Selected quad for the lemma: heaven_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heaven_n	tear_n	young_a	youth_n	30	3	7.3959	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16648	Anniversaries upon his Panarete continued: With her contemplations, penned in the languishing time of her sicknesse. The second yeeres annivers.	Brathwaite, Richard, 1588?-1673.; Brathwait, Frances, d. 1633.	1635 (1635)	STC 3554; ESTC S119295	16,928	66

ANNIVERSARIES UPON HIS PANARETE CONTINVED With her CONTEMPLATIONS penned in the languishing time of her Sicknesse The second Yeeres ANNIVERS Et novus iste novo dolor astuat ortus ab anno LONDON Imprinted by Felix Kyngston and are to be sold by Robert Bostock at the Kings head in Pauls Church-yard 1635. Anniversaries upon his PANARETE continued LAst yeare I wrote of my deare PANARET To pay my dearest Deare her duest debt But who is Hee knew her and knoweth not How many things I in my Threnes forgot Which should have been exprest but such as wee Who share in griefes fall short in memorie This to supply with teare-distilling eye Still to one Taske I must my selfe apply For wee an Anniversall meane to reare In honour of her vertues ev'ry yeare Where though our Pencyle cannot well set forth The riches of her goodnesse and true worth It shall appeare wee have desire to doe it By th' ceremonious zeale wee beare unto it FIRST in my weekely visit to her shrine I bathe those corps with teares which once were mine Once mine now Earths Nor doe I trust me stay In any superstitious sort to pray For her reposed Soule which being at rest My Prayer would seeme superfluous at best Ye● I s●ould injure her whose boundlesse blisse Is such none can be happier then shee is Yet give me leave to eye her scatt'red dust Which in the resurrection of the just Shall bee united to her better part And re-united never to depart One from another but must joyntly share ●n those choise comforts which eternall are O Earth Earth Earth O triple style of man Earth for from Earth his first beginning came Earth by affection too because heav'ns know What we should hate wee 're most affected to ●arth by his dissolution since hee must ●eturne from whence he came his mother dust Deare Dust whose small●st atoms shall not be train'd through the Crevet of my memorie ●ithout religious reverence I will give ●hese pretious graines for reliques while I live To such as honour her whose vertuous fame Before all Monuments preserves her name In my diurnall sorrowes I doe muse Discoursing as I many times doe use Of this unequall'd Subject those that heare My Scenes of griefe should not afford a teare To ev'ry acc●nt ev'ry trifling toy Sprung from the ashes of consumed Troy Can force distreaming passion though this woe This feined woe were many yeares agoe Yet in that great destruction shew me one Whose losse might really exact our mone By her exemplar vertues as this did Or ever strove to have her worth more hid Some were held faire but they were vicious Others deform'd though they were vertuous Scarce one of that pure temper should we finde Where beauty vy'de with graces of the minde But Mine was faire and good chaste choice and free In all save what she had ingag'd to mee A sacred-secret gage which I still keepe In lieu of Her who now is falne asleepe A Modell of her feature yet I have Which I will carry with me to my Grave And this in private am I wont to eye And view 't from top to toe then set it by Then take it up againe to feed my sight Which cheeres but cannot cloy mine appetite Sometimes opinion does delude conceite And makes me thinke Shee h'as dispenc'd with fate While sweet stolne blushes from her Cheekes appeares Mixt with th' ●lixer of pure Amber teares Which with a carefull hand I wipe the while And she requires me with a winning smile But what are these but fancies that are bred From the distempers of a troubled head Heav'ns blesse me now how melancholly seeme Those shady walkes and that Olympick Greene Where nimble youths their exercises did And yeerely for her sake solemnized With what enwreathings would my Love and I T' encourage young endevours there stand by While with a modest smile Shee 'd deigne to grace The blest Spectators of that happy place Blest by her presence for I freely vow Nought but was gracefull what shee deign'd to doe Oft have I seene her from her Dayry come Attended by her Maids and hasting home To entertaine some Guests of quality Shee would assume a State so modestly Sance affectation as she struck the eye With admiration of the Stander by That Hee who saw her from the Dayry passe Would scarce beleeve her for the same Shee was So well Shee could upon the selfe-same day Both Ci●ile Courtier and the House-wife play But to survey the passage of her life With Offices belonging to a wife A modest Ma●ron and a Courtly Bride Dispencer of a Family beside Heare but a little wha●● I shall relate And you may finde one fit to imitate In th'posture of all goodnesse which may give Example unto others how to live Draw hither then ye Formalists of th'age Who make your life a Progresse to a Stage Your Chambers Tyring-houses where to pray Were such a tedious taske as you delay To take acquaintance of it or decline Your thoughts from heav'n because you have no time For such reserved vowes no more you have Nor can you dainty-Ducks a moment saye For all your pretious Morning-houres are given For you to paint and decke you till eleven And then an houre or two must be the least To jeere your foolish Lover or to feast Or court your amorous ●●inging Favorite With a bare-bathed breast to feed delight And purchase more Spectators but time 's lost Till a Play-bill be sever'd from the Post T' informe you what 's to play then comes your Coach Where numerous light-ones like your selfe approach But where 's Devotion all this while asleepe And for her selfe sole-Centinall may keepe But now you 'r seated and the Musick sound For th' Actors entry pleasures doe abound In ev'ry Boxe sometimes your eye 's on th' Stage Streight on a lighter Object your loose Page Or some phantastike Gallant or your Groome But when this Embleme of your life is done This piece of witty art what doe you then To your sinne-shrouding Coaches streight againe You make repaire where you relate●● bee Of what your Eare did heare or Eye could see Then to a luscious Supper after this To a reere banket or to some quaint dish To move a sensuall slumber and delight But never sate your boundlesse appetite Thus you in painted joyes mis-spend your dayes More to your Suiters than your Makers praise But thinke not Faire Ones that I am too bitter For I doe hold no Recreation fitter Than Morall Enterludes but have a care You doe not make them too familiar For that were to invert a Recreation And by day-practice make it a Vocation Though Some have writ that I doe hate a Scene Their judgements erre nor know they what I meane I 'm no Stage-Stinger nor will ever be But doe preferre a pleasant Comedie Before a Taverne where so many sit To drench downe care without a drop of wit But see th' effect