Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	cold_a	disease_n	humour_n	1,538	5	8.2799	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A14500	Virgil's Georgicks Englished. by Tho: May Esqr; Georgica. English	Virgil.; May, Thomas, 1595-1650.; Vaughan, Robert, engraver.	1628 (1628)	STC 24823; ESTC S119392	50,687	160

cover'd ore Cold North-west-winds stil freezing blow nor ere Do ●hoe●us beames their pallid darknesse cleare Not whan he rises to his height nor whan His ruddy chariot falls in th' Ocean The running streames so hard are freezed there The waters back will Cart-wheeles iron'd beare In stead of Ships there Horse and Wagons run Brasse cleaves with cold asunder Cloaths put on Freeze hard whole Ponds by Frosts which never thaw Are turn'd to solid Ice they do not draw But cut their Wine with Hatchets and upon Their Beards hang Isicl●s congealed downe Meane time perpetuall snowing fils the ayre The Cattell dy the Beeves most great and faire Are starv'd in drifts of Snow whole Heards of Deer So far are hid that scarce their hornes appeare For these they spread no toiles nor hunt they there With Dogs but kill them with a sword or speare While they in vaine strive to remove away Those hils of Snow and pitifully bray And home with ioyful shouts they bear them then For under ground in deep-digg'd Caves the men Secure and warmly dwell the night they turne To mirth and sport and at one fire do burne Whole oakes and elmes and in full bowles they please Their tasts with fresh sowre iuice of services In stead of wine a people rough and bold Like these beneath the Northren Wagons cold Do live which beasts skins warmest furs do weare Bleake Eastern windes still beat upon them there If thou regard their Wooll let them not go Where bushes are where burs and thistles grow Nor in a grasse too rich Be sure to choose Thy flocks with white soft fleeces but refuse That Ram although the fleece upon his backe Be nere so white whose only tongue is blacke Lest he do staine the fleeces of his Lambs With spots but chuse another 'mongst the Rams So with a Snowy fleeced Ram if we Trust fame did Pa● the god of Arcady Deceive thee 〈◊〉 nor didst thou disdaine Within the Woods to ease a Lovers paine But who so loves their Milke to them must hee store With his own hands bring Claver Trifoly And ●a●test grasse which makes them drink more Than else they would swells their Vdders more And tasts of salt do in their milke remaine Some from their Dams the tender Kids restraine And with sharpe muzzles bar their sucking quite Their morning meale of milk they presse at night That which they milk at night as Sun goes down The Shepheard carries to his market town Next morne in Panyers or with salt bestowes And layes it up till Winter colder growes Nor let thy Dogs be thy last care but feede With fattest Whey as well as Dogs of speede Which Spa●ta sends thy Mastives fierce for nere Whilst they do guard thy folds needst thou to fear The Wolves invasion nor the Thiefe by night Nor Mountainers that do in stealth delight Thou oft with Dogs mayst ore the Plaines apace Wilde Asses Deere or Hares for pleasure chace Or ●ow●e with their loud yelps the chafed Bore From out his rough and desart Den or ore The lofty Mountaines in delightfull view A lusty Stag into thy toiles pursue But learn to burne within thy sheltering rooms Sweet Iuniper and with Galbanean gums Drive Adders thence for Vipers that do fly The light oft under unmov'd Stals do ly Or Snakes that use within the house for shade Securely lu●k and like a plague invade Thy Cattell with their venom Shepheard take A staffe or stones with thee and kill the Snake Swellling and hissing from his threatning throte For though his head into a hole be got His middle twines his taile and parts behinde Lye ope and slowly after tother winde As bad 's that snake which in Calabrian Lawns Doth live and his proud neck aloft advance And rowling makes a long and winding track His belly 's spotted sealed is his back Whom the spring when showery Southwindes blow When grounds are moist and rivers overflow Lives upon ponds and banks and ravening still With Frogs and Fishes his black maw doth fill But when all grounds yea fens themselves are dry And cleft with chinks upon dry ground is he And rowling then his fiery eyes doth threat The fields and rages vex'd with drought heat Oh let not me then take sweet sleepes abroade Nor lye secure under the shady wood When he his skin new cast his youth renewing Lifts up his head his tongue threeforked shewing In heat of day and through the field doth rome His egges or young ones having left at home He teach thee now the signes and causes all Of each diseases On sheep the scab will fall When cold raw humours pierce them to the quick Or searching frosts or sweat unwash'd off stick Vpon their new-shorne skins or brambles teare Their flesh for that wise Shepheards every where Do in sweet Rivers wash their new-shorn flocks The drenched Ram down the streame swimming sokes His Fleece Skin Or else with oiles fat lees They ' noint their new-shorn Sheep mix with these ●daean pitch quick Sulphur silvers spume Sea Onyon Hellebore and black Bitume No kinde of cure 's more full of present hope Than with a knife to cut the Vl●●r ope For else the hidden venome let alone Both lives and growes whilst making of his mone Vnto the gods the idle Shepheard stands And to the wound denies his lancing hands But when a Fever dry shall seize upon Their loynts and pierce into the inmost Bone ●Tis best to keep them then from heat and cut That fall swell●d Veine at bottome of the foot As the Bisaltian Macedonians do And fierce Gelonians when they ●ly unto High Rodope or the Getes farthest wood And drink their milk mingled with horses blood But where thou seest one Sheep too often ly In shade at rest and crop too lazily The tops of grasse or keep aloofe from all Or ly along to feed or to the stall Returne home late alone straight kill that sheep Before th infection through th' whole flocke doe creep No seas are subiect to mo tempests still Than sheep are to diseases which do kil Not single ones but the whole hopefull flocke And at one blow rob thee of all they stocke Then who has known the Alpes th' Illyrian high Castles and Fields that by Timavus lye May yet behold after so long the land Lye wast and Shepheards dwellings empty stand Here by corruption of the ayre so strong A plague arose and rag'd all Autumn long That all wilde Beasts all Cattell perished All pasture fields and ponds were poisoned Nor single was the way to death but when A thirsty fire burnt up their flesh even then Moist humours flow'd againe and not at once But by degrees did melt away the bones An Oxe that is for the gods service prest In all his trimmings and white garlands drest Before the Altar dyes as there he stands Preventing the slow sacrificers hands Or if that slaine by the Priests hand ●e fall His entrailes fired yeeld no flame