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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
ground_n	body_n	life_n	soul_n	1,744	5	5.1981	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A26956	The Young lovers guide, or, The unsuccessful amours of Philabius, a country lover ... writ by him to his beautious-unkind mistress ... ; with The answer of Helena to Paris, by a country shepherdess ; as also, The sixth Æneid and fourth eclogue of Virgil, both newly translated by J.B., Gent.	Philabius.; Country shepherdess. Answer of Helena to Paris.; Virgil. Bucolica. 4. English.; Virgil. Aeneis. Liber 6. English.; J. B., Gent.	1699 (1699)	Wing B131; ESTC R19435	36,870	128

't Nor Theseus and Pirithous tho' sprung All from the Gods and Men would yield to none He sought with 's Strength Hell's keeper to subdue And from K. Pluto's Throne him trembling drew And these his Queen from 's Chamber would have too The Sibyll briefly thus to him reply'd Here 's no such Treason Anger lay aside Our Arms are meer Defence Hell's keeper's free Barking to awe the Ghosts eternally Let chast Proserpine keep her Uncle's Room Aeneas who for Zeal and Arms is known Sprung of Troy's Royal Blood is hither come To see his Father in the Shades below If no respect such Piety you shew You know this Bow ' so ope's her Garment where 'T was hid and seen his Passion strait was o'er No more being said The fatal Gift h'admires Not seen before for many many Years And sets his tawny Boat close to the Shoar Thence driving all the Ghosts stood there before And clearing's Seats in 's wicker Vessel took The stout Aeneas whereupon it shook And crackt and let much Water in Tho' still On th' other Shoar he landed them at Will On Mudd and Marshy Weeds the Coast do fill The monstrous three-mouth'd Cerb'rus in a Den There opp'site barking makes the Country ring To whom being frightful to Spectators view With Snakes about his Neck the Sibyll threw A Bolus made of Drugs to her well known With Hony mixt which strait he swallow'd down And on the Ground with this he reeling fell Extending's mighty Body o'er the Cell Hell's Ward 's asleep Aeneas th'Entrance seiz'd Leaving the Lake which no Man e'er repast Just entring Voices and great Cries they hear Of Children Infants Souls stand wailing there Who sweet Life scarce enjoy'd but from the Breast Were forc'd by Fate and sent to their long Rest Next these are Men unjustly judg'd to die Tho' not without their lotted Destiny Th'Inquis'tor Minos bears the Lot-pot he Ghost-Juries calls Mens Lives and Crimes to try The next are such who tho' no Crimes they had Life hating thro' Despair themselves destroy'd And threw their Souls away what would they do Life to regain what Hardships undergo But Fate withstands it and the Lake them bounds And Styx's Waters nine times them surrounds Not far from hence as far as th' Eye can reach The mourning Fields lay round they name them such In secret Av'nues and a Myrtle Grove Here Persons stand brought to their ends by Love Whose restless Cares e'en Death it self survive Here he sees Phaedra ' nd Procris and the sad Esiphyle who shews the Wounds she had From her own Son Evadne here he saw Pasiphae and Laodamia And Caeneus who at first a Girl had been And then a Man a Woman then agen ' Mongst whom Phoenician Dido in the Wood Walkt as the rest her Wounds all fresh with Blood Whom when Aeneas as he near her came Got sight of thro' the dark Shades as a Man Sees or imagines that he sees the Moon Just turn'd the new thro' cloudy Skies he weeps And thus with tender Love his Mistress greets Unhappy Dido a true Message then Was brought me you are dead with Dagger slain Alas I caus'd your Death by Heav'n I swear And Gods above and if ought Faith be here T was ' gainst my Will O Queen I left your Shoar By Gods commands I did it which compell Me now to pass these darksome Shades of Hell Thro' loathsome rotten Ways Nor could believe My parting from you would cause so much Grief Pray stay and go not from me whom d' you fly This is the last Thing I to you can say With such like Words he strove her angry Meen And fretted Soul t' appease and wept agen She turn'd her Head and on the Ground her Eyes She fixt no more concern'd at all he says Than might a Flint or th'hardest Stone that is At length she starts and to the shady Wood She swiftly passt where her Sichaeus stood Who Love for Love return'd in high degree And ne'ertheless Aeneas mov'd to see Her ill chance follows weeping all the way Thence he proceeds with Zeal the Fields to view For famous Warriors ' lotted There he knew Tydeus the fam'd Parthenopeus and Adrastus pale Ghost there he saw to stand The noble Trojans who in Battle sell He viewing all in order did bewail Glaucus Medon Thersilocus with these Antenor's three Sons and Polybetes The Priest of Ceres and Idaeus who His Arms and Chariot holds in 's Hand e'en now The crowding Souls on Right and Left surround With one sight of him not content they stand And fain would know why he came to their Land The Trojan Nobles and great Army there Of Agamemnon seeing him appear With Arms bright shining in the Shades began To quake with Fear and part of them to run As living they ran to their Ships some try'd To raise their low-still Voice and loud t' have cry'd And stood their Mouths all vainly gaping wide And here he saw Deiph'bus mangled sore His Face disfigur'd and his Body tore His Nose cut off his Ears his Hands that he Striving withal that none his Maims should see Thro' Shame could scarce be known But strait Aeneas calling him by 's Name thus said Valiant Deiphobus sprung of Troy's great Blood What cruel Man would use you in this sort Or whom would God permit to do 't I heard That you being wear'ed with the Slaughter great You made of Grecians in Troy's fatal night Dy'd on the Heap among the Crowd confus'd Then I my self a Mon'ment for you rais'd On Rhaetia's Coast and loudly thrice did call Your Ghost The Place your Name and Arms has still But Friend I could not see you and Interr In your own Country as 't was my desire Deiph'bus then on your part nothing's left Dear Friend you 've done my Ghost all Fun'ral right 'T was my Fate and Lacaena's Cruelty Brought on me this she left these Marks on me For as we pass't that last night in false Joys You know 't and can't but too well mind how 't was When th' Horse by Fate pass't o'er th' high Walls of Troy And armed Men in 's Bowels did convey She feigning Bacchus Feast to celebrate Led Trojan Women with her thro' the Street And bore her self a mighty Torch as chief And from a Tower the Greeks a Signal gave Then I with Labours tir'd requiring Rest Lay in my Bed with sound Sleep being opprest My exc'llent Wife this while my Arms convey'd From th' House and e'en the Sword lay at my Head Brings Menelaus in and ope's my Door Hoping 't is like his Kindness thus t'ensure And purge those Crimes she had incurr'd before In short in rusht the Greeks and with them came Vlysses much encouraging their Crime Which Heav'ns revenge if I may wish the same Now in return pray tell me what has brought You here alive Have stormy Seas it wrought Or God's Commands or what Chance might it be Which mov'd you these dark mournful Shades to While