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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	affection_n	love_n	thought_n	2,136	5	6.6030	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A76292	Poems: by Francis Beaumont, Gent. Viz. The hermaphrodite. The remedy of love. Elegies. Sonnets, with other poems.	Beaumont, Francis, 1584-1616.; Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D. Metamorphoses. English. Selections.	1653 (1653)	Wing B1602; Thomason E1236_3; ESTC R208894	79,281	207

was so truly blest To take an houre or one poore minutes rest But now the burning God this pleasure feels By reason of his newly crazed wheels There must she stay untill lame Vulcan send The fiery wheeles which he had took to mend Now all the night the smith so hard had wrought That ere the Sun could wake his wheels were brought Titan being pleas'd with rest and not to rise And loath to open yet his slumbring eyes And yet perceiving how the longing sight Of mortals waited for his glittering light He sent Aurora from him to the skye To give a glimpsing to each mortall eye Aurora much asham'd of that same place That great Apollos light was wont to grace Finding no place to hide her shamefull head Painted her chaste cheeks with a blushing red Which ever since remain'd upon her face In token of her new receiv'd disgrace Therefore she not so white as she had been Loathing of every Mortall to be seen No sooner can the rosie fingred morne Kisse every flower that by her dew is borne But from the golden window she doth peep When the most part of earthly creatures sleep By this bright Titan opened had his eyes And 'gan to jerk his horses through the skies And taking in his hand his fiery whip He made Aeous and swift Aethon skip So fast that straight he dazled had the sight Of faire Aurora glad to see his light And now the Sun in all his fiery haste Did call to mind his promise lately past And all the vows and oaths that he did passe Unto faire Salmacis the beautious lasse For he had promis'd her she should enjoy So lovely faire and such a well-shapt boy As ne're before his own all-seeing eye Saw from his bright seat in the starry skie Remembring this he sent the boy that way Where the cleare fountaine of the faire Nymph lay There was he come to seek some pleasing brook No sooner came he but the Nymph was strook And though she longed to embrace the boy Yet did the Nymph a while defer her joy Till she had bound up her loose flagging haire And well ordered the garments she did weare Faigning her count'nance with a lovers care And did deserve to be accounted faire When thus much spake she while the boy abode O boy more worthy to be thought a god Thou maiest inhabit in the glorious place Of Gods or maist proceed from humane race Thou maiest be Cupid or the god of wine That lately woo'd me with the swelling Vine But whosoe're thou art O happy he That was so blest to be a sire to thee Thy happy mother is most blest of many Blessed thy sisters if her wombe bare any Both fortunate O and thrice happy she Whose too much blessed brests gave suck to thee If anies wish with thy sweet bed be blest O she is far more happy than the rest If thou hast any let her name be known Or else let me be she if thou hast none Here did she pause a while and then she said Be not obdurate to a silly maid A flinty heart within a snowy breast Is like base mold lock'd in a golden chest They say the eye 's the Index of the heart And shews th' affection of each inward part Then love plaies lively there the little god Hath a cleare christall pallace of abode O bar him not from playing in thy heart That sports himselfe upon each outward part Thus much she spake and then her tongue was husht At her loofe speeches Hermaphroditus blusht He knew not what love was yet love did shame him Making him blush and yet his blush became him Then might a man his lively colour see Like the ripe apple on a sunny tree Or Ivory dy'd o're with a pleasing red Or like the pale morne being shadowed By this the Nymph recovered had her tongue That to her thinking lay in silence long And said thy cheek is mild O be thou so Thy cheeke saith I then do not answer no Thy cheek doth shame then do thou shame she said It is a mans shame to deny a maid Thou look'st to sport with Venus in her tower And be belov'd of every heavenly power Men are but mortals so are women too Why should your thoughts aspire more than ours do For sure they do aspire else could a youth Whose countenance is full or spotlesse truth Be so relentlesse to a virgins tongue Let me be woo'd by thee but halfe so long With halfe those termes do but my love require And I will easily grant thee thy desire Ages are bad when men become so slow That poore unskilfull maids are forc'd to wooe Her radiant beauty and her subtill art So deeply struck Hermaphroditus heart That she had won his love but that the light Of her translucent eye did shine too bright For long he look'd upon the lovely maid And at the last Hermaphroditus said How should I love thee when I do espie A far more beautious Nymph hid in thy eye When thou dost love let not that Nymph be nigh thee Nor when thou woo'st let that same Nymph be by thee Or quite obscure her from thy lovers face Or hide her beauty in a darker place By this the Nymph perceiv'd he did espy None but himselfe reflected in her eye And for himselfe no more she meant to shew him She shut her eyes and blindfold thus did wooe him Faire boy think not thy beauty can dispence With any paine due to a bad offence Remember how the gods punisht that boy That scorn'd to let a beautious Nymph enjoy Her long wisht pleasure for the peevish else Lov'd of all others needs would love himself So maiest thou love perhaps thou maiest be blest By granting to a lucklesse Nymphs request Then rest a while with me amidst these weeds The Sun that sees all winks at lovers deeds Phoebus is blind when love sports are begun And never sees untill their sports be done Beleeve me boy thy bloud is very staid That art so loath to kisse a youthfull maid Wert thou a maid and I a man I le shew thee With what a manly boldnesse I could wooe thee Fairer than loves Queen thus I would begin Might not my over-boldnesse be a sin I would intreat this favour if I could Thy roseat cheeks a little to behold Then would I beg a touch and then a kisse And then a lower yet a higher blisse Then would I aske what Jove and Leda did When like a Swan the crafty god was hid What came he for why did he there abide Surely I think he did not come to chide He came to see her face to talke and chat To touch to kisse came he for nought but that Yes something else what was it he would have That which all men of maidens ought to crave This said her eye-lids wide she did display But in this space the boy was run away The wanton speeches of the lovely lasse Forc'd him for shame to hide him in

see Her love hath now no power to worke on thee And if thy Rivall be in presence too Seeme not to marke but do as others do Salute him friendly give him gentle words Returne all curtesies that he affords Drinke to him carve him give him complement This shall thy Mistris more than thee torment For she will think by this thy carelesse show Thou car'st not now whether she love or no. But if thou canst perswade thy selfe indeed She hath no Lover but of thee hath need That no man loves her but thy selfe alone And that she shall be lost when thou art gone Thus sooth thy selfe and thou shalt seeme to be In far more happy taking than is she For if thou think'st she 's lov'd and loves againe Hell fire will seeme more easie than thy paine But chiefly when in presence thou shalt spie The man she most affecteth standing by And see him graspe her by the tender hand And whispering close or almost kissing stand When thou shalt doubt whether they laugh at thee Or whether on some meeting they agree If now thou canst hold out thou art a man And canst performe more than thy teacher can If then thy heart can be at ease and free I will give o're to teach and learne of thee But this way I would take among them all I would pick out some Lasse to talke withall Whose quick inventions and whose nimble wit Should busie mine and keep me from my fit My eye with all my art should be a wooing No matter what I said so I were doing For all that while my Love should thinke at least That I as well as she on Love did feast And though my heart were thinking of her face Or her unkindnesse and my own disgrace Of all my present paines by her neglect Yet would I laugh and seem without respect Perchance in envy thou shouldst sport with any Her beck will single thee from forth of many But if thou canst of all that present are Her conference alone thou shouldst forbeare For if her looks so much thy mind do trouble Her honied speeches will distract thee double If she begin once to confer with thee Then do as I would do be rul'd by me When she begins to talke imagine straight That now to catch thee up she lies in wait Then call to mind some businesse or affaire Whose doubtfull issue takes up all thy care That while such talke thy troubled fancies stirs Thy mind may work and give no heed to hers Alas I know mens hearts and that full soone By womens gentle words we are undone If women sigh or weep our soules are griev'd Or if they sweare they love they are beleev'd But trust not thou to oaths if she should sweare Nor hearty sighs beleeve they dwell not there If she should grieve in earnest or in jest Or force her arguments with sad protest As if true sorrow in her eye-lid sate Nay if she come to weeping trust not that For know that women can both weep and smile With much more danger than the Crocodile Thinke all she doth is but to breed thy paine And get the power to tyrannize againe And she will beat thy heart with trouble more Than rocks are beat with waves upon the shore Do not complaine to her then of thy wrong But lock thy thoughts within thy silent tongue Tell her not why thou leav'st her nor declare Although she aske thee what thy torments are Wring not her fingers gaze not on her eye From thence a thousand snares and arrows flye No let her not perceive by sighs or signes How at her deeds thy inward soule repines Seeme carelesse of her speech and do not harke Answer by chance as though thou didst not marke And if she bid thee home straight promise not Or breake thy word as if thou hadst forgot Seeme not to care whether thou come or no And if she be not earnest do not goe Feigne thou hast businesse and defer the meeting As one that greatly car'd not for her greeting And as she talkes cast thou thine eyes elsewhere And look among the Lasses that are there Compare their severall beauties to her face Some one or other will her forme disgrace On both their faces carry still thy view Ballance them equally in judgement true And when thou find'st the other doth excell Yet that thou canst not love it halfe so well Blush that thy passions make thee dote on her More than on those thy judgement doth prefer When thou hast let her speake all that she would Seeme as thou hast not one word understood And when to part with thee thou seest her bent Give her some ordinary complement Such as may seeme of courtesie not love And so to other companie remove This carelesnesse in which thou seem'st to be Howe're in her will worke this change in thee That thou shalt thinke for using her so slight She cannot chuse but turne her love to spight And if thou art perswaded once she hates Thou wilt beware and not come neere her baits But though I wish thee constantly beleeve She hates thy sight thy passions to deceive Yet be not thou so base to hate her too That which seems ill in her do not thou do 'T will indiscretion seeme and want of wit Where thou didst love to hate instead of it And thou maiest shame ever to be so mated And joyn'd in love with one that should be hated Such kind of love is fit for Clownes and Hinds And not for debonaire and gentle minds For can there be in man a madnesse more Than hate those lips he wish'd to kisse before Or loath to see those eyes or heare that voice Whose very sound hath made his heart rejoice Such acts as these much indiscretion shews When men from kissing turne to wish for blows And this their own example shews so naught That when they should direct they must be taught But thou wilt say for all the love I beare her And all the service I am ne're the nearer And which thee most of all doth vexe like hell She loves a man ne're lov'd her halfe so well Him she adores but I must not come at her Have I not then good reason for to hate her I answer no for make the case thine owne And in thy glasse her actions shall be showne When thou thy selfe in love wert so far gone Say could'st thou love any but her alone I know thou couldst not though with teares and cries These had made deafe thine eares and dim thine eyes Would'st thou for this that they hate thee againe If so thou wouldst then hate thy love againe Your faults are both alike thou lovest her And she in love thy Rivall doth prefer If then her love to him thy hate procure Thou shouldst for loving her like hate endure Then do not hate for all the lines I write Are not address'd to turne thy love to spight But writ to draw thy doting mind from love That in the