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

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B05886	The slighted maid. Or, The pining lover. With sighs and moans she doth intreat her dear, whilst he seems to be deaf and will not hear; at length his frozen heart begins to melt, being moved with the passion she had felt. To the tune of, I prithee love turn to me.		1640-1700? (1700)	Wing S3994B; ESTC R187147	1,376	2

The Slighted Maid OR The Pining Lover With sighs and moans she doth intreat her Dear whilst he seems to be deaf and will not hear At length his frozen heart begins to melt being moved with the passion she had felt To the Tune of I prithee Love turn to me WAs ever Maiden so scorned by one that she lov'd so dear Long time I have sighed and mourned and still my love will not hear O turn to me my own dear heart and I prithee Love turn to me For thou art the Lad I long for and alas what remedy My Lodging it is on the could ground and very hard is my fare But that Which troubles me most is the unkindness of my Dear O turn to me my own Sweet-heart and I prethee Love-turn to me For thou art the man I long for and alas what remedy O stop not thy ears to the wailings of me a poore harmlesse Maid You know we are subject to failings blind Cupid hath me betraid And now I must cry O turn Love and I prithee Love turn to me For thou art the man that alone can procure my liberty Now canst thou be so hard hearted and cruel to me alone If ever we should be parted then all my delight is gone But ever I cry O turn Love and I prethee Love turn to me For thou art the man that alone art the cause of my misery The second part to the same tune I Le make thée pretty swéet posies and constant I ever will prove I 'le strow thy chamber with roses and all to delight my Love Then turn to me my own dear heart and I prithee Love turn to me For thou art the man that alone can procure my liberty I 'le do my endeavour to please thée by making thy bed full soft Of all thy sorrows I le ease thée by kissing thy lips full oft Then turn to me my own dear heart and I prithee Love turn to me For thou art the man that alone can procure my liberry But thou wilt harden thy heart still and be deaf to my pittifull moan So I must endure the smart still and tumble in straw all alone Whilst still I cry O turn Love and I prithee Love turn to me For thou art the man that alone art the cause of my misery If that thou still do disdain me I never will love the more Thy cruelty shall never pain me for I le have another in store But still I cry O turn Love and I prithee Love turn to me For thou art the man that alone art the cause of my misery By hearing her pittifull clamour the passion of Love he felt He could no longer disdain her his frozen heart it did melt For ever she cried O turn Love and I prithee Love turn to me For thou art the man that alone can procure my liberty He said my Love I will please thée thy heaviness grieves me sore But let not sorrow once seaze thée I never will grieve thée more I le turn to thee my own kind heart dear Love I 'le turn to thee For I am the man that now art come to procure thy liberty I 'le crown thée with garlands of straw then and marry thée with a rush ring My frozen heart it will thaw then and merrily we will sing But ever she cryed O turn Love and I prithee Love turn to me For thou art the man that alone can release my misery Most lovingly he imbrac't her and call'd her his hearts delight And close by his side he plac t her all sorrow was vanisht quite And now she for joy cryed turn Love and I prithee Love turn to me For thou art the man that alone hast releast me of misery FINIS