Selected quad for the lemma: love_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	child_n	love_v	wife_n	5,735	5	7.1980	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13485	The pennyles pilgrimage, or The money-lesse perambulation, of Iohn Taylor, alias the Kings Majesties water-poet How he trauailed on foot from London to Edenborough in Scotland, not carrying any money to or fro, neither begging, borrowing, or asking meate, drinke or lodging. With his description of his entertainment in all places of his iourney, and a true report of the vnmatchable hunting in the brea of Marre and Badenoch in Scotland. With other obseruations, some serious and worthy of memory, and some merry and not hurtfull to be remembred. Lastly that (which is rare in a trauailer) all is true.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1618 (1618)	STC 23784; ESTC S118255	31,268	54

the kinde skies for which high Heau'n be thanked Allow'd vs a large Couering and a Blanket Aurora's face gan light our lodging darke We arose and mounted with the mounting Larke Through plashes puddles thicke thinne wet and dry I trauail'd to the Citie Couentry There Maister Doctor Holland caus'd me stay The day of Saturne and the Sabaoth day Most friendly welcome he did me affoord I was so entertain'd at bed and boord Which as I dare not bragge how much it was I dare not be ingrate and let it passe But with thankes many I remember it In stead of his good deedes in words and writ He vs'd me like his sonne more then a friend And he on Monday his commends did send To Newhall where a Gentleman did dwell Who by his name is hight Sacheuerell The Tuesday Iulyes one and twenteth day I to the Citie Lichfield tooke my way At Sutton Coffill with some friends I met And much adoe I had from thence to get There I was almost put vnto my trumps My Horses shooes were worne as thinne as pumps But noble Vulcan a mad smuggy Smith All reparations me did furnish with The shooes were well remou'd my Palfrey shod And he referr'd the payment vnto God I found a friend when I to Lichfield came A Ioyner and Iohn Piddock is his name He made me welcome for he knew my iaunt And he did furnish me with good prouant He offred me some money I refus'd it And so I tooke my leaue with thanks excus'd it That Wednesday I a weary way did passe Raine winde stones dirt and dabling dewie grasse With here and there a pelting scatter'd village Which yeelded me no charity or pillage For all the day nor yet the night that followed One drop of drinke I 'm sure my gullet swallowed At night I came t' a stonie Towne call'd Stone Where I knew none nor was I knowne of none I therefore through the streetes held on my pace Some two miles farther to some resting place At last I spide a meddow newly mowde The Hay was rotten the ground halfe o're-flowde We made a breach and entred horse and man There our pauillion we to pitch began Which we erected with greene Broome and Hay T' expell the colde and keepe the raine away The skie all muffled in a cloud gan lowre And presently there sell a mighty showre Which without intermission downe did powre From tenne at night vntill the mornings foure We all that time close in our Couch did lye Which being well compacted kept vs dry The worst was we did neither sup nor sleepe And so a temperate dyet we did keepe The morning all enroab'd in drisling fogges We being as ready as we had beene dogges We neede not stand vpon long ready making But gaping stretching and our eares well shaking And for I found my Host and Hostesse kinde I like a true man left my sheetes behinde That Thursday morne my weary course I fram'd Vnto a Towne that is Newcastle nam'd Not that Newcastle standing vpon Tine But this Townes scituation doth confine Neere Cheshiere in the famous County Stafford And for their loue I owe them not a straw for 't But now my versing Muse craues some repose And whilst she sleepes I le spowt a little prose In this Towne of Newcastle I ouertooke an Hostler and I asked him what the next towne was called that was in my way toward Lancaster he holding the end of a riding rod in his mouth as if it had beene a Fluit piped me this answere and said Talke on the hill I asked him againe what hee said Talke on the hill I demaunded the third time and the third time he answered me as he did before Talke on the hill I began to grow chollericke and asked him why hee could not talke or tell mee my way as well there as on the hill at last I was resolued that the next Towne was foure miles off mee and the name of it was Talke on the hill I had not trauailed aboue two miles farther but my last nights supper which was asmuch as nothing my mind being enformed of it by my stomacke I made a vertue of necessity and went to breakfast in the sunne I haue sared better at three sunnes many a time before now in Aldersgate streete Creeplegate and new Fishstreete but here is the oddes at those Sunnes they will come vpon a man with a Tauerne bill as sharpe cutting as a Taylors bill of Items A Watch-mans blil or a Welch-hooke falles not halfe so heauy vpon a man besides most of the Vintners haue the law in their owne hands and haue all their Actions Cases Bills of Debt and such Reckonings tried at their owne Barres from whence there is no appeale But leauing these impertinencies in the materiall Sunne-shiee wee eate a substantiall Dinner and like miserable Guestes wee did budget vp the Reuersions And now with sleepe my Muse hath eas'd her braine I 'le turne my stile from prose to verse againe That which we could not haue we freely spar'd And wanting drinke most soberly we far'd We had great store of fowle but 't was foule way And kindly euery step entreates me stay The clammy clay sometimes my heeles would trip One foote went forward th' other backe would slip This weary day when I had almost past I came vnto Sir Vrian Legh's at last At Adlington neere Macksfield he doth dwell Belou'd respected and reputed well Through his great loue my stay with him was fixt From Thursday night till noone on Monday next At his owne table I did dayly eate Whereat may be suppos'd did want no meate He would haue giu'n me Gold or Siluer either But I with many thankes receiued neither And thus much without flatterie I dare sweare He is a Knight beloued farre and neere First he 's beloued of his God aboue which loue he loues to keepe beyond all loue Next with a Wife and Children he is blest Each hauing Gods feare planted in their brest With faire Demaines Reuennue of good Lands Hee 's fairely blest by the Almighties hands And as hee 's happy in these outward things So from his inward minde continuall springes Fruits of Deuotion deeds of Piety Good hospitable workes of Charity Iust in his Actions Constant in his word And one that wonne his honour with his sword Hee 's no Carranto Capr'ing Carpet Knight But he knowes when and how to speake or fight I cannot flatter him say what I can Hee 's euery way a compleat Gentleman I write not this for what he did to me But what mine eares and eyes did heare and see Nor doe I pen this to enlarge his fame But to make others Imitate the same For like a Trumpet were I pleasd to blow I would his worthy worth more amply show But I already feare haue beene too bolde And craue his pardon me excusd to holde Thankes to his Sonnes and seruants euery one Both males and females all excepting none To beare a letter he