Selected quad for the lemma: heaven_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heaven_n	earth_n	see_v	world_n	12,890	5	4.5277	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16759	Melancholike humours, in verses of diuerse natures, set downe by Nich: Breton, Gent	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1600 (1600)	STC 3666; ESTC S104806	14,741	46

heauenly comforts neuer will decay We must not thinke in this ill age to thriue VVhere faith and loue are scarcely found aliue Wee must not build our houses on the sands Where euery flood will wash them quite away Nor set our seales vnto those wicked bands Where damned soules their debts in hel must pay Our states must stand vpon a better stay Vpon the rock we must our houses builde That wil our frames from winde water shield Goe bid the world with all his trash farewell And tell the earth it shall be all but dust These wicked wares that worldlings buy and sell The Moath will eate or else the canker ruft All flesh is grasse and to the graue it must This sinke of sinne is but the way to hell Leaue it I say and bid the world farewell Account of pompe but as a shadowed power And thinke of friends but as the sommer flies Esteeme of beauty as a fading flower And louers fancies but as fabled lies Knowe that on earth there is no Paradise VVho sees not heauen is surely spirit-blinde And like a body that doth lacke a minde Then let vs lie as dead till there wee liue Where only loue doth liue for euer blest And only loue the onely life doth giue That bringes the soule vnto eternall rest Let vs this wicked wretched world detest Where gracelesse hearts in hellish sins perseuer And fly to heauen to liue in grace for euer ¶ A solemne conceipt 1 DOTH loue liue in beauties eyes Why then are they so vnlouing Patience in her passion prouing There his sorrowe chiefely lies 2 Liues beliefe in louers hearts Why then are they vnbelieuing Hourely so the spirit grieuing With a thousand iealous smarts 3 Is there pleasure in loues passion Why then is it so vnpleasing Heart and spirit both diseasing Where the wits are out of fashion 1 No loue sees in beauties eyes He hath only lost his seeing Where in sorrowes only being All his comfort wholly dies 2 Faith within the heart of loue Fearefull of the thing it hath Treading of a trembling path Doth but iealousie approue 3 In loues passion then what pleasure Which is but a lunacy Where griefe feare and iealousie Plague the senses out of measure Farewell then vnkindly fancy In thy courses all too cruell Woe the price of such a iewell As turnes reason to a franzy ¶ A straunge A B C. TO learne the babies A B C Is fit for children not for mee I knowe the letters all so well I neede not learne the way to spell And for the crosse before the rowe I learn'd it all too long agoe Then let them goe to schoole that list To hang the lippe at Had I wist I neuer lou'd a booke of horne Nor leaues that haue their letters worne Nor with a fescue to direct mee Where euery puny shall correct mee I will the treuant play a while And with mine eare mine eye beguile And only heare what other see What mocketh them as well as mee And laugh at him that goes to schoole To learne with mee to play the foole But soft a while I haue mistooke This is but some imagin'd booke That wilfull hearts in wantons eyes Doe onely by conceits deuise Where spell and put together proue The reading of the rules of loue But if it be so let it be It shall no lesson be for mee Let them goe spell that can not reede And know the crosse vnto their speede VVhile I am taught but to discerne How to forget the thing I learne ¶ Fie on pride THE hidden pride that lurkes in beauties eyes And ouerlookes the humble hearts of loue Doth nothing else but vaine effectes deuise That may discretion from the minde remoue Oh how it workes in wit for idle wordes To buy repentance but with labour lost While sorrowes fortune nothing else affordes But showres of raine vpon a bitter frost A wicked shadowe that deceiues the sight And breedes an itch that ouerrunnes the hart Which leauing reason in a pitious plight Consumes the spirit with a curelesse smart While wounded patience in her passion cries Fie vpon pride that lurkes in beauties eyes ¶ A farewell to loue FAREVVELL loue and louing folly All thy thoughts are too vnholly Beauty strikes thee full of blindenesse And then kils thee with vnkindnesse Farewell wit and witty reason All betrai'd by fancies treason Loue hath of all ioy bereft thee And to sorrow only left thee Farewell will and wilfull fancy All in daunger of a franzy Loue to beauties bowe hath wonne thee And togither all vndone thee Farewell beauty sorrowes Agent Farewell sorrow patience pagent Farewell patience passions stayer Farewell passion loues betrayer Sorrowes agent patience pagent Passions stayer loues betrayer Beauty sorrow patience passion Farewell life of such a fashion Fashion so good fashions spilling Passion so with passions killing Patience so with sorrow wounding Farewell beauty loues confounding ¶ A ieasting curse FIE vpon that too much beauty That so blindeth reasons seeing As in swearing all loues duety Giues him no where else a beeing Cursed be thou all in kindnesse That with beauty loue hast wounded Blessing loue yet in such blindenesse As in beautie is confounded Euer maist thou liue tormented With the faith of loue vnfained Till thy heart may be contented To relieue whom thou hast pained Thus in wroth of so well pleased As concealeth ioyes confessing Till my paine be wholly eased Cursed be thou all in blessing So farewell and fairely note it He who as his soule doth hate thee From his very heart hath wrote it Neuer euill thought come at thee ¶ A solemne toie IF that loue had beene a king He would haue commanded beauty But hee is a silly thing That hath sworne to doe her duety If that loue had beene a God He had then bene full of grace But how grace and loue are odde T is too plaine a pitious case No loue is an idle ieast That hath only made a woord Like vnto a Cuckoes neast That hath neuer hatcht a bird Then from nothing to conceiue That may any substance bee Yet so many doth deceiue Lord of heauen deliuer mee A displeasure against loue LOVE is witty but not wise When he stares on beauties eyes Finding wonders in conceit That doe fall out but deceit Wit is stable but not staied When his senses are betraied Where too late sorrow doth proue Beauty makes a foole of loue Youth is forward but too fond When he falles in Cupids bond Where repentance lets him see Fancy fast is neuer free Age is cunning but vnkinde When he once growes Cupid-blinde For when beauty is vntoward Age can neuer be but froward So that I doe finde in briefe In the grounds of natures griefe Age and youth and wit doe proue Beauty makes a foole of loue ¶ A farewell to conceipt FAREVVELL conceit Cōceit no more wel fare Hope feeds the heart with humours to no end Fortune is false in dealing of her share

the world was wholly won But soft a while no sooner seene the land But ere they came in kenning of the coast So great a force their fortune did withstand That all the brauery of the birds was lost Some leakt some sanke some so ran on groūd The cages burst and all the birds were drownd But when the eagle heard what was become Of all his flight that flick'red here and there Some sicke some hurt some lame all sūme Or farre from hope or all too neere in feare He stoupt his traine and hung his head so sore As if his heart had neuer burst before ¶ A conceited fancy PVRE colours can abide no staine The sunne can neuer lose his light And vertue hath a heauenly vaine That well may claime a queenely right So giue my mistresse but her due Who tolde mee all these tales of you From heauen on earth the Sunne doth shine From vertue comes discretions loue They both are in themselues diuine Yet worke for weaker hearts behoue So would my mistresse had her due To tell mee still these tales of you But oh the Sunne is in a clowde And vertue liues in sweetes vnseene The earth with heauen is not allow'd A begger must not loue a Queene So must my mistresse haue her due To tell mee still these tales of you Then shine faire Sunne when clouds are gon Liue vertue in thy queenely loue Choose some such place to shine vpon As may thy Paradise approue That when my mistresse hath her due I may heare all this heauen in you ¶ A smile misconstrued BY your leaue a little while Loue hath got a beauties smile From on earth the fairest face But he may be much deceiued Kindenesse may be misconceiued Laughing oft is in disgrace Oh but he doth knowe her nature And to be that blessed creature That doth answere loue with kindnesse Tush the Phoenix is a fable Phoebus horses haue no stable Loue is often full of blindnesse Oh but he doth heare her voice Which doth make his heart reioyce With the sweetenesse of her sounde Simple hope may be abused Heares he not he is refused Which may giue his heart a wound No loue can belieue it neuer Beauty fauours once and euer Though proud enuie play the elfe Truthe and patience haue approued Loue shall euer be beloued If my mistresse be her selfe ¶ An odde humour PVRELY faire and fairely wise Blessed wit and blessed eyes Blessed wise and blessed faire Neuer may thy blisse impaire Kindely true and truly kinde Blessed heart and blessed minde Blessed kind and blessed true Euer may thy blisse renue Sweetely deare and dearely sweete Blessed where these blessings meete Blessed meetings neuer cease Euer may thy blisse encrease Blessed beauty wit and sense Blest in natures excellence Where all blessinges perish neuer Blessed maist thou liue for euer ¶ Awaggery CHILDRENS ahs and womens ohs Doe a wondrous griefe disclose Where a dugge the tone will still And the tother but a will Then in gods name let them cry While they cry they will not die For but fewe that are so curst As to cry vntill they burst Say some children are vntoward So some women are as froward Let them cry them 't will not kill them There is time enough to still them But if pitty will be pleased To relieue the small diseased When the helpe is once applying They will quickly leaue their crying Let the childe then sucke his fill Let the woman haue her will All will hush was hearde before Ah and oh will cry no more ¶ An odde conceipt LOVELY kinde and kindly louing Such a minde were worth the mouing Truly faire and fairely true Where are all these but in you Wisely kinde and kindely wise Blessed life where such loue lies Wise and kinde and faire and true Louely liue all these in you Sweetely deare and dearely sweete Blessed where these blessings meete Sweete faire wise kinde blessed true Blessed be all these in you ¶ A dolefull fancy SORROVV rippe vp all thy senses Neerest vnto horrors nature Taste of all thy quintessences That may kill a wretched creature Then beholde my wofull spirit All in passions ouerthrowne And full closely like a ferret Seize vpon it for thine owne But if thou doe growe dismaid When thou dost but looke on mee When my passions well displaid Will but make a blast of thee Then in griefe of thy disgraces Where my fortunes doe deface thee Tell thy Muses to their faces They may learne of mee to grace thee For thy sighes thy sobbes and teares But thy common badges beene While the paine the spirit beares Eates away the heart vnseene Where in silence swallowed vp Are the sighes and teares of loue Which are drawne to fill the cuppe Must be drunke to deaths behoue Then beholding my hearts swoune In my torments more and more Say when thou dost sit thee downe Thou wert neuer grac't before ¶ An Epitaph vpon Poet Spencer MOVRNFVLL Muses sorrowes minions Dwelling in despaires opinions Yee that neuer thought inuented How a heart may be contented But in torments all distressed Hopelesse how to be redressed All with howling and with crying Liue in a contiuuall dying Sing a Dirge on Spencers death Till your soules be out of breath Bidde the Dunces keepe their dennes And the Poets breake their pennes Bidde the Sheepheards shed their teares And the Nymphes go teare their haires Bidde the Schollers leaue their reeding And prepare their hearts to bleeding Bidde the valiant and the wise Full of sorrowes fill their eyes All for griefe that he is gone Who did grace them euery one Fairy Queene shew fairest Queene How her faire in thee is seene Sheepeheards Calender set downe How to figure best a clowne As for Mother Hubberts tale Cracke the nut and take the shale And for other workes of worth All too good to wander forth Grieue that euer you were wrot And your Author be forgot Farewell Arte of Poetry Scorning idle foolery Farewell true conceited reason Where was neuer thought of treason Farewell iudgement with inuention To describe a hearts intention Farewell wit whose sound and sense Shewe a Poets excellence Farewell all in one togither And with Spencers garland wither And if any Graces liue That will vertue honour giue Let them shewe their true affection In the depth of griefes perfection In describing forth her glory When she is most deepely sory That they all may wish to heere Such a song and such a quier As with all the woes they haue Follow Spencer to his graue FINIS