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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
justice_n	common_a	knight_n	sir_n	5,123	5	7.1353	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A29223	Astraea's tears an elegie vpon the death of that reverend, learned and honest judge, Sir Richard Hutton, Knight.	Brathwaite, Richard, 1588?-1673.	1641 (1641)	Wing B4256; ESTC R24219	23,562	109

ASTRAEA'S TEARES AN ELEGIE Vpon the death of that Reverend Learned and Honest Judge Sir RICHARD HUTTON Knight Lately one of his Maiesties Iustices in his Highnesse Court of Common Plees at Westminster LONDON Printed by T. H. for Philip Nevil and are to be sold at his Shop in Ivie Lane at the signe of the Gun 1641. To my worthily-accomplished and most endeared Cosin SIR RICHARD HUTTON Knight SIr here receive these Obit-teares of Ours While Native Love and Duty nourish Yours Let us then joyne our Funerall Odes in One His dearest God-sonne with his Eldest Sonne Though Heires in such like Teares doe seldom share I 'm sure true Tears streame from your Fathers Heire Excuse me Sir that these come forth so late They come too soone by ' Voice and Vote o th' State To my truly-esteemed and highlyrespected Cosin THOMAS HUTTON Esquire A Member of the Honourable Society of Grais-Inne TO you though younger yet the same in blood Send I this p●…tterne of parentall good Wh●…se imitation shall you more advance Then Fortunes portion or Inheritance For those to Meales of worthlesse mindes are given Where these Li●…es ●…halke you out your way to heaven Whose lineall-lustre if you doe not smother Makes you Corrivall with your Elder Brother Whom as I live I love and in him you This shall my Muse in richest raptures shew While Memory o're your dead Father reares A Shrine bedewed with Astraeas Teares TO THE PIOUS MEMORY of Sir RICHARD HUTTON Knight And lately One of his Majesties Justices of his Highnesse Court of COMMON PLEES at Westminster AN ELEGIE GReat Aescul●…pius hadst thou none to kill But Britaines grave Hortensius with a pill Hippocrates his Maxim never ment On Goodmens lives to make experiment But on indulgent patients who did breath Lesse spirit in their life then in their death For their inglorious Ev'nings could forbid Others to doe ought lesse then what they did Tell me O tell me who could with his eye Survey a gracefull-usefull Nurcerie S●…ored with various plants that might besit Their Masters turne for Shade or Bene●…it And in this Seminarie to cut downe An humble mounting Tamrick though 〈◊〉 Whose very Site might prove him to be made A Grace for some to other plants a Shade Injurious Fate if I may justly call That Fate unjust which is impartiall Why wouldst thou not in this vast wildernesse Where every worldling seemes to interesse His sole imployments as no place but here Were th Na●…ive soile whereto he must adhere Cull out such rotten and worme-eaten trees Who keep a place but promise no increase Some might thy subtile eye have quickly found C●…ock'd or with swelling bunches to abound Others so sweangely 〈◊〉 ' d 't were hard to know By their loose-dangling tops what way they grow Others so freely spreading as their root Takes so much ground it holds all others out Others Time-statis●…s scorning to incline To any compleat humour but of Time Others like Sprigges from th' Phoenix ashes bred Fix on that Sun by whom they 'r nourished From which should thousand motes like atomes rise They'd vow them beames darted from Phoebus eyes And coulds't chuse none of these to make a dish For hungry wormes and close a Subjects wish These doe no good they trouble but the earth By making goodnesse labour of a dearth But say Grand-Artizan of pick and spade If thou in purple hast desire to trade Traverse thy ground thou canst not safely erre But finde Intelligencers ev'ry where Here maist thou finde a Coelius one of might Who pleads worse with his le●…t hand then his right A Critick Con●…ull who Records can tax And make the Law a very nose of wax Neat-glorious Glosses can his Art finde out Either to raise or reconcile a doubt And with such confidence as if this man Were held the Ages sole Iustinian Yet of his reasons he no ground can gather Unlesse he lye them on an unknown father Hows'ere his weake Assertions are held good And long-approv'd e're they be understood But th' Reason why he beares such high command Is this Hee 's great for whom he seemes to stand There a loose-liv'd-licentious Appius Who woo's his mistresse with a rev'rend busse A purple-prostitute that hides this mo●…e With gravity and colour of his coat Yet who should see this uselesse Trunk would sweare His age had made him fitter for a Beare Then amorous embraces and this grave Grave-sinking Patriot must his Doxie have Who in her active postures is so pliant She feeds on him as he did on his Chent There a sweet-sented Flavius who could spe●… More Tully in steletting of his peak●… Or twirling his Mouchato's then those low Declining dr●…ssie Groundlings ●…'re could doe Flowers of selected phrases spring by nature While matter must serve words not words the matter No aire sounds unasfected which imparts More musick to our eares then to our ●…earts Yet though his tongue be smooth his body small Within he stores huge Magazins of gall Which raise in him such indigested pas●…ion As if styles of disgrace were all in fashion Were not this Bird in earnest tell me Fa●…e F●…rre sitter for thy Cage then for our State Surely I think it would availe thee much His moving tongue and eloquence is such To have him for thine Orator to draw Poore Morta●… to submit them to thy law And though he hold himselfe for Death unfit He might move others to encounter it There a word scattering P●…theas who asfords A drop of reason ●…or a sea of words Of numerous discourse and so well fraught As he speakes more then ever he was taught And in those conscript Magisteriall Seats A Chaos too of Cases he repeats How properly I meane not to debate Hows●…ere it argues a retentive pate Thus Aristippus findes stones set on stones Senselesse of widowes teares or orphanes moanes THESE eye the Clock and measure out the day In numbring houres not hearing what men say What rich enamel'd Shadowes Fate are these Who fat themselves to foster a disease These suck full fortunes from a Gooses quill By setting of their Names unto a Bill Which as they seldome doe if they read o're They are no wiser then they were before But a Gramm'd purse can never knowledge want 'T is want of meanes displaies the ignorant There a corrupt Sysambris who would win A pretious Bribe with losing of his skin There a Turinus who in ev'ry nook Deludes poore people with the sale of smook These Chymicall Impostors from grosse mold Extract th' Elixir of refined gold And never surfet till their mouthes be fill'd With that rich gravell their injustice pill'd For as the Horseleach crieth still more more So they desire new measure to their store Which like 〈◊〉 bowels swell so fast As they consume their owners lungs at last Now tell me Fate wer 't thou enjoyn'd to steale This pretious treasure from our Common-weale And spare impurer mettals soild with ru●… Who ●…y a shame upon their