Selected quad for the lemma: heart_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	believe_v	love_n	see_v	2,286	5	3.2960	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A17882	The third and fourth booke of ayres: composed by Thomas Campian. So as they may be expressed by one voyce, with a violl, lute, or orpharion; Ayres. Book 3, 4	Campion, Thomas, 1567-1620.	1617 (1617)	STC 4548; ESTC S106662	15,441	46

Giue her pride but ●uell No fire is more cru-ell BASSVS 2 Pittie from eu'ry heart is fled Aye me aye me Since false desire could borrow Teares of dislembled sorrow Constant vowes turne truthlesse Loue cruell Beauty ruthl●sle 3 Sorrow can laugh and Fury sing Aye me aye me My rauing g●●● 〈◊〉 I ●u'd too 〈◊〉 a loner The first st●p to madnesse Is the excesse of sadnesse 〈…〉 ARe you what your faire lookes expresse Oh then be kinde From law of Nature they di-gresse Whole forme sutes not their minde Fairenesse seene in th' outward shape is but th' inward beauties Ape BASSVS 2 Eyes that of earth are mortall made What can they view All 's but a colour or a shade And neyther alwayes true Reasons sight that is eterne Eu'n the substance can discerne 3 Soule is the Man for who will so The body name And to that power all grace we owe That deckes our lining frame What or how had housen bin But for them that dwell therein 4 Loue in the bosome is begot Not in the eyes No beauty makes the eye more hot Her flames the spright surprise Let our louing mindes then meets For pure meetings are most sweet CANTVS XVI SInce she eu'n shee for whom I liu'd Sweet she by Fate from me is torne Why a n not I of sence depriu'd Forgetting I was euer borne Why should I lan-guish hating light Bet-ter to sleepe an endlesse night BASSVS 2 Be 't eyther true or aptly fain'd That some of Lethes water write 'T is their best med'cine that are pain'd All thought to loose of past delight O would my anguith vanish so Happy are they that neyther know 〈…〉 I Must complain yet doe en-ioy my Loue She is too faire too rich in louely parts Thence is my grief for Nature while she stroue With all her graces and di-uinest Arts To form her too too beauti-full of hue Shee had no leasure left to make her true BASSVS 2 Should I agrieu'd then wish thee were lesse fayre That were repugnant to mine owne desires Shee is admir'd new louers still repayre That kindles daily loues forgetfull fires Rest iealous thoughts and thus resolue at last Shee hath more beauty then becomes the chast CANTVS XVIII THink'st thou to se-duce me then with words that haue no mea-ning Pa-rats so Nur-ces teach can learne to prate our speech by pie-ces glea-ning their chil-ren so a-bout the time of wea-ning BASSVS 2 Learne to speake first then to wooe to wooing much pertayneth Hee that courts vs wanting Arte soone falters when he sayneth Lookes a-squint on his discourse and smiles when hee complaineth 3 Skilfull Anglers hide their hookes fit baytes for euery season But with crooked pins fish thou as babes doe that want reason Gogions onely can be caught with such poore trickes of treason 4 Ruth forgiue me if I err'd from humane hearts compassion When I laught sometimes too much to see thy foolish fashion But alas who lesse could doe that found so good occasion 〈…〉 HEr fayre inflaming eyes chiefe authors of my cares I prai'd in humblest wife With grace to view my teares They be-held me broad a-wake But a lasse no ruth would take BASSVS 2 Her lips with kisses rich And words of fayre delight I fayrely did beseech To pitty my sad plight But a voyce from them brake forth As a whirle-winde from the North. 3 Then to her hands I fled That can giue heart and all To them I long did plead And loud for pitty call But alas they put mee off With a touch worse then a scoffe 4 So backe I straight return'd And at her breast I knock'd Where long in vaine I mourn'd Her heart so fast was lock'd Not a word could passage finde For a Rocke inclos'd her minde 5 Then downe my pray'rs made way To those most comely parts That make her flye or stay As they affect deserts But her angry feete thus mou'd Fled with all the parts I lou'd 6 Yet fled they not so fast As her enraged minde Still did I after haste Still was I left behinde Till I found 't was to no end With a Spirit to contend TVrne all thy thoughts to eyes Turne al thy haires to eares Change all thy friends to spies And all thy loves to feares True Loue will yet be free Inspite of Iealousie BASSVS 2 Turne darknesse into day Constructures into truth Beleeue what th' enuious say Let age interpret youth True loue will yet be free Inspite of Iealousie 3 Wrest euerylword and looke Racke eu'ry hidden thought Or fish with golden hooke True loue cannot be caught For that will still be free In spite of Iealousie CANTVS XXI IF a-ny hath the he 〈…〉 kill Come rid me of this wo-full paine For while I liue I su 〈…〉 still This cruell torment all in vaine Yet none aliue but one can guesse What is the cause of my distresse BASSVS 2 Thanks be to heau'n no grieuous smart No maladies my limbes annoy I beare a sound and sprightfull heart Yet liue I quite depriu'd of ioy Since what I had in vaine I craue And what I had not now I haue 3 A Loue I had so fayre so sweet As euer wanton eye did see Once by appointment wee did meete Shee would but ah it would not be She gaue her heart her hand shee gaue All did I giue shee nought could haue 4 What Hagge did then my powers forespeake That neuer yet such taine did feele Now shee reiects me as one weake Yet am I all compos'd of steele Ah this is it my heart doth griue Now though shee sees shee 'le not believe 〈…〉 BEauty since you so much desire to know the place of Cupids fire A bout you somewhere doth it rest Yet neuer harbour'd in your brest Nor gout-like in your heele or toe What foole would seeke Loues flame so low But a little higher but a litle higher but a a little higher but a little higher There thereô there lyes Cupids fire BASSVS 2 Thinke not when Cupid most you scorne Men iudge that you of Ice were borne For though you cast loue at your heele His fury yet sometime you feele And where-aboues if you would know I tell you still not in your toe But a little higher but a little higher There there ô there lyes Cupids fire CANTVS XXIII YOur faire lookes vrge my de-sire Calme it sweet with loue If Loue Stay ô why will you re-tire Can you churlish proue may per-swade loues pleasures deare de-ny not Here is a groue se-cur'd with shade O then be wise and flye not BASSVS 2 Harke the Birds delighted sing Yet our pleasure sleepes Wealth to none can profit bring Which the miler keepes O come while we may Let 's chayne Loue with embraces Wee haue not all times time to stay Not safety in all places 3 What ill finde you now in this Or who can complaine There is nothing done attrisse That breedes no man payne 'T is is now flowry May But eu'n in cold December When all these leaues are blowwne away This place shall I remember CANTVS XXIIII FAine would I wed a faire yong man that day and night could please mee When my ●●ler bo 〈◊〉 bo-dy grie-ued that ha●●e powre to ease mee Maids 〈…〉 lo-ging 〈…〉 that b●●ed a bloudlesse sicknesse Oft I haue beene An 〈…〉 I heare men say is one-ly cur'd by quicknesse Many for a 〈…〉 I Hat this foolish 〈◊〉 of mine stra 〈…〉 loaths 〈◊〉 re 〈…〉 dearely loued If to loue be sinne in mee that sinne is 〈◊〉 solued Sure I thinke I shall as last ●●ve to some ho-ly Order Yet I would not solued When I once 〈…〉 set-led there then can I flye no farther As I was by dye a maid be-cause I had a mot●e● one brought forth I woul● bring forth an-other BASSVS FINIS