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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
body_n	dead_a	soul_n	spirit_n	13,984	5	5.8732	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43441	Hesperides, or, The works both humane & divine of Robert Herrick, Esq.	Herrick, Robert, 1591-1674.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650.	1648 (1648)	Wing H1596; ESTC R37415	144,005	405

them depart Thou did'st not mind it though thou then might'st see Me turn'd to tears yet did'st not weep for me 'T is true I kist thee but I co'd not heare Thee spend a sigh t' accompany my teare 5. Yet say sho'd she condemne Me to surrender them Then say my part Must be to weep Out them to keep A poore yet loving heart 6. Say too She wo'd have this She shall Then my hope is That when I 'm poore And nothing have To send or save I 'm sure she 'll ask no more Upon one Lillie who marryed with a maid call'd Rose VVHat times of sweetnesse this faire day fore-shows When as the Lilly marries with the Rose What next is lookt for but we all sho'd see To spring from these a sweet Posterity An Epitaph upon a child VIrgins promis'd when I dy'd That they wo'd each Primrose-tide Duely Morne and Ev'ning come And with flowers dresse my Tomb. Having promis'd pay your debts Maids and here strew Violets Upon Scobble Epig. SCobble for Whoredome whips his wife and cryes He 'll slit her nose But blubb'ring she replyes Good Sir make no more cuts i'th'outward skin One slit's enough to let Adultry in The Houre-glasse THat Houre-glasse which there ye see With Water fill'd Sirs credit me The humour was as I have read But Lovers tears inchristalled Which as they drop by drop doe passe From th'upper to the under-glasse Do in a trickling mannner tell By many a watrie syllable That Lovers tears in life-time shed Do restless run when they are dead His fare-well to Sack FArewell thou Thing time-past so knowne so deare To me as blood to life and spirit Neare Nay thou more neare then kindred friend man wife Male to the female soule to body Life To quick action or the warme soft side Of the resigning yet resisting Bride The kisse of Virgins First-fruits of the bed Soft speech smooth touch the lips the Maiden-head These and a thousand sweets co'd never be So neare or deare as thou wast once to me O thou the drink of Gods and Angels Wine That scatter'st Spirit and Lust whose purest shine More radiant then the Summers Sun-beams shows Each way illustrious brave and like to those Comets we see by night whose shagg'd portents Fore-tell the comming of some dire events Or some full flame which with a pride aspires Throwing about his wild and active fires 'T is thou above Nectar O Divinest soule Eternall in thy self that canst controule That which subverts whole nature grief and care Vexation of the mind and damn'd Despaire 'T is thou alone who with thy Mistick Fan Work'st more then Wisdome Art or Nature can To rouze the sacred madnesse and awake The frost-bound-blood and spirits and to make Them frantick with thy raptures flashing through The soule like lightning and as active too 'T is not Apollo can or those thrice three Castalian Sisters sing if wanting thee Horace Anacreon both had lost their fame Had'st thou not fill'd them with thy fire and flame Phaebean splendour and thou Thespian spring Of which sweet Swans must drink before they sing Their true-pac'd-Numbers and their Holy-Layes Which makes them worthy Cedar and the Bayes But why why longer doe I gaze upon Thee with the eye of admiration Since I must leave thee and enforc'd must say To all thy witching beauties Goe Away But if thy whimpring looks doe ask me why Then know that Nature bids thee goe not I. 'T is her erroneous self has made a braine Uncapable of such a Soveraigne As is thy powerfull selfe Prethee not smile Or smile more inly lest thy looks beguile My vowes denounc'd in zeale which thus much show thee That I have sworn but by thy looks to know thee Let others drink thee freely and desire Thee and their lips espous'd while I admire And love thee but not taste thee Let my Muse Faile of thy former helps and onely use Her inadult'rate strength what 's done by me Hereafter shall smell of the Lamp not thee Upon Glasco Epig. GLasco had none but now some teeth has got Which though they furre will neither ake or rot Six teeth he has whereof twice two are known Made of a Haft that was a Mutton-bone Which not for use but meerly for the sight He weares all day and drawes those teeth at night Upon Mrs. Eliz Wheeler under the name of Amarillis SWeet Amarillis by a Spring 's Soft and soule-melting murmurings Slept and thus sleeping thither flew A Robin-Red brest who at view Not seeing her at all to stir Brought leaves and mosse to cover her But while he perking there did prie About the Arch of either eye The lid began to let out day At which poore Robin flew amay And seeing her not dead but all disleav'd He chirpt for joy to see himself disceav'd The Custard FOr second course last night a Custard came To th'board so hot as none co'd touch the same Furze three or foure times with his cheeks did blow Upon the Custard and thus cooled so It seem'd by this time to admit the touch But none co'd eate it 'cause it stunk so much To Myrrha hard-hearted FOld now thine armes and hang the head Like to a Lillie withered Next look thou like a sickly Moone Or like Jocasta in a swoone Then weep and sigh and softly goe Like to a widdow drown'd in woe Or like a Virgin full of ruth For the lost sweet-heart of her youth And all because Faire Maid thou art Insensible of all my smart And of those evill dayes that be Now posting on to punish thee The Gods are easie and condemne All such as are not soft like them The Eye MAke me a heaven and make me there Many a lesse and greater spheare Make me the straight and oblique lines The Motions Lations and the Signes Make me a Chariot and a Sun And let them through a Zodiac run Next place me Zones and Tropicks there With all the Seasons of the Yeare Make me a Sun-set and a Night And then present the Mornings-light Cloath'd in her Chamlets of Delight To these make Clouds to poure downe raine With weather foule then faire againe And when wise Artist that thou hast With all that can be this heaven grac't Ah! what is then this curious skie But onely my Corinna's eye Upon the much lamented Mr. J. Warr. WHat Wisdome Learning Wit or Worth Youth or sweet Nature co'd bring forth Rests here with him who was the Fame The Volumne of himselfe and Name If Reader then thou wilt draw neere And doe an honour to thy teare Weep then for him for whom laments Not one but many Monuments Upon Gryll GRyll eates but ne're sayes Grace To speak the troth Gryll either keeps his breath to coole his broth Or else because Grill's roste do's burn his Spit Gryll will not therefore say a Grace for it The suspition upon his over-much familiarity with a Gentlewoman ANd must we part because some say Loud is our love and loose our