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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
blood_n	body_n	bread_n	call_v	29,089	5	5.9287	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00948	Christs victorie, and triumph in Heauen, and earth, ouer, and after death	Fletcher, Giles, 1588?-1623.	1610 (1610)	STC 11058; ESTC S117620	44,567	108

myriads done And yet but now alas but now all is begunne 44 With that a flaming brand a Furie catch't And shooke and tost it round in his wilde thought So from his heart all ioy all comfort snatch't With euery starre of hope and as he sought With present feare and future griefe dist●aught To flie from his owne heart and aide in plore Of him the more he giues that hath the more Whose storehouse is the heauens too little for his store 45 Stay wretch on earth ●…d Satan re●●le● rest Know'st thou not Iustice liues in heau'n● or ean The worst of creatures liue among the best Among the blessed Angels cursed man Will Iudas now become a Christian Whither will hopes long wings transport thy minde Or canst thou not thy selfe a sinner finde Or cruell to thy selfe wouldst thou haue Mercie kinde 46 He gaue thee life why shouldst thou seeke to slay him He lent thee wealth to feed thy avarice He cal'd thee friend what that thou shouldst betray him He kist thee though he knew his life the price He washt thy feet should'st thou his sacrifice He gaue thee bread and wine his bodie blood And at thy heart to enter in he stood But then I entred in and all my snakie brood 47 As when wild Pentheus growne madde with fear Whole troups of hellish haggs about him spies Two bloodie Sunnes stalking the duskie sphear And twofold Thebes runs rowling in his eyes Or through the scene staring Orestes flies With eyes flung back vpon his Mothers ghost That with infernall serpents all embost And torches quencht in blood doth her stern sonne accost 48 Such horrid gorgons and misformed formes Of damned fiends flew dauncing in his heart That new vnable to endure their stormes Flie flie he cries thy selfe what ere thou art Hell hell alreadie burnes in euery part So downe into his Torturers armes he fell That readie stood his funeralls to yell And in a clowd of night to wa●● him quick to hell 49 Yet oft he snacht and started as he hung So when the senses halfe enslumb'red lie The headlong bodie readie to be flung By the deluding phan●●e from some high And craggie rock recovers greedily And clasps the yeelding pillow halfe asleepe And as from heav'n it tombled to the deepe Feeles a cold sweat through euery trembling member creepe 50 Thear let him hang embowelled in blood Whear neuer any gentle Sheapheard feed His blessed flocks nor euer heav'nly flood Fall on the cursed ground nor holesome seed That may the least delight or pleasure breed Let neuer Spring visit his habitation But nettles kixe and all the weedie nation With emptie elders grow sad signes of desolation 51 Thea● let the Dragon keepe his habitance And stinking karcases be throwne avaunt Faunes Sylvans and deformed Sa●yrs daunce Wild-cats wolues ●oad● and shreechowles direly chaunt Thear euer let some restles spirit haunt With hollow sound and clashing cheynes to scarr The passenger and eyes like to the starr That sparkles in the crest of ang●i● Mars afa●● 52 But let the blessed deawes for euer showr Vpon that ground in whose faire fields I spie The bloodie ensigne of our Sauiour Strange conquest whear the Conquerour must die And he is slaine that winns the victorie But he that liuing had no house to owe it Now had no graue but Ioseph must bestowe it O runne ye Saints apace and with sweete flowr's bestowe it 53 And ye glad Spirits that now sainted sit On your coelestiall thrones in beawtie drest Though I your teares recoumpt O let not it With after-sorrowe wound your tender brest Or with new griefe vnquiet your soft rest Inough is me your plaints to sound againe That neuer could inough my selfe complaine Sing then O sing aloude thou Arimathean Swaine 54 But long he stood in his faint armes vphoulding The fairest spoile heau'n euer forfeited With such a silent passion griefe vnfoulding That had the sheete but on himselfe beene spread He for the corse might haue beene buried And with him stood the happie theefe that stole By night his owne saluation and a shole Of Maries drowned round about him sat in dole 55 At length kissing his lipps before he spake As if from thence he fetcht againe his ghost To Mary thus with teares his silence brake Ah woefull soule what ioy in all our cost When him we hould we haue alreadie lost Once did'st thou loose thy Sonne but found'st againe Now find'st thy Sonne but find'st him lost and slaine Ay mee though he could death how canst thou life sustaine 56 Whear ere deere Lord thy Shadowe houereth Blessing the place wherein it deigns abide Looke how the earth darke horrour couereth Cloathing in mournfull black her naked side Willing her shadowe vp to heau'n to glide To see and if it meet thee wandring thear That so and if her selfe must misse thee hear At least her shadow may her dutie to thee bear 57 See how the Sunne in daytime cloudes his face And lagging Vesper loosing his late teame Forgets in heau'n to runne his nightly race But sleeping on bright Oetas top doeth dreame The world a Chaos is no ioyfull beame Looks from his starrie bowre the heau'ns doe moue And Trees drop teares least we should greeue alone The windes haue learnt to sigh and waters hoarcely grone 58 And you sweete flow'rs that in this garden growe Whose happie states a thousand soules enuie Did you your owne felicities but knowe Your selues vnpluckt would to his funerals hi● You neuer could in better season die O that I might into your places slide The gate of heau'n stands gaping in his side Thear in my soule should steale and all her faults should hide 59 Are theas the eyes that made all others blind Ah why ar they themselues now blemished Is this the face in which all beawtie shin'd What blast hath thus his flowers debellished At these the feete that on the watry head Of the vnfaithfull Ocean passage found Why goe they now so lowely vnder ground Wash't with our woorthles teares and their owne precious wound 60 One hem but of the garments that he wore Could medicine whole countries of their paine One touch of this pale hand could life restore One word of these cold lips reuiue the slaine Well the blinde man thy Godhead might maintaine What though the sullen Pharises repin'd He that should both compare at length would finde The blinde man onely sawe the Seers all wear blinde 61 Why should they thinke thee worthy to be slaine Was it because thou gau'st their blinde men eyes Or that thou mad'st their lame to walke againe Or for thou heal'dst their sick mens maladies Or mad'st their dumbe to speake and dead to rise O could all these but any grace haue woon What would they not to saue thy life haue done The dumb man would haue spoke and lame man would haue runne 62 Let mee O let me neere some fountaine lie That through the rocke heaues vp his sandie head Or let me