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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
master_n	father_n	king_n	servant_n	3,226	4	6.7708	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A95557	Mad verse, sad verse, glad verse and bad verse. Cut out, and slenderly sticht together, by John Taylor. Who bids the reader either to like or dislike them, to commend them, or come mend them.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1644 (1644)	Wing T479; Thomason E46_13; ESTC R22802	4,745	9

MAD VERSE SAD VERSE GLAD VERSE and Bad VERSE Cut out and slenderly sticht together By JOHN TAYLOR Who bids the Reader either to like or dislike them to Commend them or Come Mend them May 10th Oxford 1644 I Weeping sing the maddest mad Rebellion That ever Story told or Tongue can tell ye on The Barbarous Wars of th' Heathen Gothes and Vandalls Did never make their names such Odious Scandalls The Turkes the Jewes the Canniballs and Tartars Ne're kept such wicked Rude unruly Quarters Jerusalems Eleazer Iohn and Simon Did ne're yeeld Poet baser stuffe to Rime on Not bloody Sylla or consuming Marius Into so many mischiefes could e're carry us The Roman and th' Jmperiall Guelphes and Gibellins Vnto our English Rebells are but Quiblins Not Munsters Iohn a Leyd or Knipperdoling Did ever use such Pilling and such Poleing Nor was their Cheating or their Hare-braind trouble like As ours rais'd by the faithlesse Faith call'd Publique The Royall twain Lancastrians and Yorkists Were ne're so mad as those Cornuted Forkists The Heard of all the Councell called Common Hath shewed such wisedome as was seen by no man And many of the Rich and Reverend Aldermen Saving their Beards in wit were never Balder-men The Citizens of all Trades poor taine Wedgeons Were hardly more in number then Religions That one may say of London what a Towne i st Is it quite Metamorphos'd and turn'd Brownist Or shivered into Sects alas how apt ist To be a Familist or Anabaptist And last of all and which of all the worst is To be Rebellious which of all accurst is The two pretended Houses at Westminster Have made a stirre as there hath never bin stirre To equall it and with Religions Mantle They Rifle England by patch piece and Cantle The Documents of Burton Prinne and Bastwick Inspires the People mindes and Braines fantastick Whilst the Committee close or close Committee Makes many Thousands sing a dolefull Dittie Where daily feares are stamp'd and new Coynd Iealousies For King and Kingdomes spoyle both Fire and Bellowes is Their Whirlegigges their Vanes and Haslerigges Whose wisedomes are approv'd like Tarletons lygges Mild-may that monster never be received That Judas like his Maisters trust deceived And let that Pye within the Oven be burned That ' gainst his Maker is a Rebell turned Let Say be lesse esteem'd then rotten Buckram And Holland scorn'd and stink like lousie Lockram May Deering a rare Gem a deare Ring be he And Circle turn'd at the Triangle Tree be And I may say of thee O London London What hath thy sword and shield thy Pike and Gun done O what hath many a Mothers wicked son done But made their Magazen of mischiefe London Thrice happy had it been for our Tranquillitie If th' Authors of this damned Incivilitie Had been a little checkt by Gregory Brandon With every one a Hempen twisted Band on Because I wrote some Pamphlets that were printed In hope thereby their madnesse might be stinted For which my kindnesse they were still ingratefull And every day with troubles fild my Pate full Abusing my sincere and good Intentions With foule prejudicate and false Inventions For since the time that first I understood men I ne're writ any thing to anger good men But I have lasht at Nose-wise Scripture Picklers At Separatists and lawlesse Conventicklers Who are this Kingdomes wasting Maledictions The Kings the Churches and the Lands Afflictions They said I was a Villaine and most fervent In Roguery for I was the Kings sworne Servant They did so farre detest me and abhorre me They caused a Messenger to be sent for me He used me kindly for which cause here I name The man a wonder and men call him Binehame He said mine Enemies were full of malice Wider from truth then Dover is from Callice Their fowle Complaints quoth he are scimble scamble Mere Froth and Vapour yet we two must amble Before the close Committees great Tribunall Whose Orders have put Order out of Tune all To Merchant-Taylors-Hall as I remember He brought me neare the ending of November The yeare of sixteene hundred forty and two Whereas false Accusations I did stand to Aethiopian Corbet Isaack high and mighty Look'd grim their very countenance would fright ye They charg'd me with such words that I had spoken Which had I spoke my Neck they would have broken That Pym Kimbolton Haslerigge Strode Hampden And Hollis Rebells which the learned Campden Nor Stow Howes Speed old Fabian Cooper Grafton In all their Chronicles they never left one For Teason with those six to be compared Or dar'd to do the like as they have dared They said I said those six a cursed Crew were That they to God King Kingdom never true were That they were Rogues and Theeves full of oppression Rebells and Traitors for which foul Transgression Because they all grew rich by Robbing others Made Sirelesse Sons So as Sirelesse Sonlesse Mothers By Rapine bringing Thousands unto Beggery For which they all deserv'd reward from Gregory These dangerous accusations I deny'd all My conscience knew that they from Truth were wide all And that my ' accusers that sought my disgrace there Not one of them did dare to show his face there Vpon which answer they did straight acquit me Yet to the Messenger they did Commit me But he spake for me I did humbly wooe them He said at any time I should come to them The honest Messenger gat me discharged And to the Tavern we went both enlarged Where I did give him thanks in Sack and Claret And for his paines had but a small fee for it My Rascall Enemies did dayly watch me And vow'd to do me mischiefe if they catch me To Murder me they many times way-laid me And near the Guild-Hall once had like t' have payd me For as my selfe and two more honest men was One Quart at three-tons Tavern drinking then was The cursed Crew more then six score to 'th hundred Did swear tha● Limb from Limb I should be sundred My friends and I Amaz'd did much admire on Wherefore the House so Rudely they Inviron But I perceiving t' was no time to dally Slipt through a smoke shop in t' a narrow Alley And so into a street men call Cat-Eaten And by that meanes scap'd more then being Beaten My Wife lay long sick many troubles prickt me Necessity did divers wayes Afflict me The King my Maister justly was offended And on his Service my Estate depended He and His Royall Queen my gracious Mistris Were driven from us His Servants left in distresse Where we poor fellows were despis'd and hated And to give Money ' gainst our Maister Rated But I with others crav'd to be excused Some give some gave not flatly I refused My King and 's Father gave me cloath and Wa●●● Which Motive sure His Servants all ingages But too too many a Rascall worse then Iudas Have given the Rebells Money like a Lewd Asse The generation of abhorred Vipers The Coyn-Collectors most