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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
sense_n	wit_n	world_n	worth_a	19	3	7.1181	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B09895	Artemisa to Cloe. A letter from a lady in the tovvn to a lady in the country; concerning the loves of the tovvn: / by a person of quality.	Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of, 1647-1680.	1679 (1679)	Wing R1740A; ESTC R182830	4,317	8

the help of Sence Could ne'r have rise to such an Excellence Nature's as lame in making a true Fop As a Philosopher the very top And Dignity of Folly we attain By curious search and labour of the Brain By Observation Counsel and deep Thought God never made a Coxcomb worth a Groat VVe owe that Name to Industry and Arts An Eminent Fool must be a Fool of Parts And such an one was she who had turn'd o're As many Books as Men lov'd much read more Had a discerning Wit to her was known Every one's Fault and Merit but her own All the good Qualities that ever bless't A Woman so distinguisht from the rest Except Discretion onely she possest And now Monsieur dear Pugg she cries adieu And the Discourse broke off does thus renew You Smile too see me whom the World perchance Mistakes to have some Wit so far advance The Interest of Fools that I approve Their Merit more than Men's of Wit in love But in our Sex too many Proofs there are Of such whom Wits undo and Fools repair This in my time was so receiv'd a Rule Hardly a Wench in Town but had her Fool The meanest common Slut who long was grown The Jest and Scorn of every Pit Buffoon Had yet left Charms enough to have subdu'd Some Fopp or other fond to be thought lewd Foster could make an Irish Lord a Nokes And Betty Morris had her City Cokes A Woman 's nere so ruin'd but she can Be still reveng'd on her Undoer Man How lost so e're she 'll find some Lover more A lewd abandon'd Fool then she 's a Whore That wretched Thing Corinna who had run Through all the several Wayes of being undone Cozen'd at first by Love and living then By turning the too dear bought Trick on Men Gay were the Hours and Wing'd with Joy they flew When first the Town her early Beauty knew Courted admir'd and lov'd with Presents fed Youth in her Looks and Pleasure in her Bed Till Fate or her ill Angel thought it fit To make her dote upon a Man of Wit Who found 't was dull to love above a Day Made his ill-natur'd Jest and went away Now scorn'd by all forsaken and oppress 't She 's a Memento mori to the Rest Diseas'd decay'd to take up Half a Crown Must Mortgage her long Scarff and Manto Gown Poor Creature who unheard of as a Flie In some dark Hole must all the Winter lie And Want and Dirt endure a whole half Year That for one Month She Tawdry may appear In Easter Term She gets her a new Gown When my young Masters Worship comes to Town From Pedagog and Mother just set free The Heir and Hopes of a great Family Who with strong Ale and Beef the Country Rules And ever since the Conquest have been Fools And now with careful Prospect to maintain This Character lest crossing of the Strain Should mend the Booby-breed his Friends provide A Cousin of his own for his fair Bride And thus set out With an Estate no Wit and a young Wife The solid Comforts of a Coxcombs life Dung-hill and Pease forsook he comes to Town Turns Spark learns to be lewd and is undone Nothing sutes worse with Vice than want of Sence Fools are still wicked at their own Expence This o'r grown School-Boy lost Corinna wins And at first dash to make an Ass begins Pretends to like a Man who has not known The Vanities nor Vices of the Town Fresh in his Youth and faithful in his Love Eager of Joys which he does seldom prove Healthful and Strong he does no Pains indure But what the Fair One he adores can cure Grateful for Favours does the Sex esteem And Libels none for being kind to him Then of the Lewdness of the Town complains Rails at the Wits and Atheists and maintains 'T is better than good Sence than Power than Wealth To have alone untainted Youth and Health The unbred Puppey who had never seen A Creature look so Gay or talk so Fine Believes then falls in Love and then in Debt Mortgages all even to the Ancient Seat To buy his Mistress a new House for Life To give her Plate and Jewels robs his Wife And when to th' height of Fondness he is grown 'T is time to poyson him and all 's Her own Thus meeting in her Common Arms his Fate He leaves her Bastard-Heir to his Estate And as the Race of such an Owl deserves His own dull lawful Progeny he starves Nature who never made a thing in vain But do's each Insect for some end ordain Wisely contriv'd kind-keeping Fools no doubt To patch up Vices Men of Wit wear out Thus she ran on two Hours some Grains of Sence Mixt with whole Vollies of Impertinence But now 't is time I should some pitty show To Cloe since I cannot choose but know Readers must Reap the Dulness Writers Sow By the next Post such Stories I will tell As joyn'd with these shall to a Volume swell As True as Heaven more Infamous than Hell But now you 're tyr'd and so am I. Farewell FINIS

Artemisa to Cloe. A LETTER FROM A LADY IN THE TOVVN TO A LADY IN THE COUNTRY CONCERNING The Loves OF THE TOVVN BY A PERSON of QVALITY LONDON Printed for William Leach at the Sign of the Crown in Cornhil M.DC.LXXIX Artemisa to Cloe. CLOE in VERSE by your Command I Write Shortly you 'll bid me ride a-stride and Fight Such Talents better with our SEX agree Than lofty flights of dangerous Poetry Amongst the Men I mean the Men of Wit At least they pass'd for such before they writ How many bold Adventurers for the Baies Proudly designing large Returns of Praise Who durst that Stormy Path-less World Explore Were soon toss'd back and wrackt on the dull Shore Broke of that little Stock they had before How would a Womans tottering Bark be toss'd Where stoutest Ships the Men of War are lost When I reflect on this I straight grow wise And my own self I gravely thus advise Dear Artemisa Poetry's a Snare Bedlam has many Mansions have a Care Your Muse directs you makes your Reader sad You fancy y' are inspir'd he thinks you mad Consider too 't will be discreetly done To make your self the Fiddle of the Town To find th' ill-humour'd Pleasure at their need Scorn'd if you fail and Curss'd if you succeed Yet like an arrant Woman as I am No sooner well convinc'd Writing's a shame That Whore is scarce a more reproachful Name Than Poetess As Men that Marry or as Maids that Woo Cause 't is the very worst thing they can do Pleas'd with the Contradiction and the Sin Methinks I stand on Thorns till I begin You expect to hear at least what Loves have past In this lewd Town since you and I meet last What Change hath hapned of Intrigues and whether The old Ones last or who and who 's together But how my Dearest Cloe shall I set My Pen to write what I would fain forget Or name that lost thing LOVE without a Tear Since so Debauch'd by ill-bred Customs here LOVE the most Generous Passion of the Mind The softest Refuge Innocence can find The safe Director of unguided Youth Fraught with kind Wishes and secur'd by Truth That Cordial Drop Heaven in our Cup has thrown To make the Nauceous Draught of Life go down On which one onely Blessing God might Raise In Lands of Atheists Subsidies of Praise For none did e're so dull and stupid prove But felt a God and bless'd his Power in Love This onely Joy for which poor we were made Is grown like Play to be an arrant Trade The Rooks creep in and it has got of late As many little Cheats and Tricks as that But what yet more a Womans Heart would vex 'T is chiefly carried on by our own Sex Our silly Sex who born like Monarchs Free Turn Gipsies for a meaner Liberty And hate Restraint tho' but from Infamy They call what ever is not Common Nice And deaf to Natures Rules and Loves Advice Forsake the Pleasures to pursue the Vice To an exact Perfection they have wrought The Action Love the Passion is forgot 'T is below Wit they 'll tell you to Admire And ev'n without approving they Desire Their private wish obey the publick Voice 'Twixt good and bad Whimsey decides not Choice Fashions grow up so fast at Forms they strike They know what they would have not what they like B is a Beauty if some few agree To call him so the rest to that Degree Affected are that with their Ears they see Where I was Visiting the other Night Comes a Fair Lady with her humble Knight Who had prevail'd on her by her own Skill At his Request tho' much against his Will To come to London As the Coach Stopp'd we heard her Voice more lou● Than a Great-belly'd Woman 's in a Croud Telling her Knight that her Affairs require He for some Hours Obsequiously retire I think she was asham'd to have him seen Hard Fate of Husbands the Gallant had been Though a diseas'd hard-favour'd Fool brought in Dispatch says She your Business you pretend That beastly Visit to the drunken Friend A Bottle ever makes you look so fine Methinks I long to smell you stink of Wine Your Country drinking Breath's enough to kill Sowr Ale corrected with a Lemmon-Pill Prithee farewell we 'll meet agen a-non The necessary Thing bows and is gon She flies up Stairs and all the hast does show That fifty Antick Postures will allow And then bursts out Dear Madam am not I The alter'dst Creature breathing let me die I find my self ridiculously grown Embarrassè with being out of Town Rude and untaught like any Indian Queen My Country-nakedness is strangely seen How is Love govern'd Love that rules the State And pray who are the Men most worn of late When I was Married Fools were Al-a-mode The Men of Wit were then held Incommode Slow of Belief and fickle in Desire Who e're they 'll be perswaded must enquire As if they came to spy not to admire With searching Wisdom fatal to their Ease They 'll still find out why what may should not please Nay take themselves for injur'd if we dare Make them think better of us than we are And if we hide our Frailties from their Sights Call us deceitful Jilts and Hypocrites They little guess who at our Arts are griev'd The perfect Joy of being well deceiv'd Inquisitive as jealous Cuckolds grow Rather than not be knowing they will know What being known creates their certain Woe Women should these of all Mankind avoid For Wonder by clear Knowledge is destroy'd Woman who is an arrant Bird of Night Bold in the Dusk before a Fool 's dull Sight Should fly when Reason brings the Glaring Light But the kind easie Fool apt to Admire Himself trusts us his Follies all conspire To flatter his and favour our Desire Vain of his proper Merit he with ease Believes we love him best who best can please On him our common gross dull Flatteries pass Ever most Joyful when most made an Ass Heavy to apprehend tho' all Mankind Perceive us false the Fopp concern'd is blind Who dot●ng on himself Thinks every one that sees him of his Mind These are true Womens-men Here forc'd to cease For want of Breath not Will to hold her peace She to the Window runs where she had spy'd Her much esteem'd dear Friend the Monkey ty'd With forty Smiles as many Antick Bows As if 't had been the Lady of the House The d●rty chattering Monster she imbrac'd And made it this fine tender Speech at last Kiss me thou Curious Miniture of Man How odd thou art how pretty how Japan O! I could live and die with thee Then on For half an Hour in Complement she run I took this time to think what Nature meant When this mixt thing into the World she sent So very wise yet so impertinent One who knew every thing who 't was thought fit Should be a Fool through Choice not want of Wit VVhose Foppery without