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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
england_n	france_n	king_n	slay_v	2,803	5	8.3370	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A58989	The Second part of Merry drollery, or, A Collection of jovial poems, merry songs, witty drolleries, intermix'd with pleasant catches collected by W.N., C.B., R.S., J.G., lovers of wit.	W. N.	1661 (1661)	Wing S2295; ESTC R37360	61,415	164

That all world I dare to swear Would envy to have seen us Her belly and its provender For me was kept in store Such news to hear and nor to have share Would have made a man a Whore Her legs were girt about my waste My hand under her Crupper As one would say now break your fast And come again to supper Even as the God of War did knock As any other man will For haste of work till twelve a Clock Kept Vulcan at his Anvil Mad Wag quoth she why dost thou make Such haste thy self to rear Dost thou not know that for thy sake The Fair lasts all the year Quiet and calm as are loves streams I threw my self about her But a pox upon true jests and dreams I had better have lain without her A Catch CAll George again boy call George again And for the love of Bacchus call George again George is a good boy and draws us good wine Or fills us more Clarret our wits to refine George is a brave Lad and an honest man If you will him know he dwells at the Swan A Song POx take you Mistress I 'll be gone I have friends to wait upon Think you I 'll my self confine To your humours Lady mine No your louring seems to say 'T is a rainy drinking day To the Tavern I 'll away There have I a Mistress got Cloystered in a Pottle pot Brisk and sprightly as thine Eye When thy richest glances fly Plump AND bounding lively fair Bucksome soft and debonair And she 's call'd Sack my DEAR Sack 's my better Mistress far Sack 's my only beauty-star Whose rich beans and glorious raies Twinkle in each red rose and face Should I all her vertues show Thou thy self wouldst love-sick prove AND she 'd prove thy Mistress TOO She with no dart-scorn will blast me But upon thy bed can cast me Yet ne'r blush her self too red Nor fear of loss of Maiden-head And she can the truth to say Spirits into me convey MORE than thou canst take AWAY Getting kisses here 's no toyl Here 's no Handkerchief to spoyl Yet I better Nectar sip Then dwell upon thy lip And though mute and still she be Quicker wit she brings to me THEN e'r I could find in THEE If I go ne'r think to see Any more a fool of me I 'll no liberty up give Nor a Maudlin-like love live No there 's nought shall win me to'r 'T is not all thy smiles can do 't Nor thy Maiden-heat to BOOT Yet if thou 'lt but take the pain TO be good but once again If one smile then call me back THOU shalt be that Lady Sack Faith but try and thou shalt see What a loving Soul I 'll be WHEN I am drunk with nought but thee The Answer I Pray thee Drunkard get thee gone Thy Mistress Sack doth smell too strong Think you I intend to wed A sloven to be-piss my bed No your staining me 's to say You have been drinking all this day Go be gone away away Where you have your Mistress Sack Which hath already spoil'd your back And methinks should be too hot To be cloystered in a pot Though you say she is so fair So lovely and sodebonair She is but of a yellow hair Sack 's a whore which burns like fire Sack consumes and is a dryer And her waies do only tend To bring men unto their end should I all her vices tell Her rovings and her swearings fell Thou wouldst dam her into Hell Sack with no durt scorns will blast thee But upon thy bed still cast thee And by that impudence doth shew That no vertue she doth know For she will the truth to say Thy body in an hour decay More than I can in a day Though for kisses there 's no toyl Yet your body she doth spoil Sipping Nectar whilst you sit She doth quite besot your wit Though she is mute she 'll make you loud Brawl and fight in every croud When your reason she doth cloud Nor do thou ever look to see Any more a smile from me I 'll no liberty nor sign Which I truly may call mine No no slight shall win me to 't 'T is not all thy parts can do 't Thy Person nor thy Land to boot Yet if thou wilt take the pain To be sober once again And but make much of thy back I will be instead of Sack Faith but try and thou shalt see What a loving Soul I 'll be When thou art drunk with nought but me A Catch SHe that will eat her breakfast in her bed And spend the morn in dressing of her head And sit at dinner like a Maiden-Bride And nothing do all day but talk of pride Jove of his mercy may do much to save her But what a case is he in that shall have her St. George for England VVHy should we boast of arthur and his Knights Knowing so many men have endured hot fights Besides King Arthur and Sir Lancelot du Lake Sir Tristram de Lionel that fought for Ladies sake Read old Histories and then you shall see That St. George St. George did make the Dragon flee St. George for England St. Dennis for France Sing Hony soit qui maly pense Mark how Father Abraham when first he rescu'd Lot Only by his houshold what conquest there they got David elected a Prophet and a King He slew great Goliah with a stone and a sling These were no Knights of the Table round But St. George St. George the Dragon did confound St. George c. Joshua and Gideon did lead their men to fight They conquered the Amorites and put them to flight Hercules labour's upon the Plains of Bass And Sampson slew a thousand with the jaw bone of an ass Besides a goodly Temple there he did spoyl But St. George St. George the Dragon he did soyl St. George c. The wars of the Monarches they were too long to tell And next of all the Romans for thy did far excell When Hannibal and Scipio so many fields did fight Orlando Furioso was a worthy Knight Remus and Romulus that first Rome did build But St. George St. George did make the dragon yield St. George c. Many have fought with proud Tamberlain And Cutlax the Dane great wars did maintain Rowland and Bryan and good Sr. Oliveer In the forrest of Arden there slew both Bull and Bear Beside the noble Hollander Sir Goward with his Bill But St. George St. George the Dragon's bloud did spill St. George c. Bevis conquered Askupart and after slew the bore And then he crost beyond the seas To combate with a Moor Sir I singbrass and Egelman they were Knights bold And good Sr John Mandevil of travels much have told These were all English Knights that Pagans did convert But St. George c. pluckt out the Dragons heart St. George c. The noble Alphonso that was the Spanish King The order of the red scarfs and bedrowl he did bring He had