Selected quad for the lemma: england_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
england_n	king_n	place_n	scotland_n	3,689	5	8.3626	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A86845	The humble petition of the vvretched, and most contemptible, the poore commons of England, to the blessed Elizabeth of famous memory. Also a most gratious answer, with a divine admonition and propheticall conclusion.		1642 (1642)	Wing H3586; Thomason E108_1; ESTC R5688	7,159	16

all favours By you received ungratefully forgotten Long time before the flesh I vvore vvas rotten It is no ostentation to relate Courtesies done to such as are ungrate I found you like a hunted scattered flocke Your very soules beating against the rocke Of ignorance and superstition Just in the high way of the soules perdition I playd the shepheard and the Pilat too And yet no Lambe no Fleece more then my due Was e're exacted from the common store Where all alike vvere rich alike vvere poore For thine and mine and mine and thine are things Not for to be twixt Subjects and their Kings Princes like the Sunne should from the floods exhale The wealth they raise therein and let it fall In every place as they have cause a share And not consume it like the vvanton heire The 'r full Exchequers must like Conduits be Open to all to rich and poore like free And subjects should like fields be full of Springs And naturally should fall towards their Kings The common-wealth should alwayes be in motion Seas fall to brookes and brookes should to the Ocean Such royall and such loyall communitie Keepe Kings and subjects still in unitie I cannot say I grieve this place is free From passion as from all iniquitie But yet I muse since Scotland's to it joyn'd Englands Exchequer should be no better coyn'd Sure ther 's false play I feare the younger brother Is growne too vvise too craftie for the other It is an ill made marriage vvhere the bride Spends all before the husband can provide I did maintaine farre be vaine glory hence A well Rig'd Navie for your owne defence A royall Fleet that like a Brazen vvall Circled the Land the Armies vvere not small The Garrisons and Forts I did uphold Kept you like sheepe in peace vvithin your fold What vvell deserving Souldier vvent away VVithout reward much lesse vvithout his pay To neighbour States in amitie vve lent Mony and men vvhat servant ever vvent VVithout his hier what pension vvas denyed From the first hower untill the hower I dyed In briefe I seldome borrowed oft did lend Yet left enough to give enough to spend How comes it then that neither Fleete nor Fort Mony nor Garrison nor House nor Court VVages nor debts nothing repaid or paid Nought purchast nought lent nought built wrought playd And yet ther 's nought remaines nought to be found All is not perfect sure all is not sound I no lesse muse to see the vvoods cut downe The ancient vvoods revenues of the Crovvne Dispos'd of so to favorite or friend That should hereditarily descend From King to King as doth the dyadem The Lands of the Crovvne are the Crovvnes chiefest Jem Customes subsidies sines and accidents Nought is substantiall but the annuall Rents There are deservers sure that service doe That vvould not be made knovvne to heaven nor you Princes are gods on earth and subjects eyes Upon their actions should not stand as spies It is dangerous and ungodly thing To pry into the Chamber of a King The arke of State is sanctified and must Be onely toucht by them are put in trust But you expect an answer to your petition Then know poore soules 't is given me in commission From heavens great King to tell you all that 's past To what 's to come is but a sparke a blast Your sorrowes yet alas like womens throwes Doe come and goe but there will follow blowes Ere England will be delivered it will make Your very entralls bleed your soules to quake The time shall come when bravest mindes shall mourne And children wish they never had beene borne The Sword shall eate what plagues have over-slipt And sier consume what famine hath not nipt The Gospel sound shall loose his glorious light And ignorance as blacke as darkest night Shall spread her sable wings about our Ile And Babylons great Whore once more defile Albions white cliffe the Israelites shall double The bricke they made yet be allow'd no stubble The Egyptian with an Hebrew shall contend And the Hebrew want a Moses to his friend There is an execrable sinne lies hid Such a thing as modesty doth forbid My Sex to mine till that he brought to light And Acan punisht looke to be put to fight Before the men of Ahi you shall not stand Nor shall ought prosper that you take in hand The Levite from his wife shall be devorc't And every poore mans virgin shall be forc't Vriah shall be murthered for his wife And Naball sleepe in danger of his life You lusted for a King heavens King relieve you And grant you pardon as I here forgive you You tooke a surfet of my happy raigne And paid my well deserving with disdaine But Oh you cast not me away 't was not I You slighted 't was the Lord of hosts most high And therefore you shall call and cry in vaine Bootlesse you shall lament bootlesse complaine From forth the North the Plague is come at last The Lyon is rowz'd from 's Den th●t shall lay wast Your townes and cities who stands up alas To stop the gap where such his wrath shall passe Englands disease is desperate and 't is decreed That e're shee can recover she must bleed Harke harke heavens trumpet summons me away Now my commission's ended I must not stay Farewell poore soules goe pray repent and fast The deafe and unjust Judge is won at last By importunitie much more is he That is inclin'd and prone to clemency I shall attend your prayers every hower And to the utmost will extend my power With him that one that can and may relieve you Ther 's hope of pardon if he doe reprieve you Greeve for what 's past with resolution To mend your lives deferre not th' execution Then to the hornes of th' Altar timely flie Timely repent least you untimely die How wretched is the state you all are in That sleepe secure in unrepented sinne When not the greatest King on earth can say That we shall live untill the breake of day No Saints in heaven or blessed Angells know Whether the last and dreadfull trumpe shall blow To judgement of the living and the dead Before these words I speake be uttered Awake O watch O weepe repent and pray And have in minde the last and dreadfull day FINIS