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	love_v	see_v	3,469	5	3.3785	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04616	A musicall dreame. Or The fourth booke of ayres the first part is for the lute, two voyces, and the viole de gambo; the second part is for the lute, the viole and foure voices to sing: the third part is for one voyce alone, or to the lute, the basse viole, or to both if you please, vvhereof, two are Italian ayres. Composed by Robert Iones.	Jones, Robert, fl. 1597-1615.	1609 (1609)	STC 14735; ESTC S122017	14,256	53

much loue did worke his liues decay TENOR FAin would I speak but feare to giue offence offence makes mee retire .ii. and in amazement stand still breathing forth .ii. my woes in fruitlesse silence whilst my poore heart is slame by her fairehand by her faire hand Faire hands indeed the guiders of the darr of the dart that from her eyes that .iii were leuelde at my heart BSASVS FAin wold I speake but feare to giue offence makes mee retire .ii. and in amazement stand and .ii. still breathing forth my woes in fruitlesse silence whilst my poore heart is slaine is slaine by her faire hand Faire hand indeed the guiders of the dart the guider of the dart that from her eyes were leueld at my heart ALTVS FAine would I speake .ii. but feare to giue offence makes me retire and in amasement stand still breathing forth .ii. .ii. forth whilst my poore heart is slaine by her faire hand by .ii. faire hands indeed the guiders of the dart that from her eyes that .ii. .ii. were leueld at my heart XIX ROBERT IONES CANTVS IN Sherwood liude stout Robin Hood an Archer great none greater His bow shafts were sure good yet Cupids were much beter Robin could shoot at many a Hart and misse Cupid at first could hit a hart of his hey iolly Robin hoe iolly Robin hey iolly Robin Hood loue finds out me aswell as thee to follow mee .ii. .ii. .ii. to follow me to the green wood 2 A noble thiefe was Robin Hoode Wise was he could deceiue him Yet Marrian in his brauest mood Could of his heart bereaue him No greater thiefe lies hidden vnder skies then beauty closely lodgde in womens eyes Hey iolly Robin 3 An Out-law was this Robin Hood His life free and vnruly Yet to faire Marrian bound he stood And loues debt payed her duely Whom curbe of stricktest law could not hold in Loue with obeyednes and a winke could winne Hey iolly Robin 4 Now wend we home stout Robin Hood Leaue we the woods behind vs Loue passions must not be withstood Loue euery where will find vs I liude in field and towne and so did he I got me to the woods loue followed me Hey iolly Robin BASSVS IN Sherwood XIX ROBERT IONES CANTVS IN Sherwood liude stout Robin Hood an Archer great none greater His bow shafts were sure good yet Cupids were much beter Robin could shoot at many a Hart and misse Cupid at first could hit a hart of his hey iolly Robin hoe iolly Robin hey iolly Robin Hood loue finds out me aswell as thee to follow mee .ii. .ii. .ii. to follow me to the green wood 2 A noble thiefe was Robin Hoode Wise was he could deceiue him Yet Marrian in his brauest mood Could of his heart bereaue him No greater thiefe lies hidden vnder skies then beauty closely lodgde in womens eyes Hey iolly Robin 3 An Out-law was this Robin Hood His life free and vnruly Yet to faire Marrian bound he stood And loues debt payed her duely Whom curbe of stricktest law could not hold in Loue with obeyednes and a winke could winne Hey iolly Robin 4 Now wend we home stout Robin Hood Leaue we the woods behind vs Loue passions must not be with stood Loue euery where will find vs I liude in field and towne and so did he I got me to the woods loue followed me Hey iolly Robin BASSVS IN Sherwood XX. ROBERT IONES CANTVS ITe caldi sos pi ri all freddo core Rompete il ghiaccio che pieta coontente e se preg mortale al ci ēl s'in ten de morte .ii. O mer cè sia fine al mio do lore Morte .ii. O mercè sie fine al 〈◊〉 do lore BASSVS SA ' mor non è che dunqne XXI ROBERT IONES CANTVS SAmor non è the dun que è quel ch'io sento Se buona on de è effette as pro mortale Ma s eg li è a mor per dio che cosa è quae le Sa ' mi a vog li a. ar de Se ri a on de e ' fi dolce og ni tor men tk on de è il piau to el la men to Sa ' mal miogrado il la men tar che va la .ii. O viua morte .ii. O diletto se ma le come puoi tanto in me s'io no'l con sento FINIS BASSVS ITe Calde Sospiri

is it night are they thine eyes that shine are we a lone and here and here and here alone may I come neere may I. ii but touch ii but touch thy shrine is Ielousie a sleepe and is he gone O Gods no more silence my lippes with thine lippes kisses Ioyes haue blessings most diuine 2 O come my deare our griefes are turnde to night And night to ioyes night blinds pale enuies eyes Silence and sleepe prepare vs our delight O ease we then our woes our griefes our cries O vanish words words doe but passions moue O deerest life ioyes sweet O sweetest loue TENOR ANd is it night are they thy eyes that shine are we alone and here alone and here a lone may I come neere may I may I but touch and touch .ii. .ii. thy shrine is iealousie a sleepe and is he gone O Gods no more silence my lips with thine lips kisses ioyes happe blessing most diuine BASSVS ANd is it night are they thine eyes that shine Are we alone and here alone and here a lone may I come neere may I but touch .ii. thy shrine is iealousie a sleepe and is he gone O Gods no more silence my lips with thine with thine lips kisses ioyes hap O blessing m ost diuine ALTVS ANd is it night are they thy eyes that shine that shine are wee alone .ii. and here alone .ii. may I come neare may I but touch but touch but touch thy shrine Is iealousie a sleepe and is he gone O Gods no more silence my lips with thine lips kisses ioyes happe blessing most diuine XII ROBERT IONES CANTVS SHe hath an eye ah me ah me shee .ii. an eye to see .ii. ah me that shee hath too which makes me sigh as louers doe hey hoe hey hoe hey hoe .ii. .ii. ah me that an eye .ii. .ii. should make her liue and mee to die wise mens eyes are in their mind but louers eyes are euer blind 2 She hath a lippe ah ah alas Two lippes which doe themselues surpasse Alasse two lips for kisses Of earthly loue the heauenly blisses hey hoe hey hoe Alasse oh woe that a heauen Should make vs ods that make all euen Ladies kisses are a charme That kill vs ere they doe vs harme 3 She hath a heart ah me ah me A heart she hath which none can see Ah me that I haue none Which makes me sigh yea sighing grone hey hoe hey hoe Hey hoe aye me that I part And liue yet leaue wich her my heart Hartlesse men may liue by loue This she doth know and this I proue TENOR SHe hath an eye .ii. nye me aye me she hath an eye .ii. an eye to see .ii. aye me that she hath two .ii. which makes me sigh as louers doe .ii. as louers doe with hey hoe .ii. with hey hoe alasse that an eye should make her liue and me to die should .ii. to die for wise mens eyes are in the mind but louers eyes are euer blind BASSVS SHe hath an eye .ii. ah me .ii. she hath an eye an eye to see shee .ii. ah mee that she hath too which makes me sigh as louers doe to sigh as louers doe with hey hoe with hey hoe hey hoe .ii. hey ho O that an eye should make her liue and me to die Ladies kisses are a charme .ii. that kill vs ere they doe vs harme ALTVS SHe hath an eye hath an eye ah me ah me she .ii. to see an eye to see ah me that she hath too which makes me sigh as louers doe as .ii. .ii. hey hoe hey hoe hey hoe aye me aye me that an eye that an eye .ii. .ii. should make her liue and me to die .ii. Ladies kisses are a charme .ii. that kill vs ere they doe vs harme XIII ROBERT IONES CANTVS I Know not what ii yet that I feele is much it came I know not when it was not euer yet hurtes I know not how yet is it such as I am pleasd .ii. .ii. though it be cured neuer It is a wound .ii. that wasteth still in woe and yet I would not that it were not so 2 Pleasde with a thought that endeth with a sigh Sometimes I smile when teares stand in my eyes Yet then and there such sweet contentment lieth Both when and where my sweet sower torment lies O out alas I cannot long endure it And yet alasse I care not when I cure it 3 But well away me thinks I am not shee That wonted was these fits as soule to scorne One and the same euen so I seeme to be As lost I liue yet of my selfe forlorne What may this be that thus my mind doth moue Alasse I feare God shield it be not loue TENOR I Know not with .ii. .ii. .ii. yet that I feele is much is much it came I know not when it was not euer it hurts I know now how it is it such yet is it such as I am pleasde .ii. .ii. though it be cured neuer .ii it is a wound that wasteth still in woe still in woe and I yet I would not I wold not that it were not so BASSVS I Know not what .ii. .ii. yet that I feele is much .ii. it came I know not when .ii. it was not euer it hurts I know not how yet is it such .ii. as I am pleasde though it be cured though .ii. neuer It is a wound .ii. that wasteth still in woe and yet I would not that it were not so ALTVS I Know not what .ii. .ii. yet that I feele is much ii came I know not when I know not when .ii. it came I know not when .ii. yet is it such .ii. as I am pleasd .ii. .ii. though it be cured neuer .ii. it is a wound .ii. .ii. that wasteth still in woe yet I would not that it were not so XIIII ROBERT IONES CANTVS GRiefe griefe of my best loues absenting Now O now wilt thou assayle mee I had rather life should fayle mee then endure thy slow for menting life our griefes and vs doe seuer once for euer absence griefe haue no relenting 2 Well be it foule absence spights me So far of it cannot send her As my heart should not attend her O how this thoughts thought delights me Absence doe thy worst and spare not Know I care not When thou wrongst me my thoughts right me 3 O but such thoughts proue illusions Shadowes of a substance banisht Dreames of pleasure too soone vanisht Reasons maimde of their conclusions Then since thoughts and all deceiue me O life leaue me End of life ends loues confusions TENOR GRiefe griefe of my best loues absenting Now O now wilt thou assayle me I had rather life should fayle me then endure thy slow tormenting life our griefes and vs doe seuer once for euer Absence griefe haue no relenting BASSVS GRiefe griefe of my best loues absenting Now O now wilt thou assayle me I had rather life should fayle me then endure thy slow tormenting Life our griefes and vs doe seuer once for euer