Selected quad for the lemma: water_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
water_n	fish_n	great_a	sea_n	3,519	5	6.8793	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09799	Three [morall] treatises no lesse pleasau[nt] than necessary for all men to read[e,] wherof the one is called the learned prince, the other the fruites of foes, the thyrde the porte of rest.; Moralia. Selections. English	Plutarch.; Blundeville, Thomas, fl. 1561.	1561 (1561)	STC 20063.5; ESTC S110436	42,324	138

He sayde what he dyd than deuise With spede to haue it brought to passe A thyng most peryllouse therfore It is vndecent thynges to wyll When he that wylleth euermore Hath powre the same for to fulfyll For powre doth malice quickly moue With euyll affectes the mynd to streke As enuy wrath aduowtry loue Mens goodes also and lyues to seke And then the worde nys soner sayde But wo to hym that is suspect Toffende in that to hym is layde For sentence there must take effect Of nature such as searchers be Do hold that after thunder clapp The lyghtnyng coms yeat do we se The same before we heare the rapp The bludd lykewyse before the wound To vs most commonly appeares For sight doth mete the light wheare sound Is fayne to come euin to our eares In kyngdoms so some men we fynde Taue suffred eare thaccused were And sentence yeuen to wrath inclynde Before due profe of cryme appeare For wrath nought hable is twithstand The powre of malice when she list As is the anker firt in sande Which can the cruell sea resist Onles that reason with her wayght Presse downe such powre and kynges abyde To marke the sonne in greatest hayght Howe he hymselfe doth wysly guyde For when he mownted is aloft To Cancers ryng he semes to stay In that he goeth so fayre and soft Wherby he doth assure his way But this by dayly profe we knowe Where powre and malyce do abyde There malyce nedes her selfe must showe And can her face no long tyme hyde If those that haue the fallyng yll At any tyme take colde I say They can not stand but stagger styll Which playnely doth theyr grefe bewray 〈…〉 But only wysshe and dayly craue Of god to graunt that ouer vs Long tyme of raigne her bygones haue Which is so good and gracious Finis ¶ The fruytes of Foes Newly corrected and cleansed of manye faultes escaped in the former printing Anno domini M.D.LXI Cum priuilegio ad imprimendum solum ¶ Roger Ascham Secretory to the Queenes maiestie for the latin tongue in praise of the booke OF English bokes as I could find I haue perused many one Yet so wel done vnto my mind As this is yet haue I foūd none The woordes of matter here doe rise So fitly and so naturally As heart can wishe or witte deuise In my conceit and fantasie The woordes well chosen and well sette Doe bryng suche light vnto the sense As if I lackt I woulde not lette To bye this booke for forty pense To the Queenes highnes SVch Newyeres giftes as most mē do prepare To geue your grace it passeth far my powre For golde ne pearle ne such lyke costly ware Can I possesse sith fortune styll doth lowre As she on me hath hereto euer done Which had me brought at length to great distresse But that the hope which in your grace alone I alwayes fixt my griefes did oft redresse Which hope I say euen now doth make me bolde Your royall state with this so small a queyre For to present yea more that hope me tolde From this day forth I should no more dispeire For loe saith she the golden worlde at hande And Iustice raignes again within this lande Your maiesties most humble seruant Thomas Blundeuille The fruites of Foes BI Plutarks lore of mortal foes Learne ye that list some fruit to take For fruits inough he doth disclees Wherof I wil you partners make In olde time past mē only sought The hurtfull beastes their foes to kyll Of other spoyle they nothyng thought But so to saue themselues from ill But others came then afterwarde Whose sleight was such those beastes to slay As they thereto had small regarde Except they myght obtaine some pray Their fleshe to eate they vsde therfore And with their wolle themselues to cladde Their milke and galle they kept in store To heale suche griefes as sicke men hadde And of their hydes they harnes made Themselues to arme on euery syde That they might aye in safety wade Against all force that might betyde Loe thus by foes no hurt to take It did not them at all suffise Except they might such great gaine make As they themselues could best deuise If thou therfore without some hate Here cannot liue in quiet rest Inuent some way of such debate To leaue the worst and take the best No tylman can by arte deuise Eche tree to spoyle of nature wilde Nor huntsman eke be he right wise Can tame eche beast that roons in fyelde Wherfore they haue right wisely founde The meane tapply such beast and tree To other vse which doth redounde Vnto their great commoditee The water of the sea we see Is salte and hath vpleasante taste Yet cheifly thence I say haue wee The fishe our foode which we do waste Yea more then that thinges of great price The shipps by sea to vs do brynge Both pleasant silke and holsome spice And many other nedefull thinge The brightnes of the flaminge fire Appearing in the Satirs sight Straight waies so kindled his desire That it timbrace he toke delight Prometheus then loude can crie Beware he saide imbrace none suche For that it hath the propertie To burne all those that doth it tuche It was not made to colle and kisse But heate and light alwaies to yelde The very meane also it is Whereby craftes men their artes doe welde Hereby therfore we may perceiue That of our foe right perilous In this our lyfe we may receiue Suche fruites as be commodious For though some thynges be very ill To those to whom they appertaine Yet vsde they may be with suche skyll As losse shall easily turne to gaine As loe for proofe some sickly corse For easementes sake sekes quiet rest VVhere some againe to win their force To trauell oft do thinke it best Diogenes and Crates chaunce Do well declare how banishmentes And losse of goodes doe some auaunce To knowledge great which them contentes VVhen Zeno heard that tempestes gret In raginge sea his ship had lost He mourned not ne yet did fret But made as though it lytle cost And thus gan say to fortune tho Howe dearely doest thou me entreate Me thus to force againe to go In wysedoms schoole to fynde a seate Some beastes we see such stomakes haue As serpentes cause full soone disgeast Both woode and stone they also craue Suche kynde of foode them hurteth least But some againe so deinty bene That they oft loth the finest bredde And purest wine that can be sene VVherwith they myght be alwayes fedde Euen so fares fooles that frendship ioyes Do aye destroye but to the wyse Of hatefull strife and spightfull toyes Great wealth and gaine dothe oft aryse VVherefore me thinkes where in thy foe Doth seme to geue the greatest grief Thou mayst thereof receiue also Muche greater gayne to thy reliefe And if thou aske how that may be I saye to thee consider then What care he hath thy workes to se With whom to