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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
religion_n	king_n	prince_n	subject_n	3,995	5	6.4954	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A68703	Philomythie, or, Philomythologie wherin outlandish birds, beasts, and fishes, are taught to speake true English plainely / by Tho: Scot ...	Scot, Tho. (Thomas), fl. 1605.	1622 (1622)	STC 21871; ESTC S1126	100,451	231

' Beasts loue for benefits for vertue Man VVHo guarded round about with Parthian bowes Or Spanish pikes or hedg'd and dikt with rowes Of sturdie Ianisaries or the shot Of hardy Swizzars or the valiant Scot● And after these with walles of steele and brasse Hemd in so close that scarce the ayre may passe Betwixt the cliffes is not so free from doubt As is that King whom loue doth guard about Whom subiects loue doth guard because that he Guards them from all oppression and makes free His noble fauourers to desert and worth Spreading his valiant vertues frankly forth That both his owne may finde and neighbors know What glorious fruit doth from religion grow How sweet an odor Iustice sends to heauen How rare example is to Princes giuen By vertuous deeds to stop the mouthes of those Who vnreform'de are reformations foes Such one sleepes safe within the armes of loue Diuine regard doth all his subiects moue To due obedience and with sacred awe Binds conscience with a stronger bond then lawe Such heauen informes whilst hell doth vndermine And spit● of darkest plots with grace diuine Doth hedge about that naked in the armes Of en●mies he is preseru'd from harmes They sleepe securely feed on holsome cates Angels their beds make cookes their delicates Giues Antidotes gainst poysons doth defend Gainst d●mned w●tches and their God the fiend No ●esuits at their elbowes can do hurt Nor t●oopes of Papists that their courts ingirt For God doth them in his blest armes inclose Safe though their chiefest fauourites were foes O happy then good Kings proceed ride on Grow vp in glory as you haue begun Ride on for truths sake looke on either hand how you are guarded with a heauenly band Of blessed spirits who shall lead you still ●n holy paths and guid● your steps from ill These being with you you shall boldly tread Vpon the Lyon and the Dragons head And trample danger vnderneath your feete As men tread stones or dirt within the street Which only spraids them your heauen-garded state ●s safer far then that of Mithridate The King of Pontus vnto whom befell VVhat strange aduenture in this tale I tell This King perceiuing well there was no band Of duty loue or nature could withstand The strong inticement of corrupting gold Or baser lust or humor ouerbold Or fond ambition which makes empty slaues Swim bladder borne vpon the floting waues Of false Opinion with the arme of pride Of borrowed power and ignorance beside But that these would peruert the faith they had And cause them after farther hopes run mad Did to preuent all this a guard prouide Of faithfull beasts whose strength had oft been tried A Bull a Horse a Hare the Captaines were Of this strong guard whose force did nothing feare But falshood and Ingra●itude and Treason From which they were as free as man from reason VVhy knowing more then beasts he should not hate As they doe to be treacherous and ingrate These three together being put to feed And sport themselues till there were farther need Of their knowne faith together long did dwell In peace and loue till on a time it fell That they with rest and ease full fed and fa● Had time to play to dally and to chat Then did the wanton Hart propound a course Betwixt himselfe and the couragious Horse The warlike Horse did dare the horned Bull To make one in the race who straight way full Of burning choller and adusted blood Bad cowards run hee for no footman stood T was meet for them that durst not stand it out To vse their heeles his heart was too too stout The angry Hart replies ther 's none of you But may to me as to your better bow I swifter then the Horse my feet can vse And for my head the Bull I le not refuse To combat with my courage I am sure Is like my strength as able to indure And doe as either of you dare or can And more I am esteemd by royall man Those Serpents which you run from I seeke forth And teare them with my teeth as nothing worth And as my life to man is sweet and pleasing So is my death each part some sorrow easing My hornes all mortall poyson can expell My marrow makes stiffe-ioynted misers well My fat yeelds strength and sweetnesse that fierce lad Achilles neuer other spoonemeat had Which made him such a Captaine euery part Is physicall and comforteth the heart Yea euen my excrements the dropsie cures My teares like precious Iewels man allures To seek them vp wheresoeuer they be shed My skin great Captaines weare when I am dead And boast that they haue such a coat of proofe Which wounds withstands whence venome stands aloofe Then why O baser creatures dare you brag And match your selues with the long liuing Stag My life is long cause I with cost am wrought But nature slights your liues as good for nought The crested Horse with fiery eyes did show What inward rage did in his hot blood flgw To heare this bold speech vttered and with head Tost in the ayre his hardned hoofes doth tread The scornd earth with contempt then thus breaks out O thou fearefull of all the rout Of hunted beasts how haps it that you dare With me your master and your Lord compare Forget ye my preheminence the loue Man beares me how one spirit seemes to mo●e Me and my rider that we start and run Stop turne trot amble as we were but one Haue you at any time been calld to war Where none but Captaines and great Souldiers are Trusted to heare their Councels on your backe Borne the Commander of that royall packe I haue done this and more borne him about Through worlds of danger and then borne him out He trusts me when his legs he dare not trust And when his hand faile them performe I must Nay when he failes himselfe in euery part I adde another life another heart In war I thus befriend him in his need And so in peace I helpe his wants to feed I till this land that else would barren be Beare all his carriage and am seldome free From some imploiment but must neere him stand As being fit and apt for his command If he to visit friends abroad doth fare I must along with him true friends we are If he intends to hunt such beasts as you For sport or hate or need he lets me know The time the place the end and we agree● I see the sport and hunt as well as he How often haue I seene some fearefull Hart Perhaps your ●ire at my dread presence start Fly hence with vtmost speed and neuer slacke His willing pace when I vpon my backe Bearing my noble master haue at length O'retane the lubber hauing lost his strength VVhilst I still foming courage breathing sprite Haue sought another conquest long ere night And after that a third vnwearied yet Yet you your selfe as Paralell will set To match and ouermatch

when sentence goes aw●y Where the hidden ground doth lie He kno●es if it be true or no The doubtfull witnesse sweares vnto● He markes the Iewrie and their leader And obserues the lying Pleader He notes the Councell what they doe And the Kings heart searcheth too HOw hatefull is this silence I haue stood Wishing expecting musing long who wou'd With honest thrift this faire aduantage take To fame himselfe for euer and to make This sencelesse age conceiue perhaps commend The good we now enioy not apprehend Time was Kings words were like to apples snatch'd From t' Hesper●des so obs●ru'd● so watch'de None ●●ffer'd to drop downe all highly prizde Preser●ed recorded apothegmatizde But now their words though Or●cle● to those Of former times though verse vnto their prose Are slighted by this lip-wise age of ours Whose rootles knowledge bears no fruits but flow'rs Where is the Man whose better fate admits Him place time meanes to heare the King of wits Discourse like Salomon of euery thing Begot betwixt the winter and the spring Determine euery doubt that doth arise Twixt heauen and earth the ●diot and the wise That doth for priuate vse or publike good Make knowne how Sab●-like he vnderstood And did not like the pictures waite for show To fill place only but to learne to know This man is yet no Courtier or at least No daily waiter scarce s●●ne at a feast Too poore and plaine to trauaile and bring backe The ●ongue and heart of treason he doth lacke A face t' outface his wants and doth bewr●y His ignorance in euery arrogant way He meanes good faith and speakes it though the lip Of censuring law his state and body stript Of coyne and eares and freedome it 's no crime To speake truth he thinks though 't be out of time He is no chamber Traytor from hell sent To v●dermine the Soules high Parliament He cannot candy poyson wants the waies To tickle truth to death with her owne praise He dares not weare a desperat● suite t' vndoe Himselfe a Mercer and a Taylor too And then make that the preface how to aske Towards his vnknowne losse in the last maske But such as can those Court-lie Mysteries Want time for this Themselues are histories Not easely learn'd t' will aske a perfect Man To read them daily o're do what he can And ere he learns by heart each attribute Appropriate to the body and the suite Himselfe growes old or a new-fashion springs Which shifts the Scene the forme and face of things Thus silk-worms spend their times schollers too Haue idle worke enough to turne them to Perhaps a paire of feete and a tongue stroue Who should walke fastest and most countries roue In fewest howers to smallest purpose these At length returne their trauailes finisht please To publish their fond Iournall But alasse Neither themselues nor their huge worke can passe Our presse vnpraisde O Courtiers thither hie Gallants Wits Poets Let your Muses flie Not to reforme or settle this light braine But render him more wilde Your selues shall gaine Much wonder by 't extol'd shall be your skill For writing well in ieast in ●●rnest ill Or if not this some other witty taske Staies your continuall leisures and doth aske Inke from your pens t'asperge deforme defile States and their instruments with libells vile No man must liue without your fawning praise Nor no man die without your rounddelaies Death maks you sport stroks which force the State Stagger and reele your humors eleuate Vice liuing is preferd to Vertue dead The present no time els is honored If you attend on Kings it 's to obserue Their imperfections where their frailties swerue In rash attempts or passionate words vnstaid From iuster rules their intemperate bloods once laide As if Kings were not men weake fraile and poore Like to their Subiects and subiected more As if at Rome whether you send this newes All there were Saints your Popes Court no stewes● As if that you a Patent had from Hell All things to say or doe but nothing well O! if you yet retaine a graine of that Which your high aimes would seeme to leuell at Or if no faith but that you Atheists be And nothing but vnhallow'd Reason see If but a sparke of that remaine intire Which you seeme to monopolize the fire Prometheus filch'd from lou● let that bright flame Kindle your zeales for selfe kings countries fame To vse those opportunities parts pl●ces Intelligences meanes friends fortunes graces You haue ' boue other for the publique good That we may vnderstand you vnderstood Learne Saba like to heare obserue report The good our Salomon speakes doth at Court Not Shemei like to slander curse deride Religions Nurse Arts glory vertues pride Bnt you contemne my admonition Goe Feed ●at for hell the place you co●et so And let my humble Muse applaud admire And celebrate he●uens grant to our desire Tell what thou seest and feel'st Ingratitude Receiues craues swallowes a whole multitude Of gifts and graces without thanks or cense And with dul silence beats heauens blessings hence● It is D●traction to conceale due praise When good related might more goodnesse raise It is not flattery to report truth well True glasses both our faults and fauours tell Here then receiue this one worke royall ●ames Which now reflects vpon thee and more fames This Church and ●ingdom then thy birth crown pen Or ●hat else makes thee the good King of men I sing thy Iustice whose cleere raies giues light To neighbour Princes in this ignorant night Of mistie error and corrupt Respect How to informe aright their intellect And hauing here on earth mongst Christian Kings And Pagans shone it mounts the winds swift wings Calming the sea bounding her ebs and tides And in her monthly change the moist Moone guides● Then sores vp higher and informes the Sunne How mongst the signes in an euen line to run How to make daies and nights and higher yet Mounts till it be in the first Mouer set Two warlike kingdomes linck't in happy peace When they beheld how common fewdes did ●●ase And saw how strongly blest that concord stands Where brethren ioyne first hearts and after hands Resolu'd that course turn'd matches into Maskes And reuelling tissues wore for massier Caskes Steeds traind for ready fight learnd now to peace And knew no foes but Buckes and Hares nor race But on smooth plaines for wagers or for sport Not for lou'd life where Campes lay lay the Court. Keene swords that bit the bone abated now Kist without making skars or help'd the plow To draw long furrowes on the fruitfull earth Least Peace should breeding teeth too fast breed dearth Blunt foiles were on sharpe pointed Rapiers set And so Lord Sanquier and poore Turner met They met to play there Sanqu●er lost an eie O Brittaine canst thou nothing further spie In this then his losse Looke vp now and see Securitie hath ta'ne an eye from thee Ill didst thou ward that blow

and Cate Vnder the ground and what new plots doe come bie did From hell or from hels Councel-chamber Rome And this and all els his blest hand reueales To his elect and with deliuerance seales Attend his pleasure then first we shall see Rome burne and all with Rome that lynked bee Then the whole world and that fire shall disclose Each truth each falshood and each cause of those Till then these waters doe but wash the slime Of Babel from this too indifferent time These petty fires kindle our loue and zeale Halfe-dead to King the Church cōmon-weale Affliction profits Strike vs Lord in loue Let thy milde hand each way our firme faith proue But let not Babel triumph in our fall Nor any that on Baal or Dag●n call ANTIDOTVM CECILLIANVM DEDICATED To the Common-wealth DEsert hath no true follower after death But En●y others flatter with their breath Jn vaine I sought particular Patrons they When life left greatnesse ran with life away Blood kindred friends forsooke him so 't was ●it We might haue doubted else his worth and wit Their compasse was too narrow to ●ield shade To him that both their rootes and fortu●es made But gentle England since he quiet gaue To thee by his cares giue his corps a graue And since his wisdome did renowne thy name Be thou a Sanctuary to his fame And since he gaue for thee his life and health Giue him protection thankefull Common wealth TO THE HONOVR of the illustrious Familie of the CECILLS deseruing of this Commmon-wealth all the Romane wreaths of triumph The memorable Pyramids of Egypt And all other Trophes of Eternitie AS by one mouer motion doth commence Euen from the Center to circumference So from one good Man many may arise Like-good like-apt like-faithfull and like-wise This now is verified The Cecills are Statesmen in time of p●ace Souldiers in warre Epicedium What needs thy Monument be rais'd What needs the Muses singthy worth What needs thy memory be prais'd Or what needs Art thy fame set forth Let Art time gold the Muse and Men Guild falshood folly ignorance Let them conspire gainst thee and then The more they shall thy worth aduance They worke write raile or praise to please But Truth giues vertue life not these Antidotum Cecillianum THESAVRVS INTVS Darius on a Graue stone found This Epitaph Who digs this ground Shall treasure finde The greedy King Dig'd there but found another thing Within was written Had'st not been A beastly-minded man I ween The harm●lesse bones of the deceast Had in their quiet tombes tane rest Who rips the coffins of the dead Finds same and honour thence are f●ed With life the Subiect of their Ire Stench onely stayes to pay their hire Worth hath his Epicedium sung By enuies shrill and slandrous tongue WHen this rich soule of thine now s●inted kept Her State on earth my humble Mu●● nere stept Out of that sweete content wherein shee dwelt To sing thy worth th' eff●cts wher● of we felt But now since death hath freedome giuen to thee To see thy scorne made others flatterie And that each mouse on the dead Lyon leaps And euery riming ●en forg'd matter heaps On thy bright frame casting their owne base durt Vpon thy honour'd hearse minding more hurt To thee then ` Death or He●● can doe I may And must be bold or sinne this truth to say Each euidence thy foes bring speakes thy praise For what can more thy fame and glory raise Then to be rail'd on by the worst of men● Such as like out-lawes liue not in the ken Of Iustice or communitie Base slaues Whose crimes sins make their own nest their graus T' was meet thy vertues eminent and hie Should not vn-en●ied liue vnslandred dye For then we might haue fear'd thou had●st not been So absolute a man now it is seen Euen by those many shadowes Enu● throwes That thy worth was substantiall and not showes De●rac●ion●s ●s perplext aud f●ies about Ouer a world of Acts to single out Some one or two in thy whole life to scan And proue by the what Death did thou wer't man Yet s●eing that past credit she descends To view thy body and her venom spends Not again●t it but nature which did shroud So great a sunne vnder so small a cloud But we that plainly see men sildome rise Though they be learn'd iudicious daring wise Except the body somewhat ●uites the minde And good cloathes sute the body too are blinde And mad with enuie if we yeeld not thee ●orth aboue thought who to that high degree Rose through the eminent parts of thy blest soule Aboue contempt disgrace scorne or controule Nature did recompence thy want of clay With heauenly fire thy body could not stay Thy acti●e soule heere longer t' was too light A clog to keepe from Hean●n so strong a spright Well might thy body be a soule to those Whose more grosse earthen soules did late compose Blacke libels gainst thy fame and rak'd so low Into thy purged excrements to know What foule disease durst kill thee and then found Many were guilty for it could not sound They thought like truth that one disease slue thee When they hauing all yet scape to Deddick free By this they shew that whatsoe're we thinke They know all these diseases by th' instinck They are familiar with them and of kin To their first causes of being deadly sinne And of the elders house too For the diuell Chiefe libeller formes all degrees of euill And like good boies of his these labour too More then disease or Death or Hell can doe To kill the soule and to bely a fame Which laughes to scorn all scorn shames all shame You that stand next the helme and thinkey're free From their sharpe viperous tongues it cannot be If death comes these Rauens follow and perchance Time fauouring their desires th'eile leade the d●nce And raile at you too T is not you they hate But our blest King Religion and the State And if which God forefend so stood the time Y 'ould see they could do worse then they can rime Now I haue throwne my selfe into the way To meete their rage and if I can to stay Their dog-like malice rather on my head Then suffer it pollute and wrong the dead If they alledge I giue him more then due You know their custome they cannot speake true But if they say I gaue him lesse their spite Shewes neither I nor they can do him right Antidotum Cecillianum OPPORTVNE TIBI IN TEMPESTIVE NOBIS The Sunne past by degrees those signes Which to his sotherne seate inclines And now in Leo sate aloft The s●eating labourer bans him ost The Shepheard melts and ore the Plaine His new shorne-sheepe seeke shades in vaine The Marchant Sea man euery T●ade They say by him are Banckrupt made He heares it and at height of noone Hides his bright beames behinde the Moone They sadly know that d●th presage Dearth death