Selected quad for the lemma: duty_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
duty_n	child_n	leave_v	parent_n	1,171	5	8.4379	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16273	Englands Helicon Casta placent superis, pura cum veste venite, et manibus puris sumite fontis aquam.	Bodenham, John, fl. 1600, attrib. name.; N. L. (Nicholas Ling), fl. 1580-1607, attrib. name.; A. B., fl. 1600, attrib. name.	1600 (1600)	STC 3191; ESTC S112729	76,651	200

coy heigh hoe heigh hoe coy disdaine I know you loue a Sheepheards boy fie that Maydens so should faine Well Amarillis now I yeeld Sheepheards pipe aloude Loue conquers both in towne and field like a Tirant fierce and proude The euening starre is vp ye see Vesper shines we must away Would euery Louer might agree so we end our Roundelay H. C. FINIS The Sheepheards Antheme NEere to a bancke with Roses set about Where prettie Turtles ioyning bill to bill And gentle springs steale softly murmuring out Washing the foote of pleasures sacred hill There little Loue sore wounded lyes his bow and arrowes broken Bedewde with teares from Venus eyes Oh that it should be spoken Beare him my hart slaine with her scornfull eye Where sticks the arrow that poore hart did kill With whose sharpe pyle yet will him ere he die About my hart to write his latest will And bid him send it backe to mee at instant of his dying That cruell cruell shee may see my fayth and her denying His Hearse shall be a mournfull Cypres shade And for a Chauntrie Philomels sweet lay Where prayer shall continually be made By Pilgrime louers passing by that way With Nimphs and Sheepheards yeerely mone his timelesse death beweeping And telling that my hart alone hath his last will in keeping Mich. Drayton FINIS The Countesse of Pembrookes Pastorall A Sheepheard and a Sheepheardesse sate keeping sheepe vpon the downes His lookes did gentle blood expresse her beauty was no foode for clownes Sweet louely twaine what might you be Two fronting hills bedect with flowers they chose to be each others seate And there they stole theyr amorous houres with sighes and teares poore louers meate Fond Loue that feed'st thy seruants so Faire freend quoth he when shall I liue That am halfe dead yet cannot die Can beautie such sharpe guerdon giue to him whose life hangs in your eye Beautie is milde and will not kill Sweet Swaine quoth shee accuse not mee that long haue been thy humble thrall But blame the angry destinie whose kinde consent might finish all Vngentle Fate to crosse true loue Quoth hee let not our Parents hate disioyne what heauen hath linckt in one They may repent and all too late if chyldlesse they be left alone Father nor freend should wrong true loue The Parents frowne said shee is death to children that are held in awe From them we drew our vitall breath they challenge dutie then by law Such dutie as kills not true loue They haue quoth hee a kinde of sway on these our earthly bodies heere But with our soules deale not they may the God of loue doth hold them deere Hee is most meet to rule true loue I know said shee t is worse then hell when Parents choyse must please our eyes Great hurt comes thereby I can tell forc'd loue in desperate danger dies Fayre mayde then fancie thy true loue If wee quoth hee might see the houre of that sweet state which neuer ends Our heauenly gree might haue the power to make our Parents as deere freends All rancour yeelds to soueraine loue Then God of loue sayd shee consent and shew some wonder of thy power Our Parents and our owne content may be confirmde by such an houre Graunt greatest God to further loue The Fathers who did alwayes tend when thus they got theyr priuate walke As happy fortune chaunc'd to send vnknowne to each heard all this talke Poore soules to be so crost in loue Behind the hills whereon they sate they lay this while and listned all And were so mooued both thereat that hate in each began to fall Such is the power of sacred loue They shewed themselues in open sight poore Louers Lord how they were mazde And hand in hand the Fathers plight whereat poore harts they gladly gazde Hope now begins to further loue And to confirme a mutuall band of loue that at no time should ceasse They likewise ioyned hand in hand the Sheepheard and the Sheepheardesse Like fortune still befall true loue Shep. Tome FINIS Another of Astrophell THe Nightingale so soone as Aprill bringeth Vnto her rested sence a perfect waking While late bare earth proude of newe clothing springeth Sings out her woes a thorne her Song-booke making And mournfully bewayling Her throate in tunes expresseth What greefe her brest oppresseth For Tereus force on her chast will preuailing Oh Philamela faire oh take some gladnes That heere is iuster cause of plaintfull sadnes Thine earth now springs mine fadeth Thy thorne without my thorne my hart inuadeth Alas shee hath no other cause of languish But Tereus loue on her by strong hand wroken Wherein she suffering all her spirits languish Full woman-like complaines her will was broken But I who daily crauing Cannot haue to content mee Haue more cause to lament mee Sith wanting is more woe then too much hauing Oh Philamela faire oh take some gladnes That heere is iuster cause of plaintfull sadnes Thine earth now springs mine fadeth Thy thorne without my thorne my hart inuadeth S. Phil. Sidney FINIS ¶ Faire Phillis and her Sheepheard SHeepheard saw you not my faire louely Phillis Walking on this mountaine or on yonder plaine She is gone this way to Dianaes Fountaine and hath left me wounded with her high disdaine Aye me she is faire And without compare Sorrow come and sit with me Loue is full of feares Loue is full of teares Loue without these cannot be Thus my passions paine me For my loue hath slaine me Gentle Sheepheard beare a part Pray to Cupids mother For I know no other that can helpe to ease my smart Sheepheard I haue seene thy faire louely Phillis Where her flocks are feeding by the Riuers side Oh I must admire she so farre exceeding In surpassing beautie should surpasse in pride But alas I finde They are all vnkinde Beauty knowes her power too well When they list they loue When they please they moue thus they turne our heauen to hell For their faire eyes glauncing Like to Cupids dauncing roule about still to deceaue vs With vaine hopes deluding Still dispraise concluding Now they loue and now they leaue vs. Thus I doo despaire haue her I shall neuer If she be so coy lost is all my loue But she is so faire I must loue her euer All my paine is ioy which for her I proue If I should her trie And she should denie heauie hart with woe will breake Though against my will Tongue thou must be still for she will not heare thee speake Then with sighs goe prooue her Let them shew I loue her gracious Venus be my guide But though I complaine me She will still disdaine me beauty is so full of pride What though she be faire speake and feare not speeding Be she nere so coy yet she may be wunne Vnto her repaire where her Flocks are feeding Sit and tick and toy till set be the Sunne Sunne then being set Feare not Vulcanes net though that Mars therein was caught If