Selected quad for the lemma: love_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	day_n	great_a	life_n	2,674	5	4.0414	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03505	The crowne of all Homers workes Batrachomyomachia or the battaile of frogs and mise. His hymn's - and - epigrams translated according to ye. originall by George Chapman; Battle of the frogs and mice. English.	Passe, Willem van de, 1598-ca. 1637, engraver.; Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.; Homer, attributed name.	1624 (1624)	STC 13628; ESTC S119240	63,637	206

ne're so great In force and fortitude and high in heat In all which he his Lute tooke and assaid A Song vpon him and so strangely plaid That from his hand a rauishing horror flew Which Phoebus into laughter turn'd and grew Pleasant past measure Tunes so artfull clere Strooke euen his heart-strings his minde made heare His Lute so powerfull was in forcing loue As his hand rul'd it that from him it droue All feare of Phoebus yet he gaue him still The vpper hand and to aduance his skill The vtmost Miracle he plaid sometimes Single awhile In which when all the Clymes Of rapture he had reacht to make the Sunn Admire enough O then his voice would runn Such points vpon his play and did so moue They tooke Apollo Prisoner to his loue And now the deathlesse Gods and deathfull Earth He sung beginning at their eithers Birth To full extent of all their Emperie And first the honor to Mnemosyne The Muses Mother of all Goddesse states He gaue euen forc't too 't by the equall fates And then as it did in Prioritie fall Of Age and Birth He celebrated All. And with such Elegance and Order sung His Lute still toucht to stick more off his tongue That Phoebus heart with infinite loue he eate Who therefore thus did his Deserts entreate Master of Sacrifice chiefe soule of feast Patient of all paines Artizan so blest That all things thou canst doe in any One. Worth fiftie Oxen is th' Inuention Of this one Lute We both shall now I hope In firme peace worke to all our wishes scope Informe me thou that euery way canst winde And turne to Act all wishes of thy minde Together with thy birth came all thy skill Or did some God or God-like man instill This heauenly song to thee Me thinks I heare A new voice such as neuer yet came nere The brest of any either Man or God Till in thee it had Prime and Period What Art what Muse that medicine can produce For cares most curele●●e what inueterate vse Or practise of a virtue so profuse Which three doe all the contribution keep● That Ioy or Loue conferrs or pleasing Sleepe Taught thee the soueraigne facture of them all I of the Muses am the capitall Consort or follower and to these belong The grace of dance all worthie waies of song and euer-florishing verse the delicate Set And sound of Instruments But neuer yet Did anything so much affect my minde With ioy and care to compasse as this kinde Of Song and Play that for the spritely feast Of florishing assemblies are the best And aptest works that euer Worth gaue Act. My powres with admiration stand distract To heare with what a hand to make in loue Thou rul'st thy Lute And though thy yongst howres moue At full art in ould counsailes Here I vow Euen by this Cornell Dart I vse to throw To thee and to thy Mother I 'le make thee Amongst the Gods of glorious degree Guide of Mens waies and Theirs And will impart To thee the mightie Imperatorie Art Bestowe rich gifts on thee and in the end Neuer deceiue thee Hermes as a friend That wrought on all aduantage and made gaine His Capitall obiect thus did entertaine Phoebus Apollo Doe thy Dignities Farr-working God and circularlie wise Demand my vertues without enuie I Will teach thee to ascend my facultie And this Day thou shalt reach it finding me In Acts and Counsailes all waies kinde to thee As one that all things knows And first tak'st seat Amongst th'Immortalls being good and great And therefore to Ioues loue mak'st free accesse Euen out of his accomplisht Holinesse Great gifts he likewise giues thee who fame saies Hast wunn thy greatnesse by his will his waies By him know'st all the powers Propheticall O thou farr-worker and the fates of all Yea and I know thee rich yet apt to learne And euen thy Wish dost but discerne and earne And since thy soule so burns to know the way To play and sing as I doe sing and play Play and perfection in thy play employ And be thy care to learne things good thy Ioy. Take thou my Lute My Loue and giue thou me The glorie of so great a facultie This sweet-tun'd consort held but in thy hand Sing and perfection in thy song command For thou alreadie hast the way to speake Fayrely and elegantly and to breake All eloquence into thy vtterd minde One gift from heauen found may another finde Vse then securely this thy gift and goe To feasts and dances that enamour so And to that couetous sport of getting glory That Day nor Night will suffer to be sory Whoeuer does but say in verse sings still Which he that can of any other skill Is capable so he be taught by Art And wisedome and can speake at euery part Things pleasing to an vnderstanding Minde And such a one that seekes this Lute shall finde Him still it teaches easely though he plaies Soft voluntaries onely and assaies As wanton as the sports of children are And euen when he aspires to singular In all the Mast'ries he shall play or sing Findes the whole worke but an vnhappie thing He I say sure shall of this Lute be King But he whoeuer rudely sets vpon Of this Lutes skill th'Inquest or Question Neuer so ardently and angrilie Without the aptnesse and habilitie Of Art and Nature fitting neuer shall Aspire to this but vtter triuiall And idle accents though sung ne're so lowd And neuer so commended of the Crowde But thee I know O Eminent Sonne of Ioue The fiery Learner of what euer Loue Hath sharpn'd thy affections to achiue And thee I giue this Lute let vs now liue Feeding vpon the Hill-and-horse-fed Earth Our neuer-handled Oxen whose deare Birth Their femalls fellowd with their Males let flowe In store enough hereafter nor must you How-euer-cunning hearted your wits are Boile in your Gall a Grudge too circulare Thus gaue he him his Lute which he embrac't And gaue againe a Gode whose bright head cast Beames like the light forth leauing to his care His Oxens keeping Which with ioyfull fare He tooke on him The Lute Apollo tooke Into his left hand and aloft he shooke Delightsome sounds vp to which God did sing Then were the Oxen to their endlesse Spring Turn'd and Ioues Two illustr'ous Off-springs flew Vp to Olympus where it euer snew Delighted with their Lutes sound all the way Whom Ioue much ioi'd to see and endlesse stay Gaue to their knot of friendship From which date Hermes gaue Phoebus an eternall state In his affection whose sure pledge and signe His Lute was and the Doctrine so diuine Iointly conferd on him Which well might be True Symbole of his Loues simplicitie On th' other part Apollo in his friend Form'd th' Art of Wisedome to the binding end Of his vow'd friendship and for further meede Gaue him the farr-heard fistularie Reede For all these forms of friendship Phoebus yet Feard that both forme and

Into her Lap another that the praise Of an Immortall fashion had in Fame And of your Nation bore the Noble Name His Title Tython who not pleas'd with her As she his louely Person did transfer To satisfie him she bad aske of Ioue The Gift of an Immortall for her Loue. Ioue gaue and bound it with his bowed Brow Performing to the vtmost point his vow Foole that she was that would her loue engage And not as long aske from the Bane of Age The sweet exemption and Youths endlesse flowre Of which as long as both the grace and powre His person entertainde she lou'd the Man And at the fluents of the Ocean Nere Earths extreame bounds dwelt with him but when According to the course of aged Men On his faire head and honorable Beard His first gray hayres to her light eyes apperd She left his bed yet gaue him still for food The Gods Ambrosia and attire as good Till euen the hate of Age came on so fast That not a lyneament of his was grac't With powre of Motion nor did still sustaine Much lesse the Vigor had t' aduance a vaine The virtue lost in each exhausted lim● That at his wish before would answer him All Powrs so quite decaid that when he spake His voice no perceptible accent brake Her counsaile then thought best to striue no more But lay him in his bed and lock his Dore. Such an Immortall would not I wish thee T' extend all daies so to Eternitie But if as now thou couldst performe thy course In Grace of Forme and all corporeall force To an eternall Date Thou then should'st beare My Husbands worthie Name and not a Teare Should I neede raine for thy deserts declinde From my All clouded bitternesse of minde But now the sterne storme of relentlesse Age Will quickly circkle thee that waites ●'engage All Men alike euen Lothsomnesse and Bane Attending with it euery humane ●ane Which euen the Gods bate Such a Penance lies Impos'd on flesh and bloods infirmities Which I my selfe must taste in great degree And date as endlesse for consorting thee All the Immortalls with my opprobrie Are full by this time on their Hearts so lie Euen to the sting of Feare my cunnings vs'd And wiuing conuersations infus'd Into the bosomes of the best of them With women that the fraile and mortall stream Doth daily rauish All this long since done Which now no more but with effusion Of teares I must in Heauen so much as name I haue so forfaited in this my Fame And am impos'd paine of so great a kinde For so much erring from a Goddesse Minde For I haue put beneath my Gyrdle here A Sonne whose sire the humane mortall sphere Giues Circumscription But when first the light His eyes shall comfort Nymphs that hant the height Of Hills and Brests haue of most deepe receit Shall be his Nurses who inhabit now A Hill of so vast and diuine a Brow As Man nor God can come at their Retreates Who liue long liues and eat immortall Meates And with Immortalls in the exercise Of comely Dances dare contend and rise Into high Question which deserues the Prise The light Sileni mix in loue with These And of all Spies the Prince Argicides In well-trymmd Caues their secret meetings made And with the liues of these doth life inuade Or odorous firre Trees or high-forheaded Okes Together taking their begetting strokes And haue tbeir liues and deaths of equall Dates Trees bearing louely and Delightsome states Whom Earth first feedes that Men initiates On her high Hills she doth their states sustaine And they their owne heights raise as high againe Their Growghts together made Nymphs call their Groues Vowd to th'Immortalls seruices and loues Which mens steeles therefore touch not but let grow But when wise Fates times for their fadings know The faire Trees still before the faire Nymphs die The Bark about them growne corrupt and drie And all their boughs falne yeeld to Earth her right And then the Nymphs liues leaue the louely Light And these Nymphs in their Caues shall nurse my Son Whom when in him Youths first grace is begun The Nymphs his Nurses shall present to thee And shew thee what a Birth thou hast by Me. And sure as now I tell thee all these things When earth hath cloth'd her plants in fiue faire springs My selfe will make returne to this Retreate And bring that Flowre of thy enamour'd heate Whom when thou then seest Ioy shall fire thine eyes He shall so well Present the Deities And then into thine owne care take thy Sonne From his calme seat to windie Ilion Where if strickt question be vpon thee past Asking what Mother bore beneath her wast So deare a Sonne answer as I afford Fit admonition nor forget a word They say a Nymph call'd Calucopides That is with others an inhabitresse On this thy wood-crownd Hill acknowledges That she his life gaue But if thou declare The Secrets truth and art so mad to dare In glory of thy fortunes te approue That rich-crownd Venus mixt with thee in loue Ioue fir'd with my aspersion so dispred Will with a wreakefull lightning dart thee dead All now is told thee comprehend it All. Be Master of thy selfe and doe not call My Name in question but with reuerence vow To Deities angers all the awe ye owe. This said shee reacht Heauen where ayres euer flowe And so O Goddesse euer honord be In thy so Odorous Cyprian Emperie My Muse affecting first thy Fame to raise Shall make Transcension now to others Praise The end of the first Hymne to Venus To the same THe Reuerend Rich-crownd and Faire Queene I sing Venus that owes in Fate the fortressing Of all Maritimall Cyprus Where the force Of gentle-breathing Zephire sterde her Course Along the waues of the resounding Sea While yet vnborne in that soft fome she laie That brought her forth whom those faire Howrs that beare The Golden-bridles ioyfully stood nere Tooke vp into their armes and put on her Weed's of a neuer-corruptible weare On her immortall head a Crowne they plac't Elaborate and with all the beauties grac't That Gold could giue it Of a weight so great That to impose aud take off it had set Three Handles on it made for endlesse hold Of shyning Brasse and all adorn'd with Gold Her soft neck all with Carquenets was grac't That stoop't and both her siluer brests embrac't Which euen the Howrs themselues weare in resort To Deities Dances and her Fathers Court. Grac't at all parts they brought to Heauen her graces Whos 's first sight seene all fell into embraces Hugg'd her white bands saluted wishing all To weare her Maiden Flowre in festiuall Of sacred Hymen and to leade her home All to all admiration ouercome With Cytheraea with the violet Crowne So to the black-Browd-sweet-spoke All Renowne Prepare my Song and giue me in the end The victory to whose Palme all contend So shall my Muse for euer honour thee And for