Selected quad for the lemma: father_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
father_n	husband_n	mother_n	wife_n	20,403	5	8.3061	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07541	A nights search· Discovering the nature and condition of all sorts of night-walkers; with their associates. As also, the life and death of many of them. Together with divers fearfull and strange accidents, occasioned by such ill livers. Digested into a poeme by Humphry Mill.; Nights search. Part 1.	Mill, Humphrey, fl. 1646.	1640 (1640)	STC 17921; ESTC S112683	172,120	346

be an Hospitall The foule stain'd bratts that sinn'd there and endur'd Their punishments come thither to be cur'd Some want their sight some hearing some their smell Some cannot speak the language plaine of hell Some out of date some tatter'd want a fleece Some want a nose and others but a peece These are the scholers of your Vaulting schoole And'cause I would not prove my selfe a foole To damne my soule youl 'd prove me now a theife I feare you not for I shall find releife When you shall beare your shame I pray begin Prefer your bill put your indictment in Now all this while the bawd amazed stood And look't much like a piece of rotten wood She sweats with envy but her heart was cold And wonder'd that the maid could be so bold Her fingers itcht and yet she durst not fight She growl'd and snarl'd but yet she could not bite Her words she bore in mind which vext her heart She 'd faine indite her but she fear'd the cart Now she resolves to prosecute the maid But then she thinks her bawdry'll be bewraid Still when her spleene did presse her on to doe it Shame stops the suit she had no mind unto it Now she 'ld proceed but that she 's kept in awe With horrid guilt not do's she love the law Then thus she spake Come be not vext I spoke these words to try thee They 're worse than devills that will once bely thee To say the truth I 'le speak what is thy due Thou hast been honest carefull just and true Speak well of me feare not for I protest Where ere thou art I 'le never thee molest Take what is thine go make no more adoe The bawd departs and glad she 's scap't so too Muse dog her not but let me rest my pen For at the Sessions you may meet agen SECT 50. The Confession of a theiving Whore at the time of her Execution I Heard of late there was a Hackney jade And for her need she 'd use a theiving trade She scap't a while but vengeance did assault her Brought her at last i' th' compas of an halter Her life was vile shame forc'd her to confesse it Guilt broke the way and thus she did expresse it When I was yong my bringing up was rude My friends did think that which the multitude Did most approve of that must needs be best I had my will and so liv'd like a beast I mock't at goodnesse though my father spide it He 'd fawn and laugh my mother too would hide it Ill company at last causd me to prove A prostitute good nature mixt with love ' Twasnam'd with us the father from the sonne I didintice till both were quite undonne I often rob'd the father of his child And curst the mother though she was most mild I drew the husband from his loving wife That being done I sow'd betwixt them strife And servants from their Masters I did keep We spent their goods whil'st they were fast a sleep I made them steale cheat pilfer and purloine How e're it came if I could get but coine I never car'd or any man that came Which brought but money I nere ask't his name Nor what he was his life nor where he dwelt He had his will when I his money felt If any one had a good mind to play A game in love and yet was loth to pay I 'de pick his pockets money or a watch Or any thing of worth that I could catch Was ali mine owne but he would ne're reveale ir For feare of shame though he knew I did steale it If any one had spent on me his stock Forrecompence I paid him with a mock And curst him too then with a rayling scoffe I sent him packing thus I cast him off When trading fail'd I had a trick as ill I 'de cut a purse or steale for I had skill In all those wayes at last the fowle disease Had brought me low and I could find no ease It griev'd my heart I could no longer sin As I was wont such case then I was in Yet I resolv'd to take what e're was brought By high-way theives or cut-purses I taught Them how to do 't house-breakers or the rest Who e're was most expert was my chiefe guest The cheating crew did make me their receiver For whoredome theft and for a false deceiver None went beyond me I am brought this day To suffer for 't and I my life must pay Take warning all by me avoyd those crimes You that are guilty oh repent betimes Sin will but cheat you flatteringly 't will wooe you Like Crocodiles it will at last undoe you Now for my sins I feare I must go fry With Iesaebel in flames eternally My conscience tels me what 's my sinful hire Drive drive away me thinks I feele hell fire But after this she staid a little space Then as she drew the cloth down o're her face Said world adiew with thee I leave my staine Oh! I shall never see the light againe The paine the shame the anguish of my heart Thus said the car-man drew away the cart Vpon command but left his load behind I cannot think the halter eas'd her mind Of all her gaines sh 'ad nothing lest to pay For bur'ing of her corps but by the way Her grave is made the hang-man put her in 't And here her Epitaph is put in Print Her Epitaph Here lies a monster of the Female kind So serpent-like her venom 's mixt with shame Yetlike a mole she turnd fur she was blind Or like a dragon but she was too tame Some part from woman more from beasts had shee She was most fowle and dy'd upon a tree SECT 51. Of a Prodigall Man that run out of all and how his wife turn'd whore A Simple man that was both poore and prowd That strain'd himselfe beyond what was allow'd By his estate his raverne meetings cost More than he got his time being dayly lost With costly suits with rich and dainty fare His wife and he did live still free from care He to grow fearelesse oft did charge his braine With Claret Sack the fruits of France and Spaine Having the dropsie he could not quench his thirst He strain'd so long till at the last he burst His calling cast him up and his estate Deny'd him bread being over-rul'd by Fate He saw his folly and he was perplext But 't was too late alas in vaine he vext His former ways grew hatefull in his sight His heart grew heavy but his wife turn'd light Lascivious Goat she will hold up her port And any Ape that will to her resort Finds entertainment yet he still is kind And charmes her oft but cannot change her mind She scornes him he gives her nor cloathes nor diet She 'l have a place where she may live at quiet She being gone his mind doth him importune To go beyond sea and to seek his Fortune Away he went but yet in three yeares time