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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
hand_n	body_n	soul_n	spirit_n	5,254	5	5.2345	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A67615	The effigies of love being a translation from the Latine of Mr. Robert Waring of Christ-Church in Oxford, master of arts, and proctor of that university. To which is prefixt a tombstone-encomium, by the same author, sacred to the memory of the prince of poets, Ben. Johnson; also made English by the same hand.; Amoris effigies. English.	Waring, Robert, 1614-1658.; Cross, Thomas, fl. 1632-1682, engraver.; Nightingale, Robert, fl. 1680.	1680 (1680)	Wing W866; ESTC R219407	44,991	161

by an Inward and Divine Impulse Neither is Love led by Reason but by something more Celestial than Reason and as a Deity that avoids Reason which might cause him to erre acts by a more certain Violence and is wise without Wisdome To be wise and to Love how harmoniously do they accord together The first in the first place is the Attribute of Jove himself and next to him of a Prudent man who like an Oracle can unfold Who is the best of Mortals For it is impossible for any but the best of Men to love He is the only Lover whose Sentence like that of Fate is irrevocable He cannot be said to love whose Judgment fail'd whose Embraces ever err'd or who at any time had an incumbent Necessity to hate The Conjugal Obligation of Lovers like solemn Wedlock admits of no Divorce When the Maiden-Girdle is once unloos'd that same Knot is knit which is never to be untied though like the Gordian Noose it may be sometimes cut asunder So though the ties of Souls may be cut asunder by Death they cannot be by Death unloosed Love ceases not though the thing beloved cease A Wife shall not seem old when she is really in years for still that Form now withered and decayed shall flourish in the faithful breast of her Husband and she that hath so far suffer'd a change as to be almost unknown shall still remain in memory belov'd Then also when the Fates have snatch'd away the Mistriss of my heart as if only separated by intervals of absence then shall she surviving breathe in my never-forgetful breast and while I embrace the beloved Apparition I will deny her dead Fond Destinies ye have spent your Malice in vain we still converse and still are two From others ye have forced a Virgin from me not so much as a Shade Before we enjoy'd only the same Soul now Body and Soul together She is reunited to us as to her particular Sphere Now Love may seem to have finisht his Circle who always returns in that manner to the place from whence he sets forth as if he intended with his perpetual Motion to imitate the Celestial Circumgyration so ending in himself that he may begin again For he cannot be said to Love who can at any time either slacken or not love at all There is not the same determination or satiety of Love as of other things neither is it satisfied like Hunger or Thirst. Love is not extinguish'd by satisfaction but re-inflam'd with new delights and every day findes new objects of pleasure in his beloved Features He takes perpetual recreation a perpetual greediness seizes him and he always findes somthing yet farther to desire Like a minde devoted to Contemplation or like the Heaven it self he moves perpetually never rests never weary but refreshed by toyl thus the end of one Benefit is the step to the next which taking its rise from a redoubled heat first cherishes the person and then its own favours Love ought to be immortal whether as consecrated to Eternity or whether it be because he always supplies the Misfortunes that happen by Death For who knows not that the Death and last Will of a Lover both go together while the expiring Lover breaths out his Soul to be read in his last sigh whereby he constitutes her the sole Heiress sending back all his Affections thither from whence he last departed With whom it fares as with the antient Philosophers to be hurried out of themselves to enjoy a perpetual extasie of Life and to be depriv'd of their own Souls that anothers may take their place Pythagoras as a Lover not as a Philosopher makes me believe the Transmigration of the Soul Which in a fleeting posture as it were at pleasure laying aside her proper Vestments and putting off the Spoils of the Body hastens to more delightful Mansions and a fairer Entertainment as it were to another Elysium There is no man happy before this decease of which Love and Philosophy are the Cause while this from the Body frees the Soul pleasingly swooning away in Contemplation the former sends it forth to the Embraces of new Amours Thence a loathing hence the flight and Exit of its self both ways eagerly desiring a hasty dissolution as if covetous to perish like the Arabian Wonder We finde that among some of the nicer sort of Ladies upon the first sight of a noble Structure there is a distaste and haughtie disdain of the Building then a peregrination to those flowry Canopies wherein because they had not the chance to be born they are willing to abide as Strangers and wax old together or rather to be born again by renewing the first principles of Life Whoever denies these to be the Excursions of Transmigrating Souls let him more attentively consider how the Soul still directs herself to that part where she may approach nearest to her Lover If two Lovers joyn right Hands you would swear their Souls were to be felt in their Fingers and that they mutually interweav'd themselves together If they close side to side you shall perceive their very Bowels to leap for joy and the mustering Spirits taking the alarm assembled together in a body beat and salute each other with frequent Pulses and as it were strive to make way by breaking Prison I would fain know what secret Charm that is which summons all the blood into the Face at the sight of the beloved Object and causes the discoverer of the wound to flie upon the Assassinate just as the blood of a slain Corpse bursts forth at the appearance of the Homicide returning the wound to him that gave it The purple stream by what Instinct I know not here hastening to Revenge there speeding to apply the most present Remedy Behold how greedily those souls that stand Sentinel in the Ears catch the Sounds and presently convert themselves into the same The spirits interchange in the mixture of words and enter into those very wishes which the Tongue expresses Those Souls that with a continued succession dart themselves from the Eyes consume themselves with gazing and languish away with frequent beholding To all true Lovers it is the same thing to speak and to expire to see and to abandon himself to behold and transmigrate into the Object Thus the whole man speeding to make his Exit throws himself sometimes into the Eye sometimes into the Ear and only lives in that part where he enjoys the object of his Love Thus Love compels men to live more contractedly and like some imperfect Animals to be contented with one Sence and yet this to render a man not imperfect but more Divine by how much he requires the fewer Instruments of Life However the Soul is advantaged by the Bodies loss For by a certain extension of its Spiritual Bulk that which seem'd confined to one Breast now governs two as if it had two Lives Distracted between two Bodies it scarcely knows for which it was first formed such is