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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
fire_n	earth_n	great_a	world_n	2,396	4	4.4621	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19156	The teares of loue: or, Cupids progresse Together vvith the complaint of the sorrowfull shepheardesse; fayre (but vnfortunate) Candida, deploring the death of her deare-lou'd Corauin, a late liuing (and an euer to be lamented) shepheard. In a (passionate) pastorall elegie. Composed by Thomas Collins.	Collins, Thomas, fl. 1610-1615.	1615 (1615)	STC 5567; ESTC S105129	29,879	56

come And death vntimely there destroyeth some But Lou's too blame to be a Bawd to lust And death 's a Villaine to betray mens trust And there they two were Iouiall awhile Loue vpon death and death on Loue did smile And first the one then did the other boast Their mighty Conquests made in euery coast And laugh'd out-right in their relating how Both rich and poore must at their pleasures bow For from the King that sits vpon the Throne Vnto the meanest and most wretched one Loue made his brags none past their Infancy The power of his God-head could deny For with his arrowes he had wounded all Made strong ones stoope and stoutest minds most thrall Nor wise nor foolish Nobly borne nor base But first or last Loue hath had all in chase And made them all for to confesse that he Had as great power as in a God could be Then Death began qd he Loue brags too much Before sterne Death whose strength and power is such That all the earth doth tremble at my name For young and old the lusty and the lame All stoop to death who is impartiall And pittilesse not caring who doth fall Nor how nor when nor in what sort I take them If once I strike I euer conquer'd make them Whom Loue doth hit in passions long may languish But whom I strike I do set free from anguish Lou's but a child and wanton tricks doth vse But Death is dauntlesse and doth none excuse Folly blinds Loue so that he cannot see But shoots at randome and lets some goe free When some with often woundings are perplext Whilst they laugh at them for whom they are vext Oh partiall Loue vniust and cruell too Thou dost more harme then euer Death did doe Thou mak'st men loue those that do not affect them And seeke and sue to those that doe reiect them Thou mak'st the strong to stoope vnto the weake The weake insult and seeke their hearts to breake Thou dost besot the wise with womens lookes And work'st their bane with beauties baiting hookes Thou dost the foole with wits conceit inspire And Phaeton-like thou setst the world on fire Thou dost depriue men of their sweetest sleepe Thou murthrest mirth and mak'st the masker weepe Into fooles Paradice thou bringst wretched ones Then sit'st and smil'st to heare their sighes and grones And when they pule aye me what shall I doe Cupid's glad of it so 's proud Venus too Then vnto me the weake-made wood-cocks crye And say sweet Death come end my misery Death neuer doth thus indirectly deale Nor through the eye into the heart doth steale But like a Giant though I seeme not so I defie all and do no fauour show The young as well as old my name do feare Kings quake tremble when of me they hear I rid the world of those thou mak'st despaire I kill the rich and I destroy the faire Beauty and gold which all the world affects Death doth disdaine and both as doung reiects And euer did so from the first beginning Of my owne birth which was at Adams sinning Adam was first and I the last shall be All were his of-spring all shall end in me But I quoth Cupid can do more then thou My Bow doth make the very Gods to bow I made Alcides leaue his Lyons skinne And to gaine I-o'ls loue to sit and spinne I made Apollo weare a shepheards weed To court faire Daphne yet he could not speed I made the God of warre forsake the field And as my vassall to my mother yeeld Yea I made Ioue to lay aside his shape And amongst mortalls commit many a scape Is Loue a childe then all-abhorred Death That canst doe nothing but stop mortals breath In this vilde world Death only doth remaine But Loue in heav'n liues where the gods do raign Then can thy pow'r be compar'd to mine VVhen thine is hell-bred and mine most diuine But whil'st they two contended in this wise Death's sister sleep ceaz'd on their sight-lesse eyes And lo by this faire Venus miss'd her Sonne And to inquire him out to Vulcan run VVho with his Cyclops was at worke so hard That he nor Loue nor Loues god did regard And therefore told her if she meant to finde him She might goe looke him for he did not minde him Then vnto Mars the faire Queene made repaire And asked him for her young sonne and heire Who by his god-head and his sword did sweare He neither saw him nor of him did heare But for thy sake quoth he I 'le take some paines To seeke him out and see where he remaines Indeed I will I will indeed my Ioy I le do my best to helpe thee to thy boy Thy pretty little wagge thy curld-pate boy That fills the world with weale or with annoy I would be loth my Loue should lose her childe For he 's her best boy though the wagge be wild This sayd he col'd and clipp'd and kist her too And made an offer th' other thing to doe For Mars with Venus seldome times did meet But he did dally with his dainty sweet Which made the limping god to chase and fret And seeke to intrap them in an Iron net But Venus now sayd that should not be done By Mars nor any till she found her sonne Nor would she smile nor let him kisse her more But flung away and would to Ioue she swore Mars sigh'd at this but vainly sighs are spent When as a woman to her will is bent Then mounts his chariot and away goes hee To search abroad where her young son should be His whirling wheeles do rattle in the streetes And breed amazement amongst all he meetes To field he gets and there commands his drumme Should strike t' enquire where Cupid was become VVhil'st Venus past heauens-Christall-pointed gates And to great Ioue her grieuous losse relates VVho was exceeding wroth thereat and swore By Stix and Phlegeton and many more That heauen and earth and hell and all should rue The losse of Loues Queene if this tale were true Vowing to search their Centers euery one And therewith starting from his stately throne He call'd for Aeolus and bid him send Stiffe-blowing Boreas to the wide worlds end Charging him throw downe Castles Courts and Tow'rs And search for Cupid in their secret bow'rs But if he could not finde him quickly out Himselfe would throw his Thunder-bolts about Away goes Aeolus and out Boreas flies But findes not Cupid nor learnes where he lyes Then back returns with griefe and shame to Ioue And tells how much he to no purpose stroue The god being angry sets the Christall skie Vpon a burning fire instantly VVhose lightning strangely terrifi'd the Earth And on a suddaine marr'd all mortals mirth Then tooke he Thunder-bolts and them he hurl'd Into each corner of this canker'd world VVhich strook astonishment in all creatures eares Who doth not tremble that Ioues Thunder heares It made Romes Emp'ror hide his haughty head Great Heliogabalus vnderneath