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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	child_n	good_a	love_v	6,316	5	6.3785	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03168	A dialogue conteinyng the nomber in effect of all the prouerbes in the englishe tongue compacte in a matter concernyng two maner of mariages, made and set foorth by Iohn̄ Heywood.	Heywood, John, 1497?-1580?	1546 (1546)	STC 13291; ESTC S106104	47,672	94

rose on your right syde here ryght And might haue gon further and haue faren wurs I wote well I might quoth he for the purs But ye be a baby of Belsabubs bowre Content ye quoth she take the swete with the sowre Fancy may boult bran and make ye take it flowre It will not be quoth he shulde I dy this houre While this fayre flowre flourisheth thus in myne iye Yes it might quoth she and here this reason why Snowe is white and euery man lets it lye And lieth in the dike and euery man lets it lye Pepper is blacke And euery man doth it bye And hath a good smacke And euery man doth it bye Mylke quoth he is white but all men know it good meate And lyeth not in the dyke but all men know it good meate Inke is all blacke No man will it drynke nor eate And hath an yll smacke No man will it drynke nor eate Thy ryme quoth he is muche elder than myne But myne beyng newer is trewer than thyne Thou likenest now for a vayne auauntage White snow to fayre youth black pepper to foule age Whiche are placed out of place here by rood Black ynke is as yl meate as black pepper is good And white mylke as good meat as white snow is yll But a milk snow whit smoth yōg skin who chāge wil For a pepper ynke blacke rough olde riueld face Though chaunge be no robbry for the changed case Yet shall that chaunge rob the changer of his wyt For who this case sercheth shall soone see in yt That as well agreeth thy comparison in these As a lyke to compare in taste chalke and chese Or a like in colour to deme ynke and chalke Walk drab walke Nay quoth she walk knaue walk Saieth that terme How be it syr I saie not so And best we laie a strawe here and euen there who Orels this geare wyll brede a pad in the strawe If ye hale this waie I will an other waie drawe Here is god in thambry quoth I Quoth he naie Here is the deuill in thorologe ye maie saie Sens this quoth I rather brīgeth bale than boote Wrap it in the clothe and treade it vnder foote Ye harpe on the stryng that giueth no melody Your tongs ron before your wits by seynt Antony Mark ye how she hitteth me on the thūbs quoth he And ye taunt me tyt ouer thumb quoth she Sens tyt for tat quoth I on euen hand is set Set the hares head agaynst the goose ieblet She is quoth he bent to fo rs you perfors To know that the grey mare is the better hors She chopth logyk to put me to my clargy She hath one poynte of a good hauke she is hardy But wyfe the first poynte of hawkyng is holde fast And holde ye fast I red you lest ye be cast In your own tourne Nay she will tourne the leafe And rather quoth I take as falth in the sheafe At your hands and let fall her hold than be to bold Nay I will spit in my hands and take better hold He quoth she that will be angry without cause Muste be at one without amends by sage sawes Treade a worme on the tayle it must turne agayne He taketh pepper in the nose that I complayne Vpon his fautes my selfe beyng fautlesse But that shall not stop my mouth ye maie well gesse Well quoth I to muche of one thyng is not good Leaue of this Be it quoth he falle we to our food But suffrance is no quittance in this dayment No quoth she nor mysrecknyng is no paiement But euen recknyng maketh long freends my freend For alwaie owne is owne at the recknyngs eend This recknyng thus reckned and dyner ons doone We three from theim twayn departed very soone ¶ The fyfte chapiter THis olde woman the next daie after this nyght Stale home to me secretely as she myght To talke with me in secret counsell she sayed Of thyngs whiche in no wyse myght be bewrayed We twayne are one to many quoth I for men saie Three maie keepe a counsell if two be awaie But all that ye speake vnmete agayne to tell I will saie nought but mum and mum is counsell Well than quoth she herein auoydyng all feares Auoyd your children smal pitchers haue wide eares Whiche done she saied I haue a husband ye know Whom I made of nought as the thīg self doth show And for these two causes onely hym I tooke Fyrst that he for my loue shulde louyngly looke In all kyndes of cause that loue ingender myght To loue and cheryshe me by daie and by nyght Secondly the substance whiche I to hym brought He rather should augment than bryng to nought But now my good shall bothe be spent ye shall see And it in spendyng soole instrument shall bee Of my distruction by spendyng it on suche As shall make hym distroie me I feare this muche He maketh hauok and setteth cocke on the hoope He is so laueis the stocke begynneth to droope And as for gayne is deade and laied in tumbe Whan he should get ought eche fynger is a thumbe Eche of his ioyntes agaynst other iustles As handsomly as a beare picketh muscles He maketh his martes with marchantes lykely To bryng a shillyng to nyne pence quickely Flattryng knaues queans a sort beyond the mark Hang on his sleue many hands make light wark If he holde on a whyle as he begyns We shall se hym proue a marchant of eele skyns A marchaunt without either money or ware But all be bugs words that I speake to spare Better spare at brym than at bottom saie I Euer spare and euer bare saieth he by and by Spend god shall sende saith he saith thold balet What sendth he saie I a staffe and a wallet Than vp goth his staffe to sende me a loufe He is at thre words vp in the house roufe He hath a nest of chekyns whiche he dothe brood That wil sure make his heare grow thorow his hood And herein to grow quoth she to conclusyon I pray your ayde to auoyd this confusion And for counsell herein I thought to haue gon To that cunnyng man our curate sir Iohn̄ But this kept me back I haue herd now and then The greattest clerks be not all the wisest men I thynk quoth I who euer that terme began Was neither great clerke nor the greatest wise man In your rennyng from hym to me ye roon Out of gods blissyng in to the warme soon Where the blind ledth the blinde both fall in the dike And blinde be we both if we thynke vs his lyke Folke show muche foly whan thyngs shuld be sped To ren to the foote that may go to the hed Syns he best can and most ought to do it I feare not but he will if ye will woo it There is one let quoth she mo then I spake on My husband and he be so great that the ton Can not pisse but the tother must let a

bale is hekst boote is next Though euery man maie not syt in the chayre Yet alway the grace of god is woorth a fayre Take no thought in no case god is where he was But put case in pouertee all your lyfe pas Yet pouertee and poore degree taken well Feedth on this he that neuer clymbde neuer fell And som case at some tyme shewth preefe somwheare That riches bryngth ofte harme and euer feare Where pouertee passeth without grudge of greefe What man the begger may syng before the theefe And who can syng so mery a note As maie he that can not chaunge a grote Ye quoth he beggers may syng before theeues And wepe before true men lamentyng their greeues Some saie and I feele hungre perseth stone wall Meate nor yet money to bye meate withall Haue I not so muche as maie hungar defende Fro my wyfe and me Well quoth I god will sende Tyme to prouide for tyme right well ye shall se God sende that prouision in tyme saied he And thus semyng welny wery of his lyfe The pore wretche went to his like pore wretchid wife And after this a monthe or somwhat lesse Theyr landlorde came to theyr howse to take a stresse For rent to haue kept bayard in the stable But that to wyn any power was vnable For though it be yll playing with short daggers Which meaneth that euery wise man staggers In earnest or boorde to be busy or bolde With his biggers or betters yet this is tolde Where as nothyng is the kyng must lose his ryght And thus kyng or keyser must haue set them quyght But warnyng to departe thens they nedyd none For er the next day the byrds were flowne eche one To seke seruyce of which where the man was sped The wyfe could not spede but maugre her hed She must seke els where for either there or ny Seruice for any suite she none could espy All folk thought them not onely to lyther To lynger both in one house to gyther But also dwellyng ny vnder theyr wyngs Vnder theyr noses they myght conuey thyngs Suche as were nother to heuy nor to whot More in a month then they theyr master got In a whole yere Wherto folke further weying Receite eche of other in their conueying Myght be worst of all For this prouerbe preeues Where be no receyuers there be no theeues Such hap here hapt that cōmon drede of such gyles Droue them and kepeth them asonder many myles Thus though loue decree departure death to be Yet pouertee parteth felowshyp we see And dothe those two trewe louers so disseuer That meete shall they seldwhan or haply neuer And thus by loue without regarde of lyuyng These twayn haue wrought eche others yll cheuyng And loue hath so lost them the loue of theyr freends That I thinke theim lost and thus this tale eends The .xiii. chapiter AH sir said my frēd whan men will needs mary I see nowe howe wisedom and haste may vary Namely where they wed for loue all togyther I wold for no good but I had come hyther Swete beautee with soure beggery naye I am gon To the welthy wythred wydow by seynt Iohn What yet in all haste quoth I ye quoth he For she hath substaunce ynough and ye se That lack is the losse of these two yong fooles Know ye not quoth I that after wyse mēs schooles A man shold here all parts er he iudge any Why axe ye that quoth he for this quoth I. I tolde you when I this began that I wolde Tell you of two couples and I hauyng tolde But of the tone ye be streyght startyng awey As I of the tother had ryght nought to sey Or as your selfe of them ryght nought wold here Nay not all so quoth he but syns I thynk clere There can no way appere so paynfull a lyfe Betwene your yong neybour his olde ryche wyfe As this tale in this yong poore couple doth showe And that the moste good or leste yll ye knowe To take at end I was at begynnyng bent With thanks for this your more payne to preuent Without any more matter now reuolued I take this matter here clerely resolued And that ye herein awarde me to forsake Beggerly beautee riuyld ryches take That 's iust if the half shall iudge the whole quoth I But yet here the whole the whole wholly to try To it quoth he than I praie you by and by We will dine fyrst quoth I for it is noone hy We maie as wel quoth he dine whan this is doone The longer forenoone the shorter after noone All comth to one and therby men haue gest Alwaie the longer east the shorter west We haue had quoth I before ye cam and syn Weather meete to sette paddocks abroode in Rayn more thā enough whā al shrews haue dynd Chaunge from foule wether to faire is oft inclind And all the shrews in this parte sauyng one wife That must dine with vs haue dind peyn of my life Now if good chaunge of yll wether be dependyng Vpon her diet what wer myne offendyng To kepe the woman any longer fastyng If ye quoth he set all this farre castyng For common wealth ▪ as it appereth a clere case Reason wold your will shuld and shall take place ¶ Thus endeth the fyrst parte The seconde parte The fyrst chapiter DIners can not be long where deyntees want Where coin is not cōmon cōmons must be scant In poste pace we past from potage to cheese And yet this man cryde alas what tyme we leese He wolde not leat vs pause after our repaste But aparte he pluckt me streight and in all haste As I of this poore yong man and poore yong mayd Or more poore yong wife the forsaid words had said So praieth he me now the processe maie be tolde Betwene the other yong man and riche widow olde If ye lacke that quoth I awaie ye must wynde With your holle errand and half thanswer behynde Which thing to do sens haste therto shewth you loth And to haste your goyng the daie awaie goth And that tyme loste agayne we can not wyn Without more losse of tyme this tale I begyn In this late old wydow and than old new wyfe Age and appetite fell at a strong stryfe Hir lust was as yong as hir lyms were olde The daie of hir weddyng lyke one to be solde She set out her selfe in fine aparell She was made like a beere pot or a barell A croked hoked nose beetyll browde bleare eyde Many men wishte for beautifying that bryde Hir waste to be gyrd in and for a boone grace Some well fauourd visor on hir yll fauourd face But with visorlike visage suche as it was She smyrkd and she smylde but so lisped this las That folke might haue thought it done onely alone Of wantonnesse had not her teeth been gone Vpryght as a candell standeth in a soket Stoode she that daie so sympre de coket Of auncient fathers