Selected quad for the lemma: woman_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
woman_n	eat_v	fruit_n	serpent_n	1,943	5	9.6634	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13493	The sculler rowing from Tiber to Thames with his boate laden with a hotch-potch, or gallimawfry of sonnets, satyres, and epigrams. With an addition of pastorall equiuocques or the complaint of a shepheard. By Iohn Taylor.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1612 (1612)	STC 23791; ESTC S118270	25,111	50

not thy sweating skill in water workes I cannot but commend thy Booke and say Thou merritst more then common Scullers pay Then whistle off thy Muse and giue her scope That she may soundly cease vpon the Pope For well I see that he and many more Are dar'de by her which scarce was done before Proceed good Iohn and when th' ast done this worke Feare not to venter trussing of the Turke I like thy vaine I loue thee for those gifts Of Nature in thee far aboue the shifts That others seeke plodding for what they pen Wit workes in thee Learning in other men Thou natiue language we haue done thee wrong To say th' art not compleat wanting the tongue Cald Latine for heere 's one shall end the strife That neuer learned Latine word in 's life Then to conclude I truly must confesse Many haue more bene taught hut learned lesse Thy assured friend R. B. To my louing friend IOHN TAYLOR SOme say kinde Iacke thou art a Poet borne And none by Art which thou maist iustly scorne For if without thy name they had but seene Thy lines thy lines had artificiall beene Opinion carries with it such a curse Although thy name makes not thy verse the worse If then this worke variety affords Of Tropes of Figures Epethets and words With no harsh accent and with iudgement too I pray what more can Art or Nature doo So that in thee thy Genius doth impart To Artificiall Nature Naturall Art Thy old assured friend IO. MORAY Prologue to the READER GOod gentle Reader if I doe transgresse I know you know that I did ne're professe Vntill this time in Print to be a Poet And now to exercise my wits I show it View but the intralls of this little Booke And thou wilt say that I some paines haue tooke Paines mixt with pleasure pleasure ioynd with paine Produc'd this issue of my laboring braine But now me thinkes I heare some enuious throat Say I should deale no further then my Boat And ply my Fare and leaue my Epigram Minding ne sutor vltra 〈◊〉 To such I answere Fortune giues her gifts Some downe she throwes some to honor lifts Mongst whome from me she hath with held her store And giues me leaue to sweat it at my Oare And though with labour I my liuing purse Yet doe I thinke my lines no iot the worse For gold is gold though buried vnder mosse And drosse in golden vessels is but drosse Iohn Taylor TO TOM CORIET VVHat matters for the place I first came from I am no Duncecomb Coxecombe Odcombe Tom Nor am I like a Wooll-packe cramd with Greeke Venus in Venice minded to goe seeke And at my backe returne to write a volume In memory of my wits Gargantua Colume 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 wits would 〈◊〉 so adore me Nor like so many 〈◊〉 runne before me But honest Tom I enuy not thy state There 's nothing in thee worthy of my hate Yet I confesse thou hast an exeellent wit But that an idle braine doth harbor it Foole thou it at the Court I on the Thames So farwell Odcomb Tom God blesse King Iames. The Author in his owne defence THere is a crew of euer carping spirits Who merrit nothing good yet hate good merits 〈◊〉 wrings his Iawes awry and then cries mew And that I stole my lines 〈◊〉 plainely shew Thou addle headed Asse thy braines are muddy Thy witles wit vncapable of studdy Deemst each inuention barren like to thine And what thou canst not mend thou wilt repine Loe thus to wauering Censures torturing Racke With truth and confidence my Muse doth packe Let Zoylus and let Momus doe their worst Let Enuy and Detraction swell and burst In spight of spight and 〈◊〉 disdaine In 〈◊〉 of any carping Critticks braine Like to a Poast I le runne through thicke and thin To scourge iniquity and spurreg all sin You worthy fauorites of wisdomes lore Onely your fouors doth my Muse implore If your good stomackes these harsh lines disgest I careles bid a rush for all the rest My lines first parents be they good or ill Was my vnlearned braine and barren quill To the whole kennell of Anti-Christs hounds Priests friers monks and Iesuits mastiffs mongrells Islands Spanniells blood-hounds bobtailetike or foysting-hound the Sculler sends greeting Epigram 1. CVrse exorcize with beads with booke bell Poluted shauelings rage and doe your worst Vse coniurations till your bellies burst With many a Nigromanticke mumbling spell I feare you not nor all your friends that fell With Lucifer ye damned dogs that durst Deuise that thundring treason most accurst Whose like before was neuer hatchd in hell Halfe men halfe deuils who neuer dreamd of good To you from faire and sweetly sliding Thames A popomasticke Sculler war proclaimes As to the suckers of imperiall blood An Anti-Iesuit Sculler with his pen Defies your Babell Beast and all his den I. T. Epigram 2. ROome now approaches thy 〈◊〉 Thy Anti-Christian Kingdome downe must tumble Like Nimrods proud cloud-pearcing Babilon Thy hell-hatchd pride despight thy heart must humble In scorne of dambd equiuocation My lines like thunder through thy Regions rumble Downe in the dust must lye thy painted glory For now Irowe and write thy tragicke story Epigram 3. VVHen God had all things out of nothing fram'd And man had named all things that are nam'd God shewed to man the way he should behaue him What ill would dam him or what good would saue him All Creatures that the world did then containe Were all made subiects to mans Lordly raigne Faire Paradice was princely ADAMS walke Where God himselfe did often with him talke At which the Angels enuious and proud Striu'd to ascend aboue the highest 〈◊〉 And with the mighty God to make compare And of his glory to haue greatest share Because they saw Gods loue to man so great They striud to throw their maker from his seat But he whose power is All-sufficient Did headlong hurle them from Heauens battlement And for with enuious pride they so did swell They lost Heauens glory for the paines of Hell In all this time man liuing at his ease His wife nor he not knowing to displease Their glorious maker till the sonne of night Full fraught with rage and poyson bursting spight Finding alone our antient Grandam EVE With false perswasions makes her to beleeue If she would eat the fruit she was forbidden She should Gods secrets know were from her hidden Supposing all was true the Serpent told They both to ADAM straightway did vnfold This treacherous horrid vile soule-killing treason And he ambitious past the bounds of reason To his posterities sole detriment Doth to the Woman and the Fiend consent Yet Adam neuer had the Deuill obayd Had he not had the woman for his ayd Loe thus the sex that God made man to cherish Was by the Deuill intic'te to cause him perish Sathan supposing he had wonne the field In making man to his obedience yeeld Poore Adam now in corps