blaz'd To Neptune for some curtesies VVhere fire enough in Embers lies Find you but hearts the Gods find flames Courage then thrice Immortal Dames Take leave of damn'd seafaring trade And of the ships make a Grilliade Be you but bold I don't say cruel The Gods find fire and yonder 's fuel This having said the plaguy strumpet Takes up a brand and stead of trumpet Blowes the hot coal to wake the flame Go then she cry'd i th' Devils name VVith that so swift she flung the brand As sent it soon to journeys end And where as soon it was apparent He dally'd not to tell his arrant Dames that before nere saw such jigs Began to stare like roasted Pigs They star'd so long you would have thought Their very eyes would have dropt out They knew not what to think or say For all the stuff they had there lay Here soft compassion to her Kettle There pity'd pinner stops her mettal Another gins her cheeks to wet In mercy to her Cabinet At length steps up an ancient Matron That Priamus by strings of Apron Had often lead as being one Had nurs'd him many a Girl and Son Whom she their Primars also taught And firkt their royal tayls for naught This venerable peice of Age Hight Pyrgo more than Midwife sage With voice like Kitten when it mews Thrusting her neck out like a Goose Quo she let 's not be over hasty To credit Beroe she 's too too testy Come come my friends I know what 's what And I must tell ye I smell a Rat. She Beroe shee 's a lying slut She 's no more Beroe than my Scut Alas poor Beroe's sick a bed Scarce an hower since I drest her head And then she swore the Devil take her That there was nothing worse did make her Then that she could not come to sip And chat with us and smoke her pipe 'T is not for want of Love or Grace She came not hither to say mass For old Anchise in purgatorie But her old age which makes me sorry To see her made a stalking horse And that for mischief which is worse No no this wench i th' Devils name Is come from Heav'n from Iove's good dame Her Armpits smel of Rosemary Which strongly prove divinity Her lively aire and feet's proceeding And eke her voice speak heav'nly breeding To little purpose thus spoke Pyrgo For not one soul believ'd her Ergo. Yet in respect to female Wizard They stood a while twixt hauk and buzzard They liked well Sicilian plains But Fate had so be whim'd their brains With windmils they should have in Latium Which for the present much did dash'em Iris that had no mind to dally Seeing'em thus stand shally shally Streightway her self disberoiz'd And in true shape re-Deitiz'd She through a cloud her bow displays And on her wings with heavenly grace A whole and even course she steers Then in a moment disappears There was no need of doing more The Trojan women now give ore And now like boys in fields of Moor That go to pillage Baud and Whore In Troops most fiercely diabolic They take in hand their cursed Frolic Like people mad or stark possest Acting what only rage thought best They sack and pillage Neptunes Altars As if they nere had read their Psalters Fate kiss their tayls and for AEneas They count him but a silly flea as By these fierce Queans thus arm'd with fire In hand and tayl and upper tire The Galleys kindled look like Torches The flames are not for Spanish Marches But rather a la mode de France From Rope to rope they nimbly prance The Turk himself upon the Ropes Nere shew'd such strange Curvets and hops The Ropes they eat for Sausages And on the Sails for Tripes they seize They drest'em not in Cook-room though But eat the Cookroom up also Yet could not master all be 't known They left the Furnace as a bone Down to the water they eat all But would not drink because ' twa● small Flames nere so thirsty understand ye No liquors love but Wine and Brandy Eumelus all in hast comes posting To see what Women were a roasting The flames did so their business handle That he might see without a candle The matter was too too transparent And so he quickly had his errant Back he returns with horrid din But nimble sparks too fleet for him Had told before how stood affairs Alarum'd by those Messagers The people all make to the shore Ascane a horseback gets before Damn'd jades quo he the Devil confound ye But fires your friend the Devil drown'd ye What witchcraft thus possest ye all To burn our ships both great and small A madness Graecian rage outstrips They burnt our houses left our ships The pox possess and burn ' you next A crew of whores that Hell perplext And sent from thence a plague to us Was ever Treason black as this Consuming now our boats and ropes Y'have burnt the last of our hopes Accursed Bitches with black souls Blacker then are your own made Coles Whore's only fit to be strappado'd And back and belly bastonadod Y'have brought me here with such a flutter That I have almost broke my crupper Besides the loss of all my sport Hell take