Selected quad for the lemma: soul_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
soul_n	body_n	good_a	way_n	3,879	5	4.4534	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04573	A new satyricall ballad of the licentiousness of the times. To the tune of, The blinde beggar of Bednall-Green.		1679 (1679)	ESTC R042204; Wing N748; ESTC R042204; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[119]; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.4[116]	1,683	1

A New Satyricall BALLAD OF THE Licentiousness of the Times To the Tune of The Blinde Beggar of Bednall-Green I. THe devil has left his puritanical dress And now like an Hawker attends on the Press That he might through the Town Sedition disperse In Pamphlets and Ballads in prose and in Verse II. 'T is surely so for if the Devil wan't in 't There would not be so many strange things in print Now each man writes what seems good in his Eyes And tells in bald Rimes his Inventions and Lies III. Some relate to the World their own causeless fears Endeavouring to set us together by the ears They strive to make Factions for two great Commanders Tho one be in Holland the other in Flanders IV. They bawl and they yaul aloud through the whole Town The rights of Succession and Claims to the Crown And snarling and grumbling like Fools at each other Raise Contests and Factions betwixt Son and Brother V. Here one doth on this side his Verses oppose Up starts another and justs with him in prose On Rumor a Jade they get up and mount her And so like Don Quixot with Wind-mills Encounter VI. Our Sun is not setting it does not grow dark yet The King is in health still and gone to New-Market Let then idle Coxcomb's leave off their debating What either side says is unmannerly prating VII Another tho he be but a senseless Widgion Will like an Arch-bishop determine Religion What ere his opinion is that must be best And strait he Confutes and Confounds all the rest VIII I' the Coffee house here one with a grave face When after salute he hath taken his place His Pipe being lighted begins for to prate And wisely discourses the affairs of the State IX Another in fury the board strait doth thump And highly extolls the blest Times of the Rump The Pope and all Monarchs he sends to the Devil And up in their places he sets Harry Nevill X. Another who would be distinguish'd from Cit And swearing God dam me to shew him a wit Who for all his huffing one grain hath not got Scoffs at all Religion and the Popish plot XI One with an uncivill satyrical Jest To be thought a wit has a fling at the Priest He jears at his Betters and all men of note From th' Alderman to the Canonical coat XII A politick Citizen in his blew gown As gravely in shop he walks up and down Instead of attending the wares on his staul Is all day relating th'intreagues at White-hall XIII And though to speak Truth he be but a Noddy He 'd have you to think that he is some-body With politick shrug ev'n as bad as a Curse He crys out Oh! the Times no Mortal saw worse XIV Then comes a wise Knight as the whole Citty 's Factor Speaks Prologue in prose too grave for an Actor And being sore frighted in a learned speech To stand to their Arms all the Citts doth beseech XV. The Cobler in stall did you but hear him prate You 'd think that he sate at the helm of the State His awl lay'd aside and in right hand a pot He roundly rips up the Soul of the Plot. XVI But it is not enough to see what is past For these very Men become Prophets at last And with the same eyes can see what is meant To be Acted and done in the next Parliament XVII His Worship so wise who a Kingdome can Rule Is by none dear Wife at home made a Fool For though he doth see through dark Mists of the State He can't see the Horns that she plants on his pate XVIII The Women too prate of the Pope and the Turk Who should play with their Tails or else be at work But two Noble Virtues they 've attain'd to I think To handle State matters and take off their drink XIX Petition the Players to come on the Stage There to represent the vice of the Age That people may see in Stage looking-Glasses Fools of all sorts and these pollitick Asses XX. And thus I have shown you the vice of the Nation Which wants of these Things a through-Reformation But when that will be I cannot determine For plenty breeds Vice as soul Bodies breed Vermine XXI Men may prate and may write but 't is not their Rimes That can any ways change or alter the Times It is now grown an Epidemical Disease For people to talk and to write what they please XXII God bless our Good King who our little World Rules And is not disturb'd rt the Actions of Fools It very much helps a Wise Man's Melancholly To see and observe and to Laugh at their Folly London Printed in the Year 1679.