Selected quad for the lemma: love_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	call_v	heart_n	spirit_n	2,759	5	4.7175	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A64749	Thalia rediviva the pass-times and diversions of a countrey-muse, in choice poems on several occasions : with some learned remains of the eminent Eugenius Philalethes, never made publick till now.	Vaughan, Henry, 1622-1695.; J. W.; Vaughan, Thomas, 1622-1666. Viri insignissimi et poetarum.	1678 (1678)	Wing V127; ESTC R1483	43,453	114

chance to taste of bloud Their rage which slept stirr'd by that food In furious roarings will awake And fiercely for their freedom make No chains nor bars their fury brooks But with inrag'd and bloody looks They will break through and dull'd with fear Their keeper all to pieces tear The Bird which on the Woods tall boughs Sings sweetly if you Cage or house And out of kindest care should think To give her honey with her drink And get her store of pleasant meat Ev'n such as she delights to Eat Yet if from her close prison she The shady-groves doth chance to see Straitway she loaths her pleasant food And with sad looks longs for the Wood. The wood the wood alone she loves And towards it she looks and moves And in sweet notes though distant from Sings to her first and happy home That Plant which of it self doth grow Upwards if forc'd will downwards bow But give it freedom and it will Get up and grow erectly still The Sun which by his prone descent Seems westward in the Evening bent Doth nightly by an unseen way Haste to the East and bring up day Thus all things long for their first State And gladly 〈◊〉 return though late Nor is there here to any thing A Course allow'd but in a Ring Which where it first began must end And to that Point directly tend Metrum 6 Lib. 4. WHo would unclouded see the Laws Of the supreme eternal Cause 〈◊〉 him with careful thoughts and eyes Observe the high and spatious Skyes There in one league of Love the Stars Keep their old peace and shew our wars The Sun though flaming still and hot The cold pale Moon annoyeth not Arcturus with his Sons though they See other stars go a far way And out of sight yet still are found Near the North-pole their noted bound Bright Hesper at set times delights To usher in the dusky nights And in the East again attends To warn us when the day ascends So alternate Love supplys Eternal Courses still and vies Mutual kindness that no Jars Nor discord can disturb the Stars The same sweet Concord here below Makes the fierce Elements to flow And Circle without quarrel still Though temper'd diversly thus will The Hot assist the Cold the Dry Is a friend to Humidity And by the Law of kindness they The like relief to them repay The fire which active is and bright Tends upward and from thence gives light The Earth allows it all that space And makes choice of the lower place For things of weight hast to the Center A fall to them is no adventure From these kind turns and Circulation Seasons proceed and Generation This makes the Spring to yield us flow'rs And melts the Clouds to gentle show'rs The Summer thus matures all seeds And ripens both the Corn and weeds This brings on Autumn which recruits Our old spent store with new fresh fruits And the cold Winters 〈◊〉 Season Hath snow and 〈◊〉 for the same reason This temper and wise mixture breed And bring forth ev'ry living seed And when their strength and substance spend For while they live they drive and tend Still to a change it takes them hence And shifts their dress and to our sense Their Course is over as their birth And hid from us they turn to Earth But all this while the Prince of life Sits without loss or change or strife Holding the Rains by which all move And those his wisdom power Love And Justice are And still what he The first life bids that needs must be And live on for a time that done He calls it back meerly to shun The mischief which his creature might Run into by a further flight For if this dear and tender sense Of his preventing providence Did not restrain and call things back Both heav'n and earth 〈◊〉 go to wrack And from their great preserver part As blood let out forsakes the Heart And perisheth but what returns With fresh and Brighter spirits burns This is the Cause why ev'ry living Creature affects an endless being A grain of this bright love each thing Had giv'n at first by their great King And still they creep drawn on by this And look back towards their first bliss For otherwise it is most sure Nothing that liveth could endure Unless it's Love turn'd retrograde Sought that first life which all things made Metrum 3. Lib. 4. IF old tradition hath not fail'd Ulysses when from Troy he sail'd Was by a tempest forc'd to land Where beauteous Circe did command Circe the daughter of the Sun Which had with Charms and Herbs undone Many poor strangers and could then Turn into Beasts the bravest Men. Such Magic in her potions lay That whosoever past that way And drank his shape was quickly lost Some into Swine she turn'd but most To Lyons arm'd with teeth and claws Others like Wolves with open Jaws Did howl But some more savage took The Tiger's dreadful shape and look But wise Ulysses by the Aid Of Hermes had to him convey'd A Flow'r whose virtue did suppress The force of charms and their success While his Mates drank so deep that they Were turn'd to Swine which fed all day On Mast and humane food had left Of shape and voice at once bereft Only the Mind above all charms Unchang'd did mourn those monstrous harms O worthless herbs and weaker Arts To change their Limbs but not their Hearts Mans life and vigor keep within Lodg'd in the Center not the Skin Those piercing charms and poysons which His inward parts taint and bewitch More fatal are than such which can Outwardly only spoile the man Those change his shape and make it foul But these deform and kill his soul. Metrum 6. Lib. 3. ALL sorts of men that live on Earth Have one beginning and one birth For all things there is one Father Who lays out all and all doth gather He the warm Sun with rays adorns And fils with brightness the Moon ' s horns The azur'd heav'ns with stars he burnish'd And the round world with creatures furnish'd But Men made to inherit all His own Sons he was pleas'd to call And that they might be so indeed He gave them Souls of divine seed A noble Offspring surely then Without distinction are all men O why so vainly do some boast Their Birth and Blood and a great Hoste Of Ancestors whose Coats and Crests Are some rav'nous Birds or Beasts If Extraction they look for And God the great Progenitor No man though of the meanest state Is base or can degenerate Unless to Vice and lewdness bent He leaves and taints his true descent The old man of Verona out of Claudian Faelix qui propriis aevum transegit in arvis Una domus puerum c. MOst happy man who in his own sweet fields Spent all his time to whom one Cottage yields In age and youth a lodging who grown old Walks with his staff on the same soil and mold Where he did creep

hundred pillars by account Dig'd from the quarries of the Theban mount Here as the Custom did require they say His happy parents dust down he doth lay Then to the Image of his Lord he bends And to the flames his burden strait commends Unto the Altars thus he destinates His own Remains the light doth gild the gates Perfumes divine the Censers up do send While th' Indian odour doth it self extend To the Pelusian fens and filleth all The men it meets with the sweet storm A gale To which compar'd Nectar it self is vile Fills the seav'n channels of the misty Nile O happy bird sole heir to thy own dust Death to whose force all other 〈◊〉 must Submit saves thee Thy ashes make thee rise 'T is not thy nature but 〈◊〉 age that dies Thou hast seen All and to the times that run Thou art as great a witness as the Sun Thou saw'st the deluge when the sea outvied The land and drown'd the mountains with the tide What year the stragling Phaeton did fire The world thou know'st And no plagues can conspire Against thy life alone thou do'st arise Above mortality the Destinies Spin not thy days out with their fatal Clue They have no Law to which thy life is due Pious thoughts and Ejaculations To his Books BRight books the perspectives to our weak sights The clear projections of discerning lights Burning and shining Thoughts man's posthume day The track of fled souls and their Milkie-way The dead alive and busie the still voice Of inlarg'd Spirits kind heav'ns white Decoys Who lives with you lives like those knowing flow'rs Which in commerce with light spend all their hours Which shut to Clouds and shadows nicely shun But with glad haste unveil to kiss the Sun Beneath you all is dark and a dead night Which whoso lives in wants both health and sight By sucking you the wise like Bees do grow Healing and rich though this they do most slow Because most choicely for as great a store Have we of Books as Bees of herbs or more And the great task to try then know the good To discern weeds and Judge of wholsome Food Is a rare scant performance for Man dyes Oft e're 't is done while the bee feeds and flyes But you were all choice Flow'rs all set and drest By old sage florists who well knew the best And I amidst you all am turn'd a weed Not wanting knowledge but for want of heed Then thank thy self wild fool that would'st not be Content to know what was to much for thee Looking back FAir shining Mountains of my pilgrimage And flow'ry Vales whose flow'rs were stars The days and nights of my first happy age An age without distast and warrs When I by thoughts ascend your Sunny heads And mind those sacred midnight Lights By which I walk'd when curtain'd Rooms and Beds Confin'd or seal'd up others sights O then how bright And quick a light Doth brush my heart and scatter night Chasing that shade Which my sins made While I so spring as if I could not fade How brave a prospect is a bright Back-side Where flow'rs and palms refresh the Eye And days well spent like the glad East abide Whose morning-glories cannot dye The Shower WAters 〈◊〉 eternal Springs The dew that 〈◊〉 the Doves wings O welcom welcom to the sad Give dry dust drink drink that makes glad Many fair 〈◊〉 many Flowr's Sweeten'd with rich and gentle showers Have I enjoy'd and down have run Many a fine and shining Sun But never till this happy hour Was blest with such an Evening-shower Discipline FAir prince of life lights living well Who hast the keys of death and hell If the mule man despise thy day Put chains of darkness in his way Teach him how deep how various are The Councels of thy love and care When Acts of grace and a long peace Breed but rebellion and displease Then give him his own way and will Where lawless he may run until His own choice hurts him and the sting Of his 〈◊〉 sins full sorrows bring 〈◊〉 Heav'n and Angels hopes and mirth Please not the mole so much as Earth Give him his Mine to dig or dwell And one sad Scheme of hideous hell The Ecclipse WHither O whither did'st thou fly When I did grieve thine holy Eye When thou did'st mourn to see me lost And all thy Care and Councels crost O do not grieve where e'er thou art Thy grief is an undoing smart Which doth not only pain but break My heart and makes me blush to speak Thy anger I could kiss and will But O! thy grief thy grief doth kill Affliction O Come and welcom Come refine For Moors if wash'd by thee will shine Man blossoms at thy touch and he When thou draw'st blood is thy Rose-tree Crosses make strait his crooked ways And Clouds but cool his dog-star days Diseases too when by thee blest Are both restoratives and rest Flow'rs that in Sun-shines riot still Dye scorch'd and sapless though storms kill The fall is fair ev'n to desire Where in their sweetness all expire O come pour on what calms can be So fair as storms that appease thee Retirement FResh fields and woods the Earth's fair face God's foot-stool and mans dwelling-place I ask not why the first Believer Did love to be a Country liver Who to secure pious content Did pitch by groves and wells his tent Where he might view the boundless skie And all those glorious lights on high With flying meteors mists and show'rs Subjected hills trees meads and Flow'rs And ev'ry minute bless the King And wise Creatour of each thing I ask not why he did remove To happy Mamre's holy grove Leaving the Citie' s of the 〈◊〉 To Lot and his successless train All various Lusts in Cities still Are found they are the Thrones of Ill. The dismal Sinks where blood is spill'd Cages with much uncleanness fill'd But rural shades are the sweet fense Of piety and innocence They are the Meek's calm region where Angels descend and rule the sphere Where heav'n lyes Leiguer and the Dove Duely as Dew comes from above If Eden be on Earth at all 'T is that which we the Country call The Revival UNfold unfold take in his light Who makes thy Cares more short than night The Joys which with his Day-star rise He deals to all but drowsy Eyes And what the men of this world miss Some drops and dews of future bliss Hark! how his winds have chang'd their note And with warm whispers call thee out The frosts are past the storms are gone And backward life at last comes on The lofty groves in express Joyes Reply unto the Turtles voice And here in dust and dirt O here The Lilies of his love appear The Day-spring EArly while yet the dark was gay And gilt with stars more trim than day Heav'ns Lily and the Earth's chast Rose The green immortal BRANCH arose And in a solitary place Bow'd to his father his bless'd face