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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
soul_n	body_n	part_n	whole_a	26,351	5	6.3148	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A33347	Canterburies amazement, or, The ghost of the yong [sic] fellow Thomas Bensted who was drawne, hangd, and quartered by the meanes of the Bishop of Canterburie, who appeared to him in the Tower since the Iesuites execution : with a discourse between the two heads on London Bridge, the one being Thomas Bensteeds [sic], the other the late Iesuites.		1641 (1641)	Wing C456; ESTC R7838	5,998	10

CANTERBVRIES AMAZEMENT OR The Ghost of the yong fellow Thomas Bensted who was Drawne Hangd and Quartered by the meanes of the Bishop of CANTERBURIE who appeared to him in the Tower since the Iesuites Execution With a Discourse between the two Heads on London Bridge the one being Thomas Bensteeds the other the late Iesuites who are thou I am thom●● Bensteed Printed for F. Coules in the Yeare 1641. Canterburies amazement OR The Ghost of the young fellow Thomas Bensteed who was drawne hang'd and quartered by the crueltie of the Bishop of CANTERBURIE who lately appeared to him in the Tower since the Jesuites Execution Canterburie THIS is the time that everie Creature hath his dull sence● wrapt in silent sleep the hardie labourer that toils all day and wearies his irksome members with incessant labours this houre has a free dispensation from his paines and easeth his wearied body with soundest sleep The covetous and priping Vsurer that is not capable of the least intermission but esteems each minute an age wherein he doth not imploy his working braine labours with subtile inventions to augment the massie stock of his ill-got and unnecessarie treasure at this minute enioyes his naturall rest The craftie Politician whose restlesse perecranion is continually full of divers imperfect and indigested crockets quaint devices and State proiects this mid-night hour Morpheus hath dandled his over wearied sences into sound and sencelesse sleep all creatures are husht into quiet rest There is no noyse at all stirring in Citie or Countrie not so much as the barking of dogges or howling of wolves yet I am so haunted with idle fancies and imaginarie conceits that sleep these eight dayes hath beene to mee a meere stranger One night I see many religious Ministers whom for too much sedulitie and diligence in the execution of their ministeriall functions and for their obstinacy to innovations and their industrious care of the soules committed to their charge I have not onely deprived them of their Benefices sequestred their estates and thereby utterly undone them their poore wives and children but made them uncapable of any Priestly function here in their Native Countrie and they were thereby enforced to seek their livelybood in remote and forraigne places though they were ancient or by any other way unable to undergoe Travaile offering the incense of their prayers against me another night me thinks I see my dire oppressions presented in a hellish Maske each act that I have done is laid before me in my sleep among which I finde few good ones yet why should I be transported with feare for shadowes they have no substance and are caused by dull and melanchely fancies a faint-hearted souldier that can slay and then be touched with remorse of conscience for what he has done Why should I be afraid to behold the apparitions of those things which I before delighted to enact Avant then idle feare seek thy abode in others breasts I will not harbour thee in mine and yet I must Blesse me my better Genius what doe I see the formidable figure of a quartered man my Resolution now playes the unconstant woman my whole body is a perpetuall palsie my sences never were benumb'd till now my rationall part of man begin to forsake my drooping soule Courage I never found defect of thee till now Let me have strength enough to speake unto this ayrie substance What art thou that at this dead houre of the night assailst my quiet chamber speake what is thy businesse Bensteed Why my Lord is your grace sencelesse know you not me I am Drum-Maior Bensteed that with my gallant Myrmidons come thus in Armes the second time Why doe you stand so like a Statue Doe you trust to the iustice of your cause Why doe not you take your Barge and waft your Grace to White-hall there 's the Sanctuarie you once fled to for aid Canter T is needlesse I am safer here and in a stronger house and for that Bensteed thou namest he is secure enough I fixt his head on London bridge there he keeps watch the Scots cannot come in but he must descrie them Bensteed O my Lord but Bensteed has a fellow watchman that does now supply my place one of your Graces friends now beares mee company this is his first night he 's a verie learned grave man your Grace I am confident knowes him Canter What was his name and for what offence does he beare thee companie Bensteed A Iesuite my Lord his name is Ward Walker Waller Slater or any of them Canter A Iesuite and so many names I wonder that I never heard of him O how negligent were my High Commission Officers that could not hunt out that piece of Superstition Benst I protest my Lord your Grace dissembles admirably as if a Iesuite could not live in peace for your Officers alas my Lord they were better imployed in seeking out men that repeated Sermons together and could have better Compositions of them than of Iesuites they were rather priviledged than punished Canter But speak if thou be that Bensteed what is thy businesse here wherefore dost thou thus haunt me in this fearefull shape Benst My Lord I come to know wherefore I was made such an example and to dispute the cause I was so uniustly put to death Canter Because thou wast found guiltie of Treason and therefore according to the Lawes of England ought to bee hang'd drawne and quartered Benst Oh my Lord the Lawes of England never made Riots Treason and I had no hand my Lord in breaking open the White Lion prison the greatest matter I did my Lord was I attempted to break open your fortified Gates with a Broom stick which was a thing altogether impossible which had I done my Lord it had beene at the worst but Fellonie or Burglarie and not Treason but I was poore and one fit to suffer I had no gratuities to bestow on your Grace I had no Buts of Sack for your Cellar nor Beaver hat perfumed Gloves or plush Cloak for your Gentlemen If I had as good store of Peeces my Lord to have presented Petitions to your Grace withall I might then perchance have had them subscribed with a We referre this Petition with a private note in the Margent but wanting these I ought to dye though for no other crime Canter Why simple fellow dost thou know what belongeth to the English Lawes better than those grave Iudges who sate on the Bench at thy tryall that thou makest these bold distinctions and dost thou challenge them of iniustice they had a hand in the businesse as well as myself Benst I dare not taxe the Iudges let those that have sued in forma pauper is do that sor it may be your politick Lordship informed them more than what was truth or it may be they took your Grace rather for a Pope than a subiect and so it became Treason but if otherwise let them be assured my cause will have a revenge And for your selfe who