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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
evil_n	darkness_n	good_a	sweet_a	3,257	5	8.2420	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07542	Poems occasioned by a melancholy vision or A melancholy vision vpon diuers theames enlarged which by seuerall arguments ensuinge is showed ByH. Mill.	Mill, Humphrey, fl. 1646.; Droeshout, John, d. 1652, engraver.	1639 (1639)	STC 17922; ESTC S112789	74,869	272

nothing but the bone Is left when I had any they did feed With me it was a charitable deed But now alas I hungry am and poore What 's done is done now I can doe no more Death come away why should'st thou not be free The wormes and I will ever honour thee Death and his friends are checkt Life is urged to speake to the purpose Death thou thy friends also have spoke their mind Thou think'st thy cause is good but thou shalt find Vaine thy defence with thy corrupted crue Living by sense they nothing speake that 's true They doe not care so they have private gaine Come in by thee though all the world be slaine They helpe thee not thy cause the worse made They parties are and with thee drive a trade As for thy selfe when life doth make reply Thy shew of truth best prove is but a lye Life to the life of death the dreadfull story Speak now declare the truth shew forth my glory The Reply of Life to all the particulars against deaths defence When God did make man blessed in his kinde And all things else according to his minde When man did breake the Law of God by sinne Thou as his curse did'st presently step in God bid thee 't is true but thou run'st fast For to destroy his worke thou didst make haste But to obey Gods will or his decree Was never yet intended so by thee For Truth or Justice thou car'st not a whit And yet thou sayest thou hast a right to it Dost thou divide the world is it thy due Or any part 't were so if lyes were true Thou willing art to ruine me and still Thou seek'st about my living bloud to spill Thou dost thy worst to keepe me still from rest The worst of workes thou callest still the best Thou shamelesse art and impudent to all Thou throw'st thy darts at rich faire great small Thou bidden art but yet without commission Thou would'st destroy me crying for permission Whether good or bad it 's all one still to thee Thou car'st for none for his integrity If in Gods hand thou art why dost thon now Thus vexe and fret and wilt not me allow A being but dost labour to destroy Me still my glory thou would'st take away A tyrant if a King thou art 't is so To all thy subjects first or last a foe Thou shew'st thy selfe most curst so vile thou art Some may in feare in love none takes thy part Thou dost usurp God made thee not a King A name that 's forg'd through feare thou hast the thing Put on thee God with wrath doth arme thee then 'T is for his foes but to all other men He mercy shewes but thou no pitty hast And friends or foes thou still dost lay them waste What good by thee doth come to any one 'T was by Gods hand for thou intendest none The Saints that did so much desire thee 'T was first because from sinne they would be free And for to see the Lord and with him dwell To speake his praises and his goodnesse tell Not for thy sake thy pale and dreadfull face Frights all by nature run from thee apace Can God dost thinke finde no way else to bring His Saints to blisse but thou must use thy sting To bring them down some are in heaven blest That nere knew thee and so might all the rest If God did please thou mak'st as if beholding God were to thee in thy defence unfolding For spoyling mee that life by thee they gaine Is not thy minde that life too thou would'st staine If thou hadst power but'tis above thy reach Thou didst on earth such fearfull lectures preach 'T is well thou hast but there a time to tarry 'T is true though once in this thy minde did varie No ill report I ever made on thee And this the Judge and all the world shall see Though I am guilty if the Lord forgive My sinne what 's that to thee I still shall live What ill I doe is done through sins temptation Thou bring'st the guilt which threatens condemnation Thou ruin'st time and ages to decay Thou also bring'st by takiag me away Is 't out of love to God that thou dost so Revenge the ils no no thou art a foe To all that live it is not for Gods sake It 's still in wrath that thou dost vengeance take Thou dost accuse me of the breach of right That so my darknesse may make thine seeme light Thy selfe thou praisest that thou dost Gods will And keep'st his lawes though thou dost break them still Thou lying serpent thou doe good to me When. where was it can good of evill be I will requite thee if thou good hast showne To me thy ill to all the world is knowne Can Life by Death a being here retaine When losse of life thou countest for thy gaine 'T is true I hate thee how can I doe lesse Thou dost on me thy malice still expresse An aggravation and disproportion betwixt death and the cruellest creatures and how he hath nothing that is praise-worthy belongs to him What shall I say thou cursed viper now Set out thee or thy hatred who knowes how A cockatrice thou art of poyson'd Aspe Thou step'st then in when men for me do gaspe The Lion's meeke when he 's compar'd to thee The Dragon 's tame how wilde so ere he be The Leopards doe shew some respect to men The greedy Wolves doe prey but now and then The hungry foxes doe sleepe all the day And in the night they onely seeke their prey But thou art worse than all that here are nam'd Thou spoil'st all men and never art asham'd Both day and night all times thou goest about And mak'st thy prey of all thou findest out The Panther when he doth destroy mans life Seemeth to grieve but thou art still at strife WIth me for murther thou dost not relent But if thou misse a blow thou dost repent Beasts may be seene and so may be prevented If not with one alone they 'l be contented Thou like a Thiefe dost come men not aware All thou must have for one thou dost not care Thy shape 's unseen I cannot paint thee out Not man nor beast nor fowle nor vermine rout Can thee discover in thy native hue Or by proportion give to thee thy due If thou be strong why doe men through disease Grow weake before thou dost upon them seaze If thou be bold why dost thou slily creepe And steal on men by night when they should sleep If thou art valiant why dost thou the brother Vse as thy meanes to make him kill the other When armies rise against each other fight Though there thou art thou play'st there least in sight If thou art noble why doe hangmen still Attend on thee to execute thy will Thou dost men starve is this a noble minde No favour shew'st thou art to all unkinde If thou art great why dost not shew the same To shelter men of

dwell Why should I live a melancholy life And lose the sweet of sinne to purchase strife I am not bound to any rich or poore Get what I can I le part with nere the more Unlesse it be to such as love sins hire Feare not the fable of eternall fire Good men and goodnesse I will still disgrace Ere I have done truth shall not shew her face I le be a refuge to the viler sort To jeere Religion shall be still my sport So I le goe on in sin without controule What dost thou mean speak thou immortal soul. A divine speech of the Soule to the bodie Why dost thou thus adde daily sinne to sinne Why dost thou gender horror thus within Why dost thou sell thy self wch once was bought With Christ his bloud for sin which brings thee nought Shame and confusion follow thee in hast All thy delights then quickly will be past Why wast thou made that thou dost thy indeavor Going about to purchase hell for ever Or what have I done that thou sell'st me quite For aye to dwell with everlasting night Wast thou not made to helpe and succour me Was I not made to teach and comfort thee Was not Gods Image stampt upon me when He breath'd me life as he did other men Why labor'st thou to make me like the devill Who can be lesse when he hath done so evill Thou art become a prison to me now And to be freed alas I know not how Open this prison that I must not doe By violence for that is sinfull too O that I had but freedome for to flie From this dunghill that doth upon me lie Then to the mountaine of eternall rest There would I live and dwell among the blest The speech of the Soule workes effectually bringing the Sinner to the brinke of despaire Alas poore soule thy lamentation greeves me Nothing I have of what sinne saith he gives me But horrid conscience with his dreadfull store Brings evils on me and these call for more Sin promis'd sweet the sowre comes in place And credit too and for it comes disgrace And to be rich but who so poore as I My wisedome is true folly I descrie Nothing of truth doth once from sin proceed Sin is untruth in thought in word and deed Thy painted face I doe defie and scorne Woe worth the timethat ever I was borne To make a league with thee the mouth of hell Where I ere long I feare must goe to dwell Every Creature brings report of vengeance When to the heavens I doe lift mine eye They all at once my sins so great defie And doe disdaine to smile upon me so I apprehend each one is turn'd my foe When I astorme or tempest see appeare My thoughts are troubled with perplexed feare The fiery storme that never will blow ore I thinke comes toward for me laid up in store I being foule or if the weather faire It shames me quite and fils me with despaire And if a Christian meet me I thinke then I shame the company of all such men If one as vile I note as I have beene He brings fresh torment such is seldome seene When in the streets I goe I feare some tile Will vengeance take on me that am so vile A beast I see at slaughter then I sorrow 'T is thine to day thinke I it 's mine tomorrow And when I eate or drinke I feare Gods hand With meate in mouth will cut me from the land The little Birds that lift their notes on high With pleasant tunes my foulnesse doe defie They free from care ten thousand on me waite They flye from snares sin takes me with its bait The earth I tread on murmures for to beare me All things upon 't with one consent do feare me And when it 's chopt me thinks it threats to swallow Me quicke for I still in my sin do wallow Of raine that falls to cause a pleasant crop I feare ere long to be deni'd one drop VVhen heapes of dust in pit's cast I think still All such as I th' infernall pit must fill VVhen I see men cut downe the tender grasse Then fearful thoughts within my breast do passe Thinking I see Times sithe that is sins hire To make me fewell for devouring fire When night draws on the day then draws away It 's like that night that never will decay That utter darknesse which in hell will be The thoughts of which adde to my miserie VVhen I put off my rayment then thinke I The wormes will come to supper by and by VVhen I lye downe in bed desiring sleepe My body hath no rest my soule doth weepe If slumber doth but once possesse mine eyes My cōscience calls for wrath for vengeance cries The starres that twinckle when I chance to see They seem to blush at my deformitie VVhen morning light appeareth to my sight I wish for wings to fit me for a flight Lest that should bring me naked on the stages And make me odions to all after ages Thus am I still afraid oftime and place And every thing my ruine brings a pace Help I have none the Lord he will not heare me For when I pray his angry lookes doe feare me Sathan stands by and claimes me for his owne Sin helpes me not by sin I 'm overthrowne Sinne failes of his promises and doomes the Sinner to miserie Now sin speaks truth that seldome truth doth tel I will thee helpe but 't shall be into hell What thou hast done I pray thee blame not me For what I ' ue done my office sets me free I am enabled by the devils power For to enlarge his kingdome every houre VVhy should not I thus promise much content Although the truth be far frō such event How would such fooles brought be to lust and pride Were not il things as good things beautified Thou car'dst for none who now doth care for thee Away be gone into thy miserie By Faith and Prayer hee claimes an interest in Gods mercie O Lord this horror justly falles upon me The rage of sinne and Sathan lies upon me And now I sincke for ever to the darke Eternall pit where hellish curres doe barke All comforts faile Lord if thou faile me too I am undone to make no more adoe Was never none restor'd that was so bad Was never none brought backe and mercy had Thy hand was up and yet thou did'st not strike Save me for I my former wayes dislike My sins are great greater thy mercies are My sins are many more thy mercies farre What though my sins exceed in weight measure Thou with a word canst ease me at thy pleasure My sinnes doe but as creatures sins appeare But mercie from a God frees men from feare VVhy did'st thou send thy son frō heaven to die But them to save that under wrath did lye And so to free from under Sathans band And to redeeme poore captives by his hand And I am one that in my sight am lost Seeke me