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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
kingdom_n	king_n	know_v	word_n	1,874	5	3.7805	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A72345	Batrachomyomachia: or: The wonderfull and bloudy battell betweene frogs and mice The occasion of their falling out: their preparation, munition, and resolution for the warres: the severall combats of every person of worth, with many other memorable accidents. Interlaced with divers pithy and morall sentences, no lesse pleasant to be read, then profitable to be observed. Paraphrastically done into English heroycall verse, by William Fowldes, late one of the cursitors of his Majesties high Court of Chancery.; Battle of the frogs and mice. English.	Fowldes, William.; Homer, attributed name.	1634 (1634)	STC 13627; ESTC S122590	23,510	67

Nymphs are said to dwel That barbarisme and ignorance expell But under vaile deepe secrets doth unfold Though but a tale by wanton Ovid told By wanton Ovid heavenly Poesie Parden the rashnesse of my infant Muse That I a client to thy mysterie Should unadvisedly by that word abuse And terme him wanton did no folly use For though his Muse was wanton as he playned Yet Ovids life was chaste and never stayned Nor sung he alwayes in a wanton lay And penned pleasing ditties of blinde fire Of deeper matters much could Ovid say As he whose soaring spirit mounted higher Than ever Poet after could aspire And save the famous Homer chiefe of all * Semper Virgilium excipio The Prince of Poets may we Ovid call But neither Homer Ovid nor the rest That ever tasted * A fountaine of the Muses Aganippes spring Though but to write of fables they addrest Which to th'unskilfull no contentment bring But with such arte and knowledge did them sing That in their volumes scarce appeares one line Which to the learned doth not seeme divine No vice of youth no villany of age No lewd behaviour of each degree But in the secret myst'ries of the sage And grave instructions of philosophy Clad in the habit of sweet Poesie Is aptly couched in some pretty fable As well the learned to discusse are able And not alone are vices set to view And horrid plagues attending wickednesse But blessed vertue with the heavenly crew Which ever wayt upon her worthinesse By them are portrayed forth with comelinesse The meanest fable Poet e're did make May stand as mirrour for example sake For proofe whereof read but this little booke With understanding knowledge care and skill And thou shalt finde presented to thy looke Such wit and learning from the Authors quill Which under fine inventions meet thee still So pleasant obiects that occurre thine * The eyes of thy minde eyes As will thy soule with wonderment surprise And not alone shall pleasure thee awayte As thou perusest what I now present Here thou shalt have fit matter for each state If thou consider what hereby is ment Then thinke thy time herein not idly spent Ponder with iudgement what thou read'st at leysure So may thy profit equalize thy pleasure 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 OR The Battell betweene Frogs and Mice YE thrice three daughters of immortal Iove Boeotian nymphs of Helicons sweet spring Bright lamps of honor shining from above Where stil ye sit secure from envies sting Guiding the sterne of learnings sacred lore Vouchsafe to guide my pen I you implore Your sweet consent conform my tender brest While I adorne my verse as likes you best Deigne from your pleasant fountains of delight And ever-running Rivers of true skill Now to infuse sweet drops into my spright And heav'nly Nectar on my plants distill That they may grow like Bay which ever springs To bud the battels of two mighty Kings And all the world may know how strife did rise Betweene renowned Frogs and gallant Mise The antique deeds which wanton Ovid told To be perform'd by Gyants long agone When mighty hils together they inrold Thinking to pull the Thundrer from his throne Compared to these battels cannot be No more then brambles to the Caedar tree Whos 's lofty top dare check the heav'ns faire eye When at midday he sits in majestie In these approved souldiers of stern Mars Manhood or Mars himselfe may seeme to dwell For with such valour they endur'd the warres That horrid death their courage could not quell Stout resolution in their foreheads stood Fighting like valiant hearts amid their blood And this alas did cause the mortall strife Whereby so many gallants lost their life The Kings owne sonne a Mouce of royall state Next heire by birth apparent to the Crowne Toyled with travell flying from the Cat Vnto a pleasant brooke to drinke came downe Where couching low his body on the bank With great delight cold water there he dranke For though that gorged stomacks lothe strong drinke Thirst makes the King cold water wine to thinke But while the gentle and debonayre Mouce Bathed his lips within the chanell cleare Quaffing most neatly many a sweet carouse Along the gliding current did appeare * This was the King of Frogs A gallant Frog whose port and mounting pace Show'd him to be chiefe ruler in that place For as quicke sparkes disclose the fire to be So doth mans gesture show his majestie From forth the river like to liquid glasse The Frog ascends upon the waters brim And seeing where the Mouce lay on the grasse With nimble joynts he leapeth towards him And bending downe his fayre and yellow brest With kinde salutes he welcomes this new guest Beseeming well a Kings high dignitie And thus he spoke with solemne majesty Since that thou art a stranger gentle Mouse From whom dost thou derive thy pedigree Declare to me thy parents and the house Which have conceived such a progenie That if thy worth deserve with greater sway Vnto my pallace thee I might convay Where I with kingly presents will thee grace As shall befit thy vertues and my place And doubt not but we can confirme our word For know it 's spoken by a mighty King The onely Monarch of this running ford Which all the Frogs to my subjection bring My promise to performe I want no store My kingdome stretcheth out from shore to shore Scarce he deserves the title of a king That wanteth meanes t' accomplish any thing By birth I am a King borne to the Crowne And hold by right my rushie chayre of state Peleus my durty Sire great in renowne Of Queene Hydromedusa me begate She at the floud of Padus did me beare Whose head and cheeks did put her in great feare And that my name and person might agree Blowne-cheekt Physignathus she cleaped mee But since that valour in thy lookes doth dwell And Mars hath his abiding in thy face I thinke thy birth doth common Mice excell And thee descended from a higher place For majestie attends upon estate It cannot masked be nor change his gate Thy Lordly lookes thy royall birth proclaime Tell me thy country kindred and thy name The Mouce arising from the rivers brim Hearing the Frog speake with such Majestie With haughtie courage resaluteth him And thus replies with great audacitie * A bold answer to a King Wherefore desirest thou to know our birth Famous to gods above and men on earth The greatest Kesar and the country swaine Of our exployts and stratagems complaine I am the Prince * Prince Eate crumme Psicharpax which in field Dare meet a thousand crummes within the face All them encounter without speare or shield And bravely eate them up in little space Borne of Troxarta that redoubted king Of whose heroick acts the world doth ring Both rich and poore my valiant father dread With so great courage he devoures their bread * King Eate bread Lick-meale