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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
kingdom_n	people_n	power_n	see_v	1,799	5	3.3938	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A91633	A winding-sheet for the rebels at Westminster. A grave as deep as Hell for Fairfax and his Army. With a whip and a bell, for the Satanicall hyrelings of the Synod. / By W.R.	W. R.	1648 (1648)	Wing R102; Thomason E449_39	4,701	8

wherein your names must rot Quickly therefore put it on And sail to your perdition So farewell old Parliament now I come to you Sir Thomas Fairfax ô my Lord Fairfax I should have said or rather King Tom the Arch-Traytor of England and the Rake-shames under your command whom you lead about to murther and rob the people Vile villain whose name shall be an hissing to Posterity had it not beene better for thee to have made use of the opportunity which heaven once put into thy hands and have brought the King from Holdenby to London rather then have followed the luster of Cromwels nose and cheat him into the Isle of Wight didst thou not protest at New-market and St. Al-bones that thou wouldest use all meanes for the Kings restauration and that thou refusedst to disband thine Army on such pious grounds hadst not thou and Nol private conference with his Majesty and did you not pawne your Soules that nothing should be acted which should be thought prejudiciall to his Interest and yet afterward when you were reconciled to the Rebels who call themselves a Parliament did not act against him it seemes the Almighty would not permit you to wipe off your Staine but that as you had wickedly begun so you should trayterously persist to the end a hatchet may cure the one of the gowt and an halter send the other to hell And for you of the Army who tearme your selves Saints who are a mixt multitude a people of all Professions and of more religions to whom War is become a trade and who never mention Peace when you give thanks for your plundered diet we know you are the Scumme of your Nation you have fought seven yeares to dethrone your King now you are in Arms to inslave your selvs and your nation your cruelties and bloodie practises exceed all that ever wild fancie hath yet feigned while like unnaturall Sons you feed even upon the entrailes of your mother the Common-wealth of England do you know what you fight for I am confident if you did you would not have been so stupid as still to goe on in your unheard of outrages I will tell you you fight for to support their greatnes who are the most perfect atheists that ever were on earth who have ruinated and brought to nothing the most illustrious and flourishing Church that ever was since the primitive times who have no more conscience then Cannibals and no more piety then Patricides Religion is to them a meer Chimera and they hate purity as much as uniformity you fight for those who insatiately thirst for Christian blood and who make it their chief delight to murder and kill those that are Innocent Loyall you fight for those who implacably hate their dread Soveraign Lord King Charls the Lords anointed set over them by God● command and immediate appointment who is the most vertuous moderate wise just and incomparable Prince that ever was whose life they use all meanes to take away and would esteeme it their chief happinesse to wash their hands in the blood of him and his posterity you fight for them who are guilty of the blood of an hundred thousand Soules who lost their lives for the maintenance of their monstrous Rebellion you fight for those who would fain make themselves a Free and absolute State and that done to prey on all men without distinction to doom whom they will for vassailes and whom they will to death and that they may maintain their own luxurious riot and riot amongst their concubines will at their pleasures command your money and goods yea even to a penny and to conclude you fight for those who when they have accomplished their ends as I hope they shall never doe by your arme will turn you off and not owne you take an occasion to quarrell with you and turn you to grasse without a penny of your arreares or so much as thanks but I perceive that should I use the most moving Oratorie that it were possible to invent or should I give you never so many sollid arguments and unanswerably prove my assertions it were to asmuch purpose as if I should talke to mine own shadow you are tied to your desteny in inseperable cords and indeed it is but Iustice that you and they should fall together in a sure confidence whereof thus doe I dig your grave large enough here doubt it not to include an Army of such as you are the extent wherof is as wide as hell Come Treason murder Regecide And let Sedition be their guide Come lust Pride and ambition Schisme and Irreligion Dig deepe even as low as Hell Though you fright Pluto from his Cell 'T is done now Glemham Lucas and Langdale now in Westmorland Norwich Lunsford Capell Poyer Roborough Laughorn Powell Dier Thrust the Rogues into the pit The Kingdome sees and likes of it But now to the linsey woolsey Synod that compound of the jerkin and the gowne who preach blasphemy print heresie and talk Treason and yet have not had the power to doe it though their Directory taught the people to pray backwards and their Catechismes couzened them of their old creed was there ever such a conclave of ridiculous Rabbies as these are since the time that Pope Ione was elected who are so far from being a Synod of able and orthodox Divines duly lawfully called by the Bishops Governours of the Church that they are a thin conventicle of factious mercenaries whose trade it is to sooth up the Rebels in their impious undertakings and to prove all paradoxes out of holy writ for 4s. a day a company of owles who whoot nothing but Sedition and Barbarisme who honour Melvils precepts above the law of Moses and preferre Calvin before Austin desist desist ye Apostated Shavelings in the mean time give me leave or I will take it to shake over you this WHIP and BELL Grave Rabbies let 's have tother story Some new found nonsense Directory You 'l say the tother is enough 'T is truth unlesse 't were better stuffe Alas we know not how to pray By your long tail'd c. Lawne sleeves will make you vomit we Have out your Presbytery Degenerate who lie at lurch For to orethrow our famous Church Behold the Prelats must again Sit next unto their Soveraign Doe not you hear the Organs play See you not tapers burn by day All Ceremonies pure and holy Restor'd you laught at for your folly FINIS