Linguistic DNA - Concept Modelling Demonstrator

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	creature_n	love_v	world_n	3,964	5	5.1111	4	false

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36655	Notes and observations on The empress of Morocco, or, Some few errata's to be printed instead of the sculptures with the second edition of that play	Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Shadwell, Thomas, 1642?-1692.; Crown, Mr. (John), 1640?-1712.	1674 (1674)	Wing D2320; ESTC R414	67,090	90

Grout such Clogging thick indigestible stuff but this is but a tast to stay the Stomach we shall have a more plentifull Mess presently Hold Sir and your unmanly fears remove Morena hâ—re tells the King he is fearfull and unmanly and to speak in the Poets Phrase Like a weak animal of Mortal Race Affronts her Husband to 's face But now to dish up the Poets Broth that I promâ—sed For when we 'r dead and our freed Souls enlarg'd Of Natures grosser burden we are discharg'd Then gentle as a happy lovers sigh Like wandring Meteors through the Air we 'l flie And in our Airy walk as subtil Guests VVe 'l steal into our cruel Fathers Breasts There read theâ—r Souls and track each passions Sphere See how Revenge moves there Ambition here And in their Orbes view the dark Characters Of Sieges Ruins Murders Blood and VVars VVeâ—l blot out all those hideous draughts and write Pure and white forms then with a radiant light Their Breasts encircle till their passions be Gentle as Nature in its Infancy Till soften'd by our Charms their furies cease And their Revenge dissolves into a Peace Thus by our death their Quarrel ends VVhom living we made Foes dead we 'l make Friends If this be not a very liberall Mess I will refer my self to the Stomach of any moderate Guest And a rare Mess it is far excelling any VVestminster White-broth It is a kind of Giblet Porridge made of the Giblets of a couple of young Geese stodg'd full of Metiors Orbes Spheres tract hideous Draughts dark Characters White Forms and Radiant Light and designed not only to please Appetite and indulge luxury but it is also Physical being an approved Medicine to purge Choler for it is propounded by Morena as a Receipt to cure their Fathers of their Cholerick Humours and were it written in Characters as barbarous as the words might very well pass for a Doctors Bill To Conclude it is Porridge 't is a Receipt 't is a Pig with a Pudding in the belly t' is I know not what for certainly never any one that pretended to write sense had the impudence before to put such stuff as this into the mouths of those that were to speak it before an Audience whom he did not take to be all Fools and after that to Print it too and expose it to the examination of the World But let us see what we can make of this stuff For when we r dead and our freed Souls enlarg'd Here he tells us what it is to be dead it is to have our free'd Souls set free Now if to have a Soul set free is to be dead then to have a free'd Soul set free is to have a dead man die Then gentle as a happy lovers sigh They two like one sigh and that one sigh like two wandring Meteors Shall fly through the Air. That is they shall mount above like falling Stars or else they shall skip like two Iacks with Lanthorns or Will with a Wisp and Madge with a Candle And in their Airy walk steal into their câ—uel â—athers Breasts like subtile Guests So that their Fathers Breasts must be in an Airy walk an Airy walk of a Flyer And there they will read their Souls and track the Spheres of their Passions That is these walking Flyers Iack with a Lanthorn c. will put on his Spectacles and fall a reading Souls and put on his Pumps and fall a tracking of Spheres so that he we will read and run walk and fly at the same time Oh! Nimble Iack. Then he will see how Revenge here how Ambition there The Birds will hop about And then view the dark Characters of Sieges Ruines Murders Blood and Wars in their Orbes Track the Characters to their forms Oh rare sport for Iack Never was place so full of Game as these Breasts You cannot stir but you flush a Sphere start a Character or unkennel an Orbe Then weâ—l blot out those hideous Draughts and write Pure and VVrite Forms Now Iack must out with his Pen and Ink and fall a scribling of White Forms with intent I suppose to Conjure the Game Then incircle their Breast with radiant light till their Passions be gentle as nature in its Infancy Now Iack must round the bush with his Lanthorn till the Birds are so dead he may take them up with his hand Or to speak in our Poets Phrase As gentle Nature as in its Infancy Which in the latter end of the Third Act he says was wild savage and strong but I suppose he means as gentle as wild savage and strong things can be as if I should say his Play is as full of sense as a Play all non-sense can be Then soften'd by our Charms their furies â—ease c. Now Iacks sport is at an end and the old people are quiet No wonder they were troublesome when they had all this bustle in their Bellies and now Iack and Madge may go marry But me thinks these are a kind of humour some people both Fathers and Childten that the fathers will not be reconciled nor their Children marry till the Children are become Ignes fatuus's Helena Castor and Pollux's fiery Whirlegiggs and no body knows what By all these Orbes Characters hideous Draughts c. it seems as if our Poet would set up for a Teutonique Philosopher a second Iacob Bhemen and because he is conscious to himself he cannot write any tollerable sense he subtilly wraps up empty and insignificant stuff in big and barbarous Phrase to confound people and make them believe he conceals some notable meaning which they cannot discover But the best of it is all that know our Poet are sufficiently assured he cannot be guilty of so wise a Plot And to Conclude this is the best sense that he can write As this intollerable stuff has had the luck to please some Fools though of them but few So it infinitely pleases Mulylabas who presently cries out Oh! generous Princess whose couragious Breath c. Oh witty Creatâ—re What fine whim whams and Conumdrums hast thou in thy Head And thus he proceeds in his senseless transports The antient world did but too modest prove In giving a Divinity to love A Divinity is a triflling thing Love ought to have been something above a Divinity though what thing that is no body can tell for it has no name neither indeed can there such a thing be yet that thing Love is whether such a thing can be or no and that for this most excellent Reason Love the great power of th' higher world controuls Heaven but creates but love refines our Souls The very Reason that proves directly the contrary for certainly to Create is much more than to Refine but thus does our Poet perpâ—tually argue when he offers at reasoning as if his Brains were turn'd the wrong side outward and the whole world appeared chim cham to him perfectly contrary to what it is Hold your tears Confound my hopes Oh! my presaging

rank of fops thy praise advance To whom by instinct all thy stuff is dear Their loud claps eccho to the Theatre From breaths of Fools thy commendation spreads Fame sings thy praise with mouths of Loggerheads With noise and laughing each thy Fustian Greets 'T is clapt by Quires of empty headed Cits Who have their Tribute sent and Homage given As men in whispers send loud noise to Heaven Thus I have daubed him with his own Puddle And now we are come from Aboard his Dancing Masquing Rebounding Breathing Fleet and as if we had landed at Gotham we meet nothing but Fools and non-sense Sayes the King Wellcome true owner of the fame you bring A Conqueror is a Guardian to a King Conquest and Monarchy consistent are 'T is Victory secures the Crowns we wear An ingenious Speech every Line in it rises and is more foolish than other Wellcome true Owner As if a Man could be a false Owner or have a wrong right to a thing A Conquerour is a Guardian to a King Poor King the Poet makes thee here confess thy self fit to be beg'd for a Fool and so chuse thy Cousin Mulyhamet for thy Guardian But perhaps the Poet has a deeper search in Politiques and would imply that that King who trusts a Subject to Conquer for him makes himself the Conquerours ward and deserves to be beg'd But I doubt both Poet and King are too much Fool to have so wise a meaning The former therefore must be the Poets design and as if he had brought the King before a Court to be tryed whether he could count five tie a Knot and was fit to be beg'd or no he makes him say Conquest and Monarchy consistent are A wise Apothegme implying it is possible for a Monarch to Conquer or a Conquerour to be or to serve a Monarch And the sense rises well too from the former Line In the former he had said a Conquerour is a Kings Guardian or protects a King and here he says he is consistent with a King that is he is a brave fellow and 't is possible for him to be an honest fellow Just as if he had been askt how many are the Five Vowels and he had answered almost five Poor King thou art beg'd there is no saving thy Estate but perhaps the Poet thinks he helps him in the next Line 'T is Victory secures those Crowns we wear Not at all this Line is as silly as any of the rest 'T is Victory secures That is whilst we Conquer we shall not be Conquered and whilst we Conquer we are safe As if he had been asked which was safer to beat or to be beaten and he answers 't is as safe a thing to beat as to be beaten Now let us take the whole Speech together Wellcome Oh! thou owner of thy own Things Conquerour is a brave fellow and guards his King and 't is possible for him to be an honest fellow and for his King and him to agree and whilst we beat others others will not beat us and so we are safer than if we had been beaten Mulyhamet though a Conquerour is Humble and Civil aâ—d to comply with the Kings weakness answers in the same kind of non-sense cunningly I suppose to gain upon him and make him proceed in chusing him his Guardian which yet was his right as being his near Cousin and they have the same Laws you know at Morocco as we have My actions all are on your name enroll'd What it is to Enroll upon Parchment I know but not upon Names Strange kinds of Records they keep in Morocco With burning Ships made Beacons on the Sea He fired Beacons after the Victory Whose very looks so much your foes surprize That you like Beauty Conquer with your Eyes Here he gives Eyes to a Notion Beauty is a thing consists in Harmony features and proportion and to say the Eyes of Beauty is to say the Eyes of Harmony or the Eyes of Proportion that is the Eyes of Tallness and Streightness or the Eyes of evenness and the Eyes of Features that is the Eyes of ones Nose or of ones Mouth But perhaps he means you like a Beauty Conquer c. and then it is an Heroick Epithete to call a Generall a Beauty and tell him he Conquer'd with his Eyes like a pretty Wench No Madam War has taught my hands to aim As in the former Speech he gave Eyes to the Nose so here he makes Hands to aim in another place he makes 'em give a blast Blasted with the hand of Heaven Where me thinks he is very unkind to his Friend Breath to give to Hands what was its proper right I do command you love where I admire Mulyhamet is now absolutely chose Guardian and mighty fond his Ward is of him Though Mariamne's love appear'd before The highest happiness fate had in store Yet when I view it as an Offering Made by the hand of an obliging King It takes new charms looks brighter lends new heat No Objects are so glorious or so great But what may still a greater form put on As Optique Glasses magnifie the Sun Mulyhamet by this Speech seems to be a kind of jeering Companion under pretence of complementing the King and his Sister he abuses them both The King he calls by craft a pittifull Optique Glass a thing to see through and he tells Mariamne that her love seen through that Optique Glass called a King seems to be a greater happiness than it is indeed And that this is the sense of his words the following Lines plainly prove No Objects are so glorious or so great But what may still a greater forme put on As Optique Glasses magnifie the Sun That is though Mariamne's love be the most glorious thing in the World yet there is no Object so great or glorious but what may put on a greater form than it hath as the Sun does by the help of an Optique or Magnifying Glass By this he affirms too that an Optique Glass makes the Sun look bigger than â—t is No other tollerable sense can be made of this Speech for it would be most ridiculous to say no Objects are so great but what may appear almost as great as they are that would be as much as to say no Objects are so great but what may appear pretty great as if it were wonder for great Objects to appear great I wonder what should appear great but great Objects The wonder is that no Object is so great but may seem greater than it is by the help of Art and saying this he speaks sense but then his allusion abuses Mariamne as I said before and affirms an Optique Glass makes the Sun look bigger than it is Such blundring does the Poet make when he endeavours never so little to flie Your Subjects wait with eager Ioys to pay Their Tribute to your Coronation day Tributary Subjects again But the King is beg'd and so they only give him Tribute I suppose he means a small allowance to

maintain him for an acknowledgement Witness these two following Lines Whilst they behold triumphant on one Throne The wearer and defender of a Crown It is something unusual for a Subject to sit on a Throne with a King but it is his Guardian whose authority sways all as it appears by the next words Lead on Mulyh Lead on and all that kneel to you shall bow to me this Conquest makes it due The Kings word of command signified nothing he is but a Cypher and therefore his Protector Mulyhamet gives it but yet to please the King they mock him with a Coronation and have a fine Childish babble at it a dancing Palm-tree which danâ—es to a Consort of Hearts as the Ships did to a Consort of Messengers No Musick like that which Loyalty sings A Consort of Hearts at the Crowning of Kings Loyalty sings Musick and sings a Consort of Hearts This is like singing with anothers mouth for one to sing a Consort and sing the Consort of others There is no such delightfull and ravishing strein As the ecchoes and shouts of long live and Reign Long live and Reign is a most ravishing strein and it is not only a streâ—n but it has shouts and ecchoes It must strain hard to make ecchoes for it is only some Concave Places or Woods that make ecchoes No Homage like that which from Loyalty springs Like that which from is a soft Line for a Song And Loyalty was Musick before now it is Homage as if one could pay Homage with Musick We shall hear of Tributary Fidlers presently sure it seems the King parts with his Crown for a Song No raising of Alters like long live and Reign This long live and Reign is a strange ravishing strein it not only ravishes the Air and makes Ecchoes but Stones and raises Altars It was long live and Reign sure built the Thebaâ— Walls but yet what e're the matter is it ravishes no reasonable Creature Her gentle Breath already from just fame Has kindly entertain'd your glorious name Spoke to in the first Act. Who beyond love can wish a higher state Higher beyond Turns Vassal to a smile a looks disguise As if a smiling look were not a look as well as other sort of looks Fate sets commanding Beauty in their way Beauty that has more God-like power than they Fate sets Beauty in their way that has more power than it here he puts false Grammar for Rhimes sake And Fate sets Beauty in their way which has more power than it self By consequence it is not of fates setting but of its own for without its own consent Fate could never set it if it has more power than fate The Third ACT. 'T is now our Royal Mothers Breath must bind That Sacred tie of Love my King has sign'd And Providence has seald make her but kind THe King has sign'd it and Providence has seal'd it the Deed being sign'd and seal'd how is his Mother to bind all with Breath Is she to set her mark with her Breath Or in Witness that it is sooth is she to bite the Wax with her Tooth for why may not Breath mean Tooth as well as Regal Power c. but perhaps she is to bind all with her Breath that is to deliver the Deed with her Breath that is to puff the Parchment into his Hands This Queen has a strong blast Make her but kind That I suppose is a private ejaculation for it has no dependance on the rest Has lust such Charms Can make her fly to an Adulterers arms Can Lust make her a Whore Can lust make one lustfull can Folly make one a Fool I 'le right her wrongs but Iâ—le conceal her shame This Mulyhamet is an impertinent Fellow he will kill a Man for lying with the Queen though for ought he knows he may be her Husband and lying with her though with her own consent he calls wronging of her and to revenge it he carries away Crimalhaz his Sword under his Coat But meeting the King immediately the King as it is the Nature of Fools to be inquisitive would needs see what Mulyhamet had got and cries Mulyhamet stay What have you there Just Iack Adams like Cudden What have you under your Coat Cudden Some people mistake this Play and think it a Tragedy I take it to be the merryest Rhiming Farce that I ever saw much beyond Mock-Pompey old Simpleton the Smith or any of that Kind But she 's my Mother and I dare not guess But she 's a Woman and I can no less Then start at horrours which my Honours stain The Women are much beholding to the Poet for the good Character he gives them His King can no less than guess his own Mother to be a VVhore because she is a VVoman And starts at horrours which stains his honour How can his horrours stain his Honour Perhaps Horrour or a great Fright might make him stain his Breeches and so it might reflect upon his Honour I 'le make him infamous low and contemned He will disgrace Crimalhaz for lying with his Mother he will tell all the world and make him ashamed of it Yet nothing is so bright but has some scars Men can through Glasses find out spots in Stars He opposes Scars to Brightness And makes his Hero ridiculous Coxcombe that is vext he is not faultless and immaculate Love acts the part of Tributary things As they pay Homage to their Conquerour Our kind embraces are but Offerings Of Tribute to Triumphant Beauties power VVhy does not Love as well act the part of Under-Sheriffs or Bumbayliffs as they pay Fees to the High-Sheriff c. and yet their love did not pay Tribute only offer it Our kind embraces are but Offerings Of Tribute So that their Love did the part of Fumblers act and in their embraces did but offer at it though they liked one another for they mutually offer'd Tribute to Triumphant Beauties power that is he offer'd to her Beauty and she to his Beauty 'T is strange then they should proceed no farther than Offering 'T is Blasphemy to name nay understand What Princes act 'T is Blasphemy to understand a thing This I think is as bold a piece of Settlian non-sense as we have met with yet It is pretty well to say it is â—lasphemy to name what Princes act for if their actions be good to name 'em is to speak well of Princes and yet with him it is Blasphemy that is it is speaking ill of 'em to speak well of 'em But he carries the non-sense farther and says it is Blasphemy to understand he might as well have said it was Fornication or Adultery Know Traytor I am Mother to a King His power subordinate from me does spring That is it is originally her power subordinate and it sprung from her because she is Mother to the King The King and his Power are Twins she gave 'em Birth And why may not his Nurse too put in for a share since she suckled the

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