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	heart_n	know_v	2,574	5	3.3365	3	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04784	The forc'd marriage. Or, vnfortunate Celia. When old fools do a wooing go to those who are young-girls, they court their cruel foes, the old man sees he can't prevail with tongue, but finds t[h]at young ones, love to sport with young: he to the virgins parents makes redress, and doth the n[u]mber of his bags express; which takes away her fathers heart by stealth, he weds her not to him, but to his wealth. VVhich being done, she loaths his weak embraces, and throws herself on ruinous disgraces. Tune, Since Celia's my foe.	Pope, Walter, d. 1714.	1676-1685? (1685)	Wing P2910; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[158]	1,210	1

The Forc'd Marriage Or Vnfortunate Celia When Old Fools do a wooing go to those Who are Young-girls they Court their cruel foes The Old man sees he can't prevail with tongue But finds t●at young ones love to sport with young He to the Virgins Parents makes redress And doth the n●mber of his Bags express Which takes away her Fathers heart-by stealth He weds her not to him but to his Wealth VVhich being done she loaths his weak embraces And throws her self on Ruinous Disgraces Tune Since Celia's my Foe TO what great distress Without hopes of redress I am brought without Thought of a better success Poor Celia's undone And all joys from her gone By her Mate came ill fate which poor she could not shun By Parents unkind And with wealth too much blind Made me marry and miscarry against my own mind I lov'd one before But they thought him too poor They forc'd me and divorc'd me from seeing him more I have now got a man I must love if I can But I fear my first dear I must love now and than If I chance to transgress As I shall you may guess You may shame me not blame me for not loving him less My Husband 's a Sot Deform'd and what not All Day He 's at play with his Nose o're a Pot. Whilst I sit at home Like a poor silly Mome Still crying and dying ti● my dearest doth come WHen my fumbler's in bed has laid down his head He lies with clos'd eyes just though he was dead Why should he repine If I spend store of coyn to assist whom I list in my pleasures to joyn My friends are all mad If at this they grow sad Why did they forbid him that I would have had 'T is a dangerous disease A Young woman to displease Ill matching is catching and is seldom at ease I care not who knows Be they friends or false foes I 'le Delight day and night in spight of their Nose By first Love has my heart And from him I 'le ne'r start though i 'm wed Yet in bed he shall have the best part If my father do chide And his kindnesses hide No anger nor danger my love shall divide My mother does know I have oft told her so The old sot I lov'd not when he first came to wooe 'T is a thousand to one That before I have done I 'le deceive him and leave him to himself all alone I le venture the fame Of a scandalous name Before I 'le give o're to love one of the game I le be happy and poor With the man I adore Since fate makes me hate the old Fop that hath sto●e 'T was the ignorant curse Of for better for worse Did me tye till I die to be true to his purse I le venture my lot And get free from my Sot Young blood does me good now my spirits are hot Let Parents conclude I behave myself rude Their will to fulfil did my reason delude Let each pritty Maid Who hath heard what i 've said take care and beware lest by force she 's betraid Let Parents provide For each daughter a Bride That nothing Of loathing their loves may divide FINIS With Allowance R. L'Estrange By VV. P. Printed for E. Oliver at the Golden-Key on Snow hill neer the Sarazens-head