Selected quad for the lemma: evil_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
evil_n	ireland_n	plutarch_n	prose_n	49	3	16.4682	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04342	News from Parnassus, in the abstracts and contents of three crown'd chronicles, relating to the three kingdoms of England, Scotland and Ireland. In a poem, divided into two parts : first, to the king, secondly, to the subjects of the said three kingdoms. Dedicated to His Majesty. / By a servant to Mars, and a lover of the muses, William Mercer.	Mercer, William, 1605?-1675?	1682 (1682)	Wing M1740; ESTC R180533	40,838	104

I vow With mine then all my labours I 'll allow Twenty years yet for all I 'm aiming at Would tempt few Fools unless they knew for what But were the dictates desperate all I do I 'm tempted most extremely thereunto St. Ambrose says of Temptation Nemo diu fortis est by me these words are wrong 〈◊〉 have stood out ●oo long at least against Temptation strong The Abstracts Apologue And to all the Epilogue Abstracts and extracts twenty tricks I own Three Kingdoms evil Instruments to make known For just as Jonah preached to Ninevy Pressing Repentance on them all so I Have plaid the Prophet but mistook my time Must therefore rest rehearsing of this Rhime At Chess by chance a pawn assumes the power To make the King a Captive for an hour But then the Dwarf durst not that draught have drawn Had not the King put power into the pawn So Supreme Power precisely did imploy My Muse till I almost became a coy To train all in and bring them to the Bar To be condemn'd as in your Arms they are Of whom I tell what in effect's found true Justice in general without doubt is due Even in the Abstract should I censure all I durst affirm it whether I stand or fall Only a few for fashion I forbear Who will prove proud when my Epistles appear As Peacocks spread their precious Feathers when They gaze upon their glory so some men Admire themselves as I admire their manners And doubtless one day will display their banners Opening my Ark and sending forth the fraught They 'll think I reckon them Noah's righteous eight That as I found them faithful men and free I may requite their kindness unto me But to my Prince at present I appeal And humbly hereto set my Hand and Seal William Mercer Sonnet What Furnius said unto Augustus I Shall not the same to you say lest I lye He heap'd such grateful gifts upon his head Furnius affirmed he damnified him indeed Such say I not but I alledge at least Res peremptoria ingratitudo est Saith of my self as Seneca said before They owe me so much most men me abhor So my good will is wasted all in vain To give not get so much as thanks again Donat in hamo I have no such lot But think some Hooks are hanging in your throat This Sonnet bids you be asham'd to sing The same or see it come before the King To the Reader Reader Take notice on what ticklish terms I wrap wise men up in my Arms And ask you why I 'll answer it With ease and in a phrase as fit Should I some whom I speak of peel And cast in knots even as an Eel They are so slimy though they slip Through all my fingers with a whip Forth from this Fly-boat that they 'r in Out of my Ark they will not win Till I it open then some there Whose ugly acts infect the air Will say they 're not unless they lye Of Noah's faithful Family Who though some crosses they escape In time may taste a tarter Grape My Muse on most men may intrude That grieved me with ingratitude But I have warped a Vow I vow More than can well be woven now Howe're as I 'm a mortal man To every Ell I 'll add a span Reader my Rhimes sure are not so exact As I would wish you know a strict Abstract Is still abstruse ill to be understood Albeit the matter must be granted good And though this small Boat but appears a puff My Ark's at Anchor sure and safe enough Though ' u Laugh and lay this bit below your burn Take care you cry not when the big Books come Postscript In Answer to an Anser Because you ask what 's in my Ark My Answer is a man may mark Millions of Miscreants and I Anatomize them merrily First counts the knacks of all the Knaves Since thirty eight that's in their Graves And then as truly tells the names Of Knaves alive and them proclaims In clear Characters then I come With all the skill I can to some Salutes them too and then repeats The passages of three Estates And yet for all the points I press I spare some Knaves I must confess Though I know the Acts they 're aiming at I take no notice now of that But assoon as the game begins I 'll make them laugh at least that wins And when the big Book 's brought abroad Creep on their knees to kiss the rod. So I have done Adieu Donat in hamo Who gets a gift he hath a hook at wish Within his Jaws fast as he were a Fish But none can say I am not fairly free Donat in hamo hath no hold in me The Argument OR The meaning of some things ensuing And Rhimes already read renewing In a Sonnet These fancies Sir your fault affords If you rage reading of the words Which words I venture to your view The Ark and Abstract both being true Seeing they a prosperous pleasant gale Wish you if friendly words avail Read line by line then as they lye Apply the same impartially Wherein I wooe a foe as Father Though I ill natures win not neither My Muse in Rhimes must rather rail at Bad passengers paying not the Pilot. Wherefore see how these lines alledges A proud complaint within few pages The angry Authors strange distractions Strange Stratagems and strange transactions His murder'd Muse impartial praises Friendless Faithless fruitless phrases With an impartial Paraphrase By one that daily duly draws On Plutarchs precepts to intrude At Ireland's ills too to allude Of Plutarch's parallels in Prose At Ireland's Errors worse than those Of Plutarch's proud ones write one day Of Ireland's evermore I may Of Plutarch's ills if any are Of Ireland's evils too too far In Ireland I find few that 's free Plutarch reproves but one I see In Ireland hundreds are that hault In Plutarch only one in fault Ireland hath thousands such as these are Plutarch but speaks to one as Caesar Which person if you would perceive His name now in this Rhime receive Not by the Author of the other But made by one whom he calls Brother Whoever it made I 'm sure you must Confess the fancy to be just Compar'd in part read then but that Which follows What I'm aiming at So shall you guess as you go on The points are prest at every one Even in my Ark and all I do In it and in these Abstracts too Try when you will you will not want Enough though I of Coyn am scant Plutarch parallels Irelands Animals compar'd in part Whatever follows see how it falls in an illiterate Art At Ireland's ignoble Animals here I hint Weighs worth with persons Plutarch puts in Print This I have done and find but few with whom I can compare which makes me almost dumb Rather than press as could my Quill prevail To praise pretenders when their friendship fail Nor know I one whose evil actions either Rewarded were but yours