Selected quad for the lemma: love_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	beauty_n	fair_a	love_v	2,781	5	5.8271	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09644	Vertues anatomie. Or A compendious description of that late right honorable, memorable, and renowned Bedfordshire lady, the Lady Cheany, of Tuddington. By Charles Pierse	Pierse, Charles.	1618 (1618)	STC 19909; ESTC S102573	34,544	80

support her houses fame A widdow wife and maide confinde in one In all and seuerall states so free from blame That enuy nor the iniurious hand of time Could euer staine or touch with any crime Her thoughts so continent and her chast desires Which neuer rioted in exppense of time Sprung from those true eternall liuing fires Which doth all vertue to it selfe combine Not lightly led nor starting now and then To place new fancies in affecting men But truely kept her selfe vnto her loue Her worthy loue in youth in age in death So constant faithfull true as turtle doue Where her affections gaue no second breath But liu'd in one pure loue and neuer changed In thoughts so firmly knit they neuer ranged Which for the space of almost thirty yeares Did rule alone her house admir d of many Such holy graces in her life appeares Such perfect vertues seldome seene in any A virgin wife a widow maide to be So old in honor yet from folly free Could not her long deceased spouse before Grac'd with so many worthy after loues Nor time nor nature which could argue more Nor any thing from that strict course remoue But still her resolution doth perseuer Inuiolate vnto the first for euer Why then poore pen doest thou attempt so far And canst not touch the riches of her honor Nor nothing neere describe this glorious starre But rather much vnhidden worth take from her The little world of thy poore wit on fire Will rather burne then satisfie desire Yet giue me leaue great Readers to admire Faire imitators of her honors worth Although I cannot satisfie desire Nor set her high desarts and honor forth Accept my will which must remaine your debtor Till time or heau'ns shall grace me to sing better She in whose breast grace such impression tooke That made her time not like a mortall creature Which honors state and dignities forsooke A thing most hard and wondrous strange to nature That vertue should be found for to contemne Such meanes and fortunes as aduanceth them Could grace and vertue natures force expell And breake those lawes wherein she binds too many Could heauenly gifts in such a concord dwell So welbelou'd within the heart of any That in so many daies they should not fall Nor yet be toucht with any crime at all Pure-thoughted Lady which preserues thy soule So cleane from fleshly crimes and carnall pleasures Nor didst consent vnto such actions foule Wherein too many wallow out of measure That inbred sin which neuer leaues the most Till nature's ready to yeeld vp the ghoast One loue thy soule delighted which decease Did liue a fresh in the still vndiuided Two persons ioynd in one makes no release Till both be dead in loue so firmly guided Death parts the body but the soule doth honor In shadie groues to meete so true a louer So constant Lady thou which after death In strengh of yeares to no such bayts did yeeld Gaines fame a second life and longer breath Whose stedfast loue on better ground did build Where palmes of victorie in thy hands are found And lawrell wreaths to girt thy temples round Where thou Diana-like didst lead a life In sacred loue mixt with most chast desire Or like those holy vestalls void of strife Which keepes their honors spotlesse and intire And neuer lookes so true a course they liue To those inchantments which the world doth giue Where purest loue like to the morning dew Sent downe from him which all good gifts infuses Inioyes those rare contents giuen but to few To very few which worldly traffique vses So great and meeke so chast and yet a wife For not a mortals but an Angels life Which onely keeps not from societie Thy person free but quencht those inward fires And from loose thoughts and vaine delights didst flie Hating th'imbracements of vnchast desires And gaue no place to such inticements vaine Which proues the owners losse the actors paine How canst thou then great Lady all forsake So many thousand bayted hopes to see And many great ones little rest to take Whilst thou securely sleeps from dangers free No thy chast bosome neuer lusted so To loose a freind for to imbrace a foe Thou worthy patterne of this wanton age Whose pure affections dispossesseth sin And acts thy part vpon this earthly stage As chast as she whose loue Troy towne did win Oh who would wish more honor in this life Then die a vertuous widow virgin wife Thou mighst haue knit thy selfe in sacred bands With honorable persons in degree In Hymens rites vniting hearts and hands And not haue wrong this first loue being free Oh but thy soule sayes to thy selfe alone That fayth most firme that keeps it selfe to one No friend nor louer since thy bosome smothers But Christ thy Sauiour spouse and husband deare For whose deare sake thou hast forsooke all others How great or rich so e're they liued here And sworne vnto thy selfe and made a vow To serue loue feare and keepe him onely now Oh happy choyse yet man and wife do varry From these pure paths which vnto vertue tends They care not who nor yet how oft they marry For loue of lucre lust or worldy freinds Exchanging oft the better for the worse Who weds a second neuer lou'd the first Such soule respects are so ingrauen in vs First beauty that faire obiect doth allure vs. Then mighty friends in state or meanes doth win vs That from insuing dangers may secure vs But last and greatest is wealth reuenewes riches The which the soules of men so much bewiches Long maist thou liue in thy more happier choise That euerlasting loue which fadeth neuer Long mayst thou with that Bridegroome faire reioice In those triumphing ioyes which lasteth euer Long maist thou honor praise and glory sing Vnto the soueraigne Lord the King of Kings Where thy pure thoughts chast bosome vertuous life Weds thy vnspotted soule to endlesse ioyes Whose loue to that great spouse makes a chast wife And whose rare gifts weake flesh and bloud destroyes Whose outward honors many equals finde But few to match the honor of the minde Why should my striuing pen desire to tell What it by force cannot attaine to know Why should my will against my skill rebell My passions thus ' gainst reasons lawes to show What ardent furies workes within my minde To seeke for that no wit nor toile can finde Oh giue me leaue to breake off thou my Muse I cannot diue so deepe I may be drown'd Then spare my weakenesse and defects excuse Which must retire when it can feele no ground That glorious streame of honor 't is too deepe For my weake braine aboue the waues to keepe But yet her bountie doth inuite my pen That vertue which doth challenge praise with best And vrges my dull hand to write agen Which crownes her with more glory then the rest And makes her name and honor mount the higher With such great grace as makes the

and red But vpstarts now haue tooke that glory from her Most imitate the fashion few the honor But she which for this vertue liues a wonder Lashes not loosly into such extreames But keeps without constraint her greatnesse vnder And with her honor and her state dispneses Fitting her habit euer to her minde Most ciuill modest pure of vertues kinde She decks not out with gawdy ostentation This earthly substance to be gaz'd vpon No new inuentions and disstinguish'd fashion These changing times can tempt her to put on But liues alone makes vertue all her gaine Despising worldly pompe and glory vaine She couets not this popular admiration The which ambitious nations most desire Nor makes her glory this worlds reputation Which sets the heart of men so much on fire Nor stands on honors titles nor renowne Whose broken trust hath cast a number downe 〈…〉 Nor doth she spend her time like some of those In dressing trimming varnishing of beauty Wherein too many doe such trust repose They cleane forget all heauenly loue and duty And spend their deerest howers and sweetest daies In flourishing that faire which soone decaies Nay which is worse a lamentable case Some new complexious and adulterous art They can deuise to paint their fading face And helpe that worke which nature doth impart Whose dambd inuentions seekes to mend that hew Whom heauen at first did make most best and true And pamper vp the flesh in all delights And sooth their pleasures in what they doe craue Which in vaine studies spend whole daies and nights What diet fashion and attire to haue Consuming halfe their time in flattering glasses To idolize that which is dust and ashes Which trim and dresse with artificiall shapes Their painted bodies like to rotten combs And onely but for worldy glory gapes As if they sprung not from corrupted wombs But had some priuiledge both from heauen nature To be adored like Gods not mottall creatures Whose proud ambitious thoughts do swell so high They thinke no mortall worthy to come neere them But they must crouch or kneele submissiuely Their looks and greatnes makes them so to feare them That scarce a furlongs distance will content them f prostrate duty be not done and sent them Nay when they'aue done the best and all they can If grace speech action doth not well adorne him And rarest gesture art can giue to man The 'le hold him for a seruile clowne and scorne him His duty and behauiour comes far short To grace such honors as attends the Court. Yee glorious heau'ns to whom all honor 's due Yee blinde vs not to such strict seruice here So that our hearts be firme vpright and true And your great reuerent name doth loue and feare These outward duties yee did ne're require Which greatest bloods and mightiest men desire Yet there be duties would but true ones serue them That none in humaine iustice can deny For to be giuen to those that best deserue them And keepe their thoughts from mounting vp too high But if they once abuse them dutie flies And flatterers straight doe sooth them vp with lies VVhat will this age come to will it not burst With vice and sinne and split it selfe a sunder Can patient heauens forbeare their lingring curse And not with speedy vengeance quickly thunder Then truth and conscience iustice loue and pitty Fly quickly hence to that eternall citty For here is no respect nor friendship dwelling For any of you clad in pouerty It is ingrost quite vp by all mens telling Within the closset of eternitie Where they doe dwell sithence as little worth Till Christ doth come againe to iudge the earth Art thou a Lady great in birth and honor Art thou of state ranke meanes to equall others Then why should'st thou take any glory from her Or by obscurity thus thy greatnesse smother Is there a better honor bred within thee That from these worldly honors thus can win thee Yet Lady had thy neuer ranging eye Tooke but a viewe of what they might behold How many vanities might they soone descrie Which nature needs not dayly to be sold Where more spent far in superfluitie Then would some nature in necessitie But thou which from these vaine delights didst flie And little knowes the vices of these times Clos'd vp in one roome from societie In better studies and in arts diuine Didst shew thy temperance from all worldly ioyes And those false baytes which many minds annoyes Thus didst thou spend thy pretious howers and time In reading vertuous and most sacred bookes And truly seruing of the powers diuine Nor to these worldly vanities once lookes Wherewith thou hadst continuall warre and strife Which crownes thee such a meritorious wife Her senses were not organs vnto folly Nor conducts to receiue in vanitie These outward entrances she kept more holy And not expos'd to worldly amitie But for heauens zeale and glory stopt those sluces And bars the passage which might cause abuses Nor did her eares itch after nouelties Nor yet inquisitiue was in curious matters But ere restraine those powers and faculties From smoth tongud Gnatoes which are vs'd to flatter Whose whispring tōgues if that they once come neer thē Will strait infect them if they deigne to heare them And like to hony drop into their eares That poyson which soone swell ambitious spirits That nothing else they doe desire to heare But their owne praises honors worth and merits And rockt asleepe in their securitie Make themselues equall to the deitie Oh had but great men or great princes courts Bene free from this how happy had they bin Such treasons massacres and plots of sundry sorts None had contriu'd to snare the mighty in They might haue stept securely without feares Had not this rancker crept into their eares Oh snare to honor stayne to noble blood Thou great disease obsequious adulation Which Vulter-like doest feede vppon the good And preys vppon them in so faire a fashion That thou doest bite by fawning kil'st by smiling Strangl'st by loue and by most trust beguiling But she which loues not no such Sirens singing Doth tune far better musick to her minde And knowes those rare contents cōforts bringing With all those ioyes which those that proue them finde Whilst many cares and troubles vext their spirits Which hunt for praise and glorie vaine inherits And waste their bodies and their soules together To compasse here this windy blast of praise Which hauing got they haue but caught a feather And like to smoake and vapours soone decaies But those whom truest fame and vertue raises Ne're luls themselues a sleepe with their owne prayses Pardon great Lady my vnworthy quill That it should doe thy name and honor wrong And looke not to my art but to my will Which more affords then can be told with tongue What learning wants let something else supply I know his pitch is for my reatch to high She that did liue so long and rule alone And fairely did