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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
religion_n	england_n	king_n	kingdom_n	4,625	5	5.7154	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A84314	An elegie on the death of that most noble and heroick knight, Sir Charles Lucas governour of Colchester, and generall of the Essexian forces, who was murthered by the excellent rebell Fairfax, the day on which Colchester was surrendered, August 27. 1648.		1648 (1648)	Wing E392; Thomason 669.f.13[15]; ESTC R210902	1,552	1

AN ELEGIE On the Death of that most Noble and Heroick KNIGHT SIR CHARLES LVCAS Governour of Colchester and Generall of the Essexian Forces who was Murthered by the Excellent Rebell Fairfax the day on which Colchester was Surrendered August 27. 1648. I Cannot weepe their Ponniards that doe fall My eyes refuse to drop but were my gall Transparant all might see a bitter flood Wafting my soul away with Lucas blood Though but a Rivelet more strong then Nile The Loyall Blood that flow'd from him and Lile Like a huge torrent beares Rebellion downe To Carisbrooke conveighing Charles his Crowne Have all the Gods sign'd Edicts unto Mars And covenanted for perpetuall Warres That we must wade in Blood and dive in Gore And all for lesse then for a Spartan Whore Menalaus fought 'gainst Illium for a face We boar each other but to win disgrace A square Cap pair of Linnen Sleeves and Hood Drawes Swords swels Battailes and destroyes all Good Say ye slie Sophisters whose Votes are Acts Who plow up Pluto's mansion with your Facts Who Flaunt in Gawdy Tryumph feeding hie Lucullus-like to heighten Luxurie Whom tumble on your Yvorie Beds whose will For to Act mischief doth surpasse your skill Whose madnesse make you Antick such as they Who tast the bite of the Tarantula Must Brittaine's Caesar be a Monk for ever An Anchorite Manumited never Whiles Hammond's worship feeds Him with a bit Sometimes a knock if he remember it While you his gracious Masters think it meet To tosse to Aire three Kingdomes with your feet Dam'd Nero like minding your Sports and Games While Ireland swallowed by devouring Flames And England though by Mulciber not burn'd Yet by your Jarring to a Chaos turn'd The fierie Anabaptist is in Fight Perpetually with the cold Adamite The hardy Independent doth make War Against the easie natur'd Presbyter And both of them fight jointly with the Arian Against the truly good Episcoparian Whiles that Religion with Astraea's gon For to seek out some safer mansion 'T is so you have agreed still Kings to be Although you crack the Kingdom's Axeltree 'T will break if you sit long mean time all those That love their Soveraign are the Kingdomes foes Strange Paradoxes these that those must die As Traytors who graspe steel for Soveraigntie And those who drench their Swords in Loyall Blood Are the sole seekers of the Kingdomes good Some Sphinx salve this Aenigma unto me And by the Gods I will a Rebell be But all my Faith although conjoyned in one Cannot perswade me 't is Religion To murther pious Kings to Plunder lie And to grow Great by Blood and Treacherie To fat my self augmenting others woes Selling the needy for a pair of shoes Pim's spectacles with a Geneva Print Although fresh coin'd in learned Calvins Mint Must not so tame my sense but that I 'le sweare There 's no true Subject save the Cavaliere But you most mighty Monsters who out-vie The strange man-eating Anthropophagi With Cataline have sworn to Levell all To your distinction Diabolicall Was 't not enough ye Vipers that ye flew Tomkins and Challoner in open veiw Suckt Bourchers blood and took great Burleighs breath By Wild Steel Steel and Wild betrai'd to Death Against the course and current of the Lawes Which doomes to Death your curst Rebellious Cause That you this seven yeares whil'st none controules Have quafft our purple Blood in mazor Bowles But to conclude your cruelties immense In butchering true spotlesse Innocence Wounding faire Truth and dooming Zeale to die By murthering Lucas for his Loyaltie Whose worthy farewell challengeth applause Though dead be yet survives Fame pleades the Cause Falne in his middle Age but what of that He fell full ripe snatcht by the hand of Fate Goodnesse doth measure Age I le cease to moane He lived long although he dy'd so soone When Fates impartiall hand shall summon me It will increase my joy to visit Thee Blame not the THREE for this sad fate They doe Consume themselves in teares as well as you They had resolv'd upon the common Stage He should have Acted out old Nestors age But Jove would have him neere him and decreed He by the hands of Perjur'd slaves should bleed No other way there was for him to come With happy speed to blest Elizium Where next Jehovah's Throne he now doth sit Beholds the Rebels Acts and smiles at it Knowing at last they shall receive their Hire With Cataline in never dying Fire FINIS