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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
soul_n	body_n	good_a	virtue_n	3,593	5	6.2058	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57491	Female excellence, or, Woman display'd in several satyrick poems / by a person of quality.	Person of quality.; Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of, 1647-1680.; Gould, Robert, d. 1709?	1679 (1679)	Wing R1749; ESTC R1389	3,735	8

scratch she 'll howl and tear Like Devils who the greatest torments wear Thus burning Lust doth set her Soul on fire Which will for ever flame with hot desire Life will with Lust together both expire And will accompany her Soul to Hell And there with lustful Demons ever dwell Then her enjoyments will eternal prove Where Pluto takes her for his hellish Love In Praise of a Deformed but Virtuous Lady OR A Satyr on Beauty FIne Shape good Features and a handsom Face Such do the glory of the Mind deface But Virtue is the best and only grace Venus Man's mind enslames with lustful fires Consumes his Reason and burns his best Desires Wer 't thou my Soul but from my body free Had flesh and blood no influence on thee Then would'st thou love a Woman and would'st choose The Soul fair she to be thy blessed Spouse Beauty's corrupt and like a Flower stands To be collected by impure hands 'T is hard as 't is impossible to find Virtue and Venus both together joyn'd For the Fair She who knows the force and strength Of Beauty's charms grows proud and then at length Lust and ambition will possess her breast Which always will disturb man's peaceful rest She will adore her self and disesteem All others that in truth more comely seem She thinks besides she is ador'd by all And that Mankind must at her footstool fall And thus is Beauty prejudicial Beware my Soul lest she ensnare thy Sence Against her Wiles let Virtue be thy fence Some please their fancies with a Picture well And for meer toys do real Pleasures sell. Some shadows love beyond substantial things Such faults are sometimes seen in Sacred Kings Fancy's a microscope which cheats the Eye Who looks through that their Judgments falsify No bliss fond Cupid thinks but what is in The smoothing of his Ladie 's tender skin Her snowy breasts her sparkling sable eyes Her charming looks her blooming cheeks surprise Her ebony brows her bright forehead high Her soft belly and her ivory thigh In these his best and chiefest Pleasures lye What other parts she can for pleasures show You can produce as well as she I know When age with furrows shall have plow'd her face And all her body o're thick wrinkles place Her breasts turn black her sparkling eyes sink in Fearful to see the bristles on her chin Her painted face grown swarthy wan and thin Her hands all shrievled o're her nails of length Enough to digg her grave had she but strength Such is the Mistriss that blind Poets praise Such foolish theams their groveling fancys raise My Mistriss is more lovely and more fair Graces divine in her more brighter are She is the source of bliss whil'st Virtue reigns In her all things impure her Soul disdains Those fools ne're knew pure Love's most sacred arts That e're were conquer'd by blind Cupids darts Or stand as Slaves to their own carnal hearts Madam 'T is the preheminence that 's seen in you Which does with sacred love my heart subdue Your gentle nature and your modest meen Your passions conquer'd and your looks serene Your conversation mild these sacred charms Protection are 'gainst lusts impurer harms These and your other Virtues do excell And matchless seem to want a Paralell In your most sacred presence none can think Of Lust or once its horrid venom drink You are an Object that will soon dispell Lust's most delightful Poisons sent from Hell Your self 's the substance of the Saints above You move my Soul with chast and holy love For you alone large offerings I design And with continual prayers wish you mine Oh! that Omnipotence would bounty shew And make me happy in contracting you FINIS

Female Excellence OR WOMAN Display'd IN SEVERAL Satyrick Poems BY A Person of Quality 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Theophrast LONDON Printed for Norman Nelson at Grays-Inn Gate in Holbourn 1679. A General Satyr on Woman WOMAN Thou damn'd hyperbole in Sin Malign Atropos Hell and Woes origin Man who at first was made in perfect bliss Was by thy guilt depriv'd of happiness Whose Soul was so divine that t was essay'd Its Author's Image was by thee betray'd God did thy Will to but one Law confine Yet thy immeasur'd Lust turn'd Libertine Hells subtle Serpent did her mind perceive Saw she was fair and knew she would deceive The Devil and She alas too well did know The surest way to work Man's overthrow Such subtle arts and means they did contrive That Man could not avoid pass by and live Could neither Grace nor Law thy Lust dispell Woman thou damn'd Confederate with Hell She Proteus like in any shape is seen Of th' blackest Crimes she has the Actress been The purest Age hath sad Examples store Of her base deeds besmear'd with blood and gore Did'st thou deceive and shall not Man take heed Thou did'st with Hell damnation breed Abortive Sin from thee its rise doth date To be damn'd is to be effeminate Envy and Malice from thy Fall did grow Murder and Homicide to thee do owe Their birth Treason and Rebellion call Thee Mother Thy Venom 's epidemical Witchcraft and Sorcery from thee did come And mansions claim within thy womb Idolatry and Schism and Heresie Swearing and Lying and Hypocrisie Horrid Execrations and Blasphemy Fornication and Adultery Avarice Concupiscence and Gluttony From thee derive their monstrous progenie Thou base Common Sewer of Iniquitie These and their sev'ral Species are Fre●uent in Women and unpractisd rare Alas by sad experience do we find They are the impious Tenents of her mind Nothing that 's good doth in her body dwell Lewd Woman is the Enthymem of Hell Legions of damn'd Souls in Torment cry Damnation came by thy Apostacy Dire Warrs and Plagues hath Justice now design'd Famines and Earth-quakes to torment Mankind Yet Woman by her retransacted Ill New Plagues doth coin and bring new Curses still But of all th'Plagues with which poor Man was curst His enforc'd Love of Woman is the worst Her crooked mind 's a Metaphor of Hell Her Tongue 's an Engine which doth horror tell Her perverse Will doth for her Reason stand Her mad Passion does her Will command Her Prudence by her fancy moves apace Fraud and Deceit are in her painted face All moral Virtues from ill habits have In her several Lusts a sev'ral grave Woman depicted thus with these damn'd parts Yet still she 'll conjure and comptroul our hearts Thus stands she blazon'd in this Scheme you see The Fairest Beauties hang in Effigie Divorce thy thoughts now Man from Female Love This curse obtaind thy cursed Fate will move May Wedlock be forgot Let Woman die A Victim to her own Virginitie A Satyr upon Woman's Vsurpation WOman was made Man's Soveraignty to own Man as the Monarch was to rule alone She created was a Slave and made to dread The angry frowns of Man her Lord and Head Heaven did to him his Power delegate O're all the Universe he made him great His Power did the largest Scepter sway The whole Creation did his Laws obey No limits there were set to his commands Tygers and Lyons lick'd his sacred hands And Salvage Monsters wore his mighty bands Distributive Justice God was pleas'd to see Him give sans bribe or partiality The Legislative Power was solely in Just Man till Woman tempted him to sin Though she did know Eternal death stood by Resolv'd she was to tast transgress and dye Once she was happy but her towring pride Could no Superiour God or Man abide Man's now enslav'd imperious Woman reigns And governs Monarchs with her golden chains She is so prone by nature to comptroul That she must govern or destroy man's Soul She will no longer in subjection stand Nor will obey Iehovah's great Command Man must resolve to stoop to her demand The Sun no sooner had begun its course And spread its candid beams o're th' Universe Nature her self was hardly full awake The Planets did their motions rarely make The azure Orbs in which there 's finely set The glistering Stars scarce knew their Architect The Earth Air Water and Fire did hardly find Themselves pure Elements and were inclin'd To mix in composition of each kind Man scarce had been the first resplendent light E're Woman brought forth everlasting night Her damned Pride first taught her how to Sin Ambition then the Devil usher'd in Those for ten thousand more have inlets made And now she 's Mistriss of the Devil's trade She 'll tempt betray lye swear cousen and cheat Hell's blackest arts ten thousand times repeat So hard 's the Fate of miserable Man That he shall be destroy'd if Woman can Heaven 's diviner charms cannot compose Her swelling thoughts ambition knows no Laws Toss'd with impetuous storms of haughty Pride Disorder'd motives will her passions guide Till she destroy her loving Lord and Bride She with domestick storms of civil hate Disturbs the solitude of Man's estate Eternal Wars she 'll make no peace permit Till she command and all Mankind submit Such was th' effects of her aspiring Mind She damn'd the race and stock of brave Mankind Base silly Cupid that art so fondly wise Let Woman rule thee with her sparkling Eyes Base Wretch that for th' Effects of Lust will sell Thy birth-right thy power thy Heaven for Hell My Soul 's too great and can no bondage bear My Will 's too free and cannot fetters wear Woman Since Heaven's Sacred Laws cannot restrain Thy Will and threaten'd Vengeance is in vain Since to live peaceful is thy greatest pain Proceed and thou shalt Queen of Devils reign A Satyr on Woman's Lust. HOt Lust within her reigns in every part The foulest Sins possess her filthy heart Incest and the many Sins of Sodom are Dull satisfaction to the lustful Fair T' attain her ends she Mountains would remove And knows no bliss but in lascivious love She 'll travel all the foulest Roads of Hell Commit such Vice as ne're knew parallel Till she enjoyes no rest shall close her eyes Enjoyment is her only Paradise Missing her man some ugly mungril must Give satisfaction to her raging lust Her appetite 's so strong that to fulfill Her damn'd desires she 'll try Infernals skill No monstrous object can deter her mind She 'l use a Dog or Devil for Mankind But if in all her Lust prevention find 'T will gnaw and eat her own distracted mind Burst into Envy and ten thousand more Such monstrous Sins as Hell n'ere knew before Hell Hell 's no abyss if compar'd to this 'T is Woman's Lust is only bottomless Her Lust deny'd she 'll rend the Earth and Skies And thunder forth most horrid blasphemies She 'll roar and cry and