Selected quad for the lemma: heart_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	begin_v	love_n	love_v	2,171	5	6.3452	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

tedious howers Amongst those painted meades and flowers A certaine Sheepheard full of woe Syrenus call'd his flocks did feede Not sorrowfull in outward show But troubled with such greefe indeede As cruell Loue is wont t' impart Vnto a painefull louing hart This Sheepheard euery day did die For loue he to Diana bare A Sheepheardesse so fine perdie So liuely young and passing faire Excelling more in beauties feature Then any other humane creature VVho had not any thing of all She had but was extreame in her For meanely wise none might her call Nor meanely faire for he did erre If so he did but should deuise Her name of passing faire and wise Fauours on him she did bestow Which if she had not then be sure He might haue suffered all that woe Which afterward he did endure When he was gone with lesser paine And at his comming home againe For when indeede the hart is free From suffering paine or torments smart If wisedome dooth not ouer-see And beareth not the greatest part The smallest greefe and care of minde Dooth make it captiue to their kinde Neere to a Riuer swift and great That famous Ezla had to name The carefull Sheepheard did repeate The ●eares he had by absence blame Which he suspect where he did keepe And feede his gentle Lambs and Sheepe And now sometimes he did behold His Sheepheardesse that there about Was on the mountaines of that old And auncient Leon seeking out From place to place the pastures best Her Lambs to feede her selfe to rest And sometime musing as he lay When on those hills she was not seene Was thinking of that happie day When Cupid gaue him such a Queene Of beautie and such cause of ioy Wherein his minde he did imploy Yet sayd poore man when he did see Him selfe so sunke in sorrowes pit The good that Loue hath giuen me I onely doo imagine it Because this neerest harme and trouble Heereafter I should suffer double The Sunne for that it did decline The carelesse man did not offend With fierie beames which scarce did shine But that which did of loue depend And in his hart did kindle fire Of greater flames and hote desire Him did his passions all inuite The greene leaues blowne with gentle winde Christaline streames with their delight And Nightingales were not behinde To helpe him in his louing verse Which to himselfe he did rehearse Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ The Sheepheard to the flowers SWeete Violets Loues Paradise that spread Your gracious odours which you couched beare Within your palie faces Vpon the gentle wing of some calme-breathing-winde That playes amidst the Plaine If by the fauour of propitious starres you gaine Such grace as in my Ladies bosome place to finde Be proude to touch those places And when her warmth your moysture foorth dooth weare Whereby her daintie parts are sweetly fed Your honours of the flowrie Meades I pray You prettie daughters of the earth and Sunne With mild and seemely breathing straite display My bitter sighs that haue my hart vndone Vermillion Roses that with new dayes rise Display your crimson folds fresh looking faire Whose radiant bright disgraces The rich adorned rayes of roseate rising morne Ah if h●● Virgins hand Doo pluc●●●r pure ere Phoebus view the land And vaile your gracious pompe in louely Natures scorne If chaunce my Mistres traces Fast by your flowers to take the Sommers ayre Then wofull blushing tempt her glorious eyes To spread their teares Adonis death reporting And tell Loues torments sorrowing for her friend Whose drops of blood within your leaues consorting Report faire Venus moanes to haue no end Then may remorce in pittying of my smart Drie vp my teares and dwell within her hart Ignoto FINIS ¶ The Sheepheard Arsilius his Song to his Rebeck NOw Loue and Fortune turne to me againe And now each one enforceth and assures A hope that was dismayed dead and vaine And from the harbour of mishaps assures A hart that is consum'd in burning fire With vnexpected gladnes that admires My soule to lay a-side her mourning tire And sences to prepare a place for ioy Care in obliuion endlesse shall expire For euery greefe of that extreame annoy Which when my torment raign'd my soule alas Did feele the which long absence did destroy Fortune so well appayes that neuer was So great the torment of my passed ill As is the ioy of this same good I passe Returne my hart sursaulted with the fill Of thousand great vnrests and thousand feares Enioy thy good estate if that thou will And wearied eyes leaue off your burning teares For soone you shall behold her with delight For whom my spoiles with glorie Cupid beares Sences which seeke my starre so cleare and bright By making heere and there your thoughts estray Tell me what will you feele before her sight Hence solitarinesse torments away Felt for her sake and wearied members cast Of all your paine redeem'd this happie day O stay not time but passe with speedie hast And Fortune hinder not her comming now O God betides me yet this greefe at last Come my sweete Sheepheardesse the life which thou Perhaps didst thinke was ended long agoe At thy commaund is readie still to bow Comes not my Sheepheardesse desired so O God what if she 's lost or if she stray Within this vvood where trees so thick doo grow Or if this Nimph that lately went away Perhaps forgot to goe and seeke her out No no in her obliuion neuer lay Thou onely art my Sheepheardesse about Whose thoughts my soule shall finde her ioy and rest Why comm'st not then to assure it from doubt O seest thou not the Sunne passe to the West And if it passe and I behold thee not Then I my wonted torments will request And thou shalt waile my hard and heauie lot Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ Another of Astrophell to his Stella IN a Groaue most rich of shade Where birds wanton musique made May then young his pyed weedes showing New perfum'd with flowers fresh growing Astrophell with Stella sweete Did for mutuall comfort meete Both within them-selues oppressed But each in the other blessed Him great harmes had taught much care Her faire necke a foule yoake bare But her sight his cares did banish In his sight her yoake did vanish Wept they had alas the while But now teares them-selues did smile While their eyes by Loue directed Enter changeably reflected Sigh they did but now betwixt Sighs of woes were glad sighs mixt With armes crost yet testifying Restlesse rest and liuing dying Their eares hungry of each vvord Which the deare tongue would afford But their tongues restrain'd from walking Till their harts had ended talking But when their tongues could not speake Loue it selfe did silence breake Loue did set his lips a-sunder Thus to speake in loue and wonder Stella Soueraigne of my ioy Faire triumpher of annoy Stella starre of heauenly fire Stella Loadstarre of desire Stella in whose shining eyes Are the lights of Cupids skies Whose

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