Selected quad for the lemma: duty_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
duty_n	bind_v	law_n	nature_n	1,568	5	5.4669	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12045	Venus and Adonis	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.	1593 (1593)	STC 22354; ESTC S102412	19,633	54

disheueled heare Daunce on the sands and yet no footing seene Loue is a spirit all compact of fire Not grosse to sinke but light and will aspire VVitnesse this Primrose banke whereon I lie These forcelesse flowers like sturdy trees support me Two strēgthles doues will draw me through the skie From morne till night euen where I list to sport me Is loue so light sweet boy and may it be That thou should thinke it heauie vnto thee Is thine owne heart to thine owne face affected Can thy right hand ceaze loue vpon thy left Then woo thy selfe be of thy selfe reiected Steale thine own freedome and complaine on theft Narcissus so him selfe him selfe forsooke And died to kisse his shadow in the brooke Torches are made to light iewels to weare Dainties to tast fresh beautie for the vse Herbes for their smell and sappie plants to beare Things growing to them selues are growths abuse Seeds spring frō seeds beauty breedeth beauty Thou wast begot to get it is thy duty Vpon the earths increase why shouldst thou feed Vnlesse the earth with thy increase be fed By law of nature thou art bound to breed That thine may liue when thou thy selfe art dead And so in spite of death thou doest suruiue In that thy likenesse still is left aliue By this the loue-sicke Queene began to sweate For where they lay the shadow had forsooke them And Titan tired in the midday heate VVith burning eye did hotly ouer-looke them VVishing Adonis had his teame to guide So he were like him and by Venus side And now Adonis with a lazie sprite And with a heauie darke disliking eye His lowring browes ore-whelming his faire sight Like mistie vapors when they blot the skie So wring his cheekes cries fie no more of loue The sunne doth burne my face I must remoue Ay me quoth Venus young and so vnkinde VVhat bare excuses mak'st thou to be gon I le sigh celestiall breath whose gentle winde Shall coole the heate of this descending sun I le make a shadow for thee of my heares If they burn too I le quench them with my teares The sun that shines from heauen shines but warme And lo I lye betweene that sunne and thee The heate I haue from thence doth litle harme Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me And were I not immortall life were done Betweene this heauenly and earthly sunne Art thou obdurate flintie hard as steele Nay more then flint for stone at raine relenteth Art thou a womans sonne and canst not feele VVhat t is to loue how want of loue tormenteth O had thy mother borne so hard a minde She had not brought forth thee but died vnkind VVhat am I that thou shouldst contemne me this Or what great danger dwels vpon my sute VVhat were thy lips the worse for one poore kis Speake faire but speake faire words or else be mute Giue me one kisse I le giue it thee againe And one for intrest if thou wilt haue twaine Fie liuelesse picture cold and sencelesse stone VVell painted idoll image dull and dead Statüe contenting but the eye alone Thing like a man but of no woman bred Thou art no man though of a mans complexion For men will kisse euen by their owne direction This said impatience chokes her pleading tongue And swelling passion doth prouoke a pause Red cheeks and fierie eyes blaze forth her wrong Being Iudge in loue she cannot right her cause And now she weeps now she faine would speake And now her sobs do her intendments breake Sometime she shakes her head and then his hand Now gazeth she on him now on the ground Sometime her armes infold him like a band She would he will not in her armes be bound And when from thence he struggles to be gone She locks her lillie fingers one in one Fondling she saith since I haue hemd thee here VVithin the circuit of this iuorie pale I le be a parke and thou shalt be my deare Feed where thou wilt on mountaine or in dale Graze on my lips and if those hils be drie Stray lower where the pleasant fountains lie VVithin this limit is reliefe inough Sweet bottome grasse and high delightfull plaine Round rising hillocks brakes obscure and rough To shelter thee from tempest and from raine Then be my deare since I am such a parke No dog shal rowze thee though a thousand bark At this Adonis smiles as in disdaine That in ech cheeke appeares a prettie dimple Loue made those hollowes if him selfe were slaine He might be buried in a tombe so simple Foreknowing well if there he came to lie VVhy there loue liu'd there he could not die These louely caues these round inchanting pits Opend their mouthes to swallow Venus liking Being mad before how doth she now for wits Strucke dead at first what needs a second striking Poore Queene of loue in thine own law forlorne To loue a cheeke that smiles at thee in scorne Now which way shall she turne what shall she say Her words are done her woes the more increasing The time is spent her obiect will away And from her twining armes doth vrge releasing Pitie she cries some fauour some remorse Away he springs and hasteth to his horse But lo from forth a copp's that neighbors by A breeding Iennet Iustie young and proud Adonis trampling Courser doth espy And forth she rushes snorts and neighs aloud The strong-neckt steed being tied vnto a tree Breaketh his raine and to her straight goes hee Imperiously he leaps he neighs he bounds And now his wouen girthes he breaks asunder The bearing earth with his hard hoofe he wounds VVhose hollow wombe resounds like heauens thunder The yron bit he crusheth tweene his teeth Controlling what he was controlled with His eares vp prickt his braided hanging mane Vpon his compast crest now stand on end His nostrils drinke the aire and forth againe As from a fornace vapors doth he send His eye which scornfully glisters like fire Shewes his hote courage and his high desire Sometime he trots as if he told the steps VVith gentle maiestie and modest pride Anon he reres vpright curuets and leaps As who should say lo thus my strength is tride And this I do to captiuate the eye Of the faire breeder that is standing by VVhat recketh he his riders angrie sturre His flattering holla or his stand I say VVhat cares he now for curbe or pricking spurre For rich caparisons or trappings gay He sees his loue and nothing else he sees For nothing else with his proud sight agrees Looke when a Painter would surpasse the life In limming out a well proportioned steed His Art with Natures workmanship at strife As if the dead the liuing should exceed So did this Horse excell a common one In shape in courage colour pace and bone Round hooft short ioynted fetlocks shag and long Broad breast full eye small head and nostrill wide High crest short eares straight legs passing strōg Thin mane