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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	die_v	great_a	see_v	6,824	5	3.2450	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36993	The malecontent, a satyr being the sequel of the Progress of honesty, or A view of court and city.	D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.; D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723. Progress of honesty.	1684 (1684)	Wing D2748; ESTC R3728	18,526	39

as if the Dragons teeth were Sown And thence Innumerable Monsters grown In th' house strange Animosities arise About the Peoples Liberties And who shall Reign when Caesar dies Religion fires their Conscience there Though not a motion on 't elsewhere Yet then all Zealous Politick and Wise A Godly Cheat best dazles vulgar Eyes A Bigot of this sort rash Cinna was Sprung from a stanch Rebellious Race Under whose Roof was horribly contriv'd The death of the best Monarch ever liv'd The thought of which charms my Satyrick vein Who can of such a loss enough Complain And not wish Bloud might pay for bloud again And see the great Avengers justice shown Cinna that late with calm and subtile Tone Encouraged the mad Senate to go on He that with grave and Conscientious look In fewest words most Treason spoke And gave his Pious vote t' exclude the D Would now exclude the King The Pillar fell That props three mighty Kingdoms burn and kill Till Monarchy were turn'd t' a Common-weal But such a Hellish barbarous intent Meets commonly a Hellish punishment Cinna's accus'd and Legally Condemn'd By every honest Tongue with horrour nam'd To Execution brought resolv'd to show An enthusiastick Bravery did bow His Neck with willingness to meet the blow But as if Heaven at the very time Decree'd severest justice for his Crime Three strokes sell on him e'er he lost his head A blow for every Kingdom he betray'd XI Attending on this Pious work Stood a Soul-broker of the Scottish-Kirk A Whining Sneaking Canting Saint As ever took the Covenant And as it ever was his Trick To disturb people that were Sick He now his skill do's most employ To Teize and Plague 'em when they dye Thus as the Serpent did to Eve Just as they 're going to take leave He works their Pannick sear to speak his Lye And hedges in damnation by the bye The worst of Malecontents he is E'er since he lost a Benefice Nor is it possible to reconcile Him to us since he lost St. Mary Hill His spleenfull Nature still against us bent Assisted by a daring Parliament Would fain have taught us to agree To his Scotch way of Loyalty The very same was us'd in forty three With Massacres his Sermons frighted us For which he had the thanks o' th' Commons house Who were within an Ace of mutinous But a Learn'd Preacher who had boldly shown The Peoples fears were vain had none Thus 't is not he that truest matter gives A just applause receives But who best Claws the Representatives A blessed Age when Bigoted Divines Shall wrest the Scripture to their ill designs Oh what a Misery it is that he That has the luck of being learn'd should be The first to Countenance Disloyalty That one whose Reason to the highest reaches Should corrupt dying men and write sham Speeches And brib'd by treacherous Gold All their false Notions and Opinions hold As in the Speech of Cinna where The Reverend Doctour did appear In every line each Paragraph That made the men of Judgment laugh Was worded by the Doctour we could view In every clouded Line the Scotch Wit darting through The Logick was the Doctours ' all the fallacies And Contradictions there were his Nay the sham Law in 't was the Doctour's too But his misprisions would not doe The Judges that it was high Treason knew Sure never any Nation could confess With Doctours they were plagu'd like this The Salamanca Dragon late held forth And now we have another from the North Hugh Peters formerly came from the West Let us but have a fourth from out the East And never kingdom was so blest I 'll fares the Land if once the Clergy err For who are known so popular The sheep must then needs go a-stray When Shepherds can and will not lead the way And as Religion should no interest have O'er souls or bodies but to save As the Creatour's Will first form'd and made Who never did design it for a trade So he that is ordain'd to teach should be A man of Pious Loyalty Of steady mind unapt to please each Sot For he that winks at th' Ages general fault Like B tt is a scandal to his Coat XII When the Eternal did Mankind Create As an addition to his happy State He gave him Reason that he so might be Nearer his own Divinity Since when Religion's Sacred power Refin'd the drossie Ore And taught the stupid Mortal to Adore Then Priestly Orders first began And the sincerest Man Born on the wings of fame did soon disperse The Mystick tenets through the Universe The learned Prophet did all hearts inspire With Morals sprung from his Celestial fire And all were willing to admire No Bigot of the Rebel Synagogue No fleering Canting Rogue No brib'd Scotch Quack nor perjur'd Salamank The heavenly dew of knowledge drank None Grac't the Priesthood were not free from vice Like Aaron Pious and like Moses Wise. But now ungratefull Schism the kingdom grieves The Sacred Church becomes a Den of Thieves Drones Dunces Drunken slaves Exotick Fools and pamper'd Knaves Have yet the Confidence To wear the spotless Robe of Innocence And though the Lash or hanging they deserve Approach the Holy place and at the Altar serve Pardon ye Reverend of the Sect divine That ever will Serenely shine The Satyr dares not against you conspire Whose vertues bind him and untwist his Wire But were it not for happy you For an unbyass'd blessed few Faith and Religion would as useless be As Preaching true Obedience to the Mobile 'T is this that shocks the Judgment of the Wise And adds to general Vice This makes the Libertine go on And leave no horrid Crime undone Till his Inglorious Race is run so far His Guardian Angel leaves him to despair Despair the Wages of Impiety That makes the wretched Mortal hourly dye And feel new pangs of endless Misery Who without horrour can relate Or think on wretched Cambel's fate Cambel who not long since Had such exalted favours from his Prince They gain'd the Emulation Of the third part o' th' Nation Imperial Caesar trusted him with power And on his head did showre Honours would even make Ambition dumb And own for more it wanted Room His loyal Father's merits fresh did spring Within the memory of the gratefull King His father that proud Rebels long withstood And seal'd his dear Allegiance with his Bloud Losing his head for that great Monarch's sake Whose life his barbarous Son conspires to take Errour of Nature blind Effect of fate Oh what Philosophy can e'er relate Or shew the natural Reason why In Loyal bloud should brood such Villany If we chuse Horses we the Breed prefer If Dogs we cannot err The true bred Beagle ne'er can get a Cur In Cocks the generous virtue is the same Who e'er could say a Craven came From one that was a Cock o' th' Game But spurious Man the great Instinct denies Turns Rebel and his bloud do's Bastardize