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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	death_n	heaven_n	life_n	3,792	5	4.2044	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00464	[Orpheus his iourney to hell and his musicke to the ghosts]	R. B., fl. 1595.	1595 (1595)	STC 1060; ESTC S110414	10,667	25

Euridice Shall she attend grim Pluto in his den That was belou'd of Gods admir'd of men Hast thou forgot to loue great Saturnes sonne or didst thou enuie Orpheus in his loue Remember how thy selfe hast been orecum leauing the Synode of the Gods aboue To dote on one whose beautie 's greatest grace May not compare with sweet Euridice face Then in remembrance what thou sometime wert● see the distrest estate wherein I am And if it rest in thee to ease my smart for pitie pitie Orpheus miserie And if she haue not pass'd the Stygian maine Ah call her backe to liue with me againe So shall thy name eterniz'd by my skill be honor'd for this memorable deed And neuer shall my warbling harp be still but euery where thy woorthinesse shall spred Till by my means the world resound thy power And thou shalt bid me cease and sing no more But if it be too late for to recall her and that already she hath pass'd the flood VVhere grieslie Futies fiends and hagges inthrall her whence she can not returne to doe me good Then hence forth shall my strings surcease to sound And I will leaue to sing till shee be found You wofull trees that witnesse of my mones with hanging tops and teare-distilling showes You siluer streams huge hils hand rockes and stones that haue been witnesse to my weary woes Heer all together take your last farewell Your Orpheus goes to seeke his loue in hell And if the griesly furies will attend the mournfull musicke which meane time I le make If Pluto will but suffer the to spend some solemne sonnets for my Loues sweet sake Then haply may the gentle Queene of Dis For pitie sake restore me to my blisse This said he rous'd him from the tender grasse which mourn'd in Sable to heare Orpheus weepe And in a melancholy moode doth passe vnto the place that leads downe to the deep VVhere was innumerable ghostes before Hasting for passage downe to Charons shore And through the yrksome shadow of blacke night he treads the fatall way to loath some hell By many noysome vaultes depriu'd of light where none but. Furies bugs and torturs dwell Vntill he came downe to the Stygian bankes Where as the sillie ghostes attend in rankes There by the shore poore Orpheus sits him down and gins to tune his mournfull instrument Whereas the soules doe flock about him soone to heare the sequell of this strange euent And he with heauie lookes and countenance pale Recites the processe of our former tale Thus quoth he for my Loue haue I for sooke the Thracian fieldes and company of men And for her sake this iourney vndertooke to vgly grim-fac'd Plutoes smokie den Where if I chance to meet with my delight These paynes will be requited with her sight But if I misse of my Euridice and cannot find her out amongst the fields Which the black Iudges of that monarchie vnto such seperated louers yeelds Where they in solitarie passion spend Their weary daies which neuer shall haue end Then will the heauie burthen of dispaire clog downe my vitall spirits to the ground And my poore heart been split in two with care let my poore soule escape that fatall wound And in that heauie plight poore Orpheus shall Quite loose his comfort labor life and all By this bad Charon landed all his freight and set them safe vpon the other shore And with all speed returned thether straight to loade his boate againe and carie more Where when he saw them clustering altogether Gan marueil what new ghost was thē come thether But when he look'd on Orpheus view'd his face and euery circumstance had onely ey'd He told him that hee might not passe that place and to transport him flatlie he deny'd Had not the Poet with a pleasant straine Quench'd the fierce furie of his wrath enflame Then he whose eares inur'd to heare the cries of painfull soules in endlesse miseries Whose concaue feet and fierie flaming eyes fixt on no subject but deformities Amaz'd to heare him stand as one that 's dead Or chang'd to stone at sight of Gorgons head Such was the force of Musickes Arte in him as tam'd this sauage brood of hellish kinde Enchaunted all his bodie lim by lim and turn'd his sauage vnrelenting mind And where before he kept him from his charge Now he entreats him to accept his barge And rowing him ore to the other side curteously helps to conduct him a shore Protesting solemnly vntill that tyde he neuer help'd such passengers before Whence Orpheus looking to the Sulphurish flame and foggy smokes ascending from that pit Oft times repeates his Louers pleasing name wishing himselfe might by her rest and sit Where they with Louers songs and sweet tun'd rime Might spend the course of euerlasting time The came he to the rustie gates of death whereas the tripple headed porter dwels Who being amaz'd for to see him beneath sends from his hollow throat such thundring yels As summon'd all the Furies at his calles To leaues their taskes and haste vnto the walles Now in this place no suceour doeth remayne to helpe him in or rid him out their clawes Saue for to fall vnto his harpe againe and by that meanes breake ope the brazen jawes Of gredie hell that there in darknesse holdes More then large heauen in his compasse folds Then gins the Poet tune his siluer strings whose heauenly harmony had power to mooue Hilles trees and stones beasts birds and other things both men on earth and all the gods aboue To see if it would come to this euent Mongst the black people of this regiment You that doe triumph ouer Deaths successe and in vnbaylable strong bandes detaines The soules of wretched Louers in distresse tormented midst a world of endlesse paines For faire Proserpines sake your louelie Queene Heare me recite my sorrowes yet but greene I That amongst my Ditties woonted was to sing the motion of eternall heauen How all the Planets in their circles passe and at their times make vp their motions euen Must change my stile and taught by proofe to sing Prooue the effect of Loue a fickle thing The solitarie wood which I freqnented wheras the Syluan Gods admit'd my name Both Gods and woods together haue lamented th'v ntimely proofe I tasted of the same And all agreeing in my tune doe sing How Loues effect is an vnconstant thing The whilom desart plaines where nothing grew now fertill by the meanes my musicke made Gin now againe for sorrow to renew their olde accustomable wearie trade And witnesse what a cause I haue to sing How Loues effect is an vnconstant thing I loued Euridice the fairest face that euer heauens eie did looke vpon Or euer sprang from elementall race or euer humaine tence were fixed on Whose timelesse death with teares make Orpheus sing That Loues effect is an vnconstant thing Vnconstant Lasse to him that lou'd thee well made thee Commander of his liues estate To leaue him so and choose

agreed vnto our marriage day And furdred all our Loues pretends with what within their power lay Vntill we had both woo'd and wed Then Fortune snach'd her from my bed And in despight of Loue detaines Euridice within your power And me afflictes with Louers paines which are increasing euerie hower Because she knew not what was bred Within a Louers loyall bed In that inclosure breeds delight the pleasing soule of sweet content Contented best to spend the night in such soule-pleasing merriment As thou canst witnesse well is bred Within a loyall Louers bed Where all Elizian ioyes doe dwell incircled there by Cupids charmes And more delight then I can tell ingendred in a Louers armes Because I tried not what was bred Within a loyall Louers bed But that instinct of Nature tels the hidden pleasure of that place Where more delightsome daliance dwels then in the gazing on her face There are the liuelle pleasures bred That longs vnto a mariage bed Of this faire marke did Orpheus misse and lost the pleasute of that sport Been come vnto the gates of blisse I could not get into the fort For my Euridice was dead Before I could enioy her bed With this the Poet ouer-cloyd with griefe no surther could extend his miserie But with sad teares seem'd to implore reliese to rid him from this wofull extasie At whose sad teares the fearful god did grant That he should haue her with this couenant In all his wearie iourney vp againe hee should no once looke backe vnto his loue But from the speaking to her should resraine vntill he came vp to the world aboue Which if he did then should he all his life Enjoy her bodie as his married wise But if fond jealousie should make him doubt and he looke backe to see his Loues sweet face Before he were from his vast kingdome out and past the fatall limmits of that place Then should his wife be snatch'd away againe And he should nere the like good tutne obtaine Which curtesie the Poet gentlie tooke and with contentment did accept this thing Expecting her with manie a lingring looke the cause that drew him the ther for to sing Till at the length as the grim-God commands Euridice was rendred to his hands But intercourse of speech was there forbidden he might not welcome her with louing words And with a duskie vale her face was hidden that no transparance from her eies affoords He was commanded to eschue the place And she had leaue to follow him apace Thus both together these two Louers goe with this restraint of mutuall conference VVhose sad demeanes the witnesses of woe shew'd discontent but that with patience Men must of force obey the Gods decrees Though they extend vnto their injuries Long thus they traneill'd in this discontent Each wishing of the other to hane sight Vntill their iourney now was almost spent and they might see a glimmering of the light For they were wel-nigh come vnto those bounds That parts Anernus and the vpper grounds Where jealous thought that in a restlesse mind breeds disconted passions mixt with feate Was vrging Orpheus oft to looke behind to see if his Eursdice were there Vntill remembrance of his promise tolde He might not venter for to be so bold Ost was his faltring tongue about to speake and call his sweetest Loue by her sweet name But being halfe afrayd least he should breake the Gods behests and so incurre his shame With much adoe his speaking doth refraine Although God knowes it was vnto his paine But longer can he not forbeare to see if shee did follow him along or no Such was th' effect of burning jealousie that would not let him any further goe Before he had satisfi'd his longing mind In looking if his louer were behind And at the length boldly assayes to trie turning him backe to her whom he so loued When she was snatched from him by and by and from his sight immediatly remooued And he himselfe left to himselfe againe Because he did not from this thing refraine Grieuing to see himselfe thus ouershot and all his labour sort vnto that end Leauing that cursed place he homward got there fullie bending of himselfe to spend The future remnant of his single life In scorne of pleasing Loue or louing wife And in inuectiue Ditties day lie singes th' uncertain pleasure of vnconstant Loue How manie woes a womans beautie bringes and into what extreames this ioy doth shoue Poore foolish men that ere they be awarre Will rashlie ouershoot themselues so fatre There gins he sing of secrete Loues deceites and womens fawning fickle companie The outward golden shew of poysoned baytes that drawes so many men to miserie And for an instance sets himselfe to shew One that had suffred all this pleasing woe VVhose songes did sort vnto such deepe effect as draw mens fancies from thir former wiues VVomens vaine loue beginning to neglect and in the fieldes with Orpheus spend their liues VVith which sweet life they seem'd so well content As made them curse the former time the'ad spent At which the women not a little grieue to see their conquering Captaine thus ore-botne They gin deuise how best they might relieue their fading glorie being almost worne Which by no meanes they hope for to atchieue As long as Orpheus doth remaine aliue VVhich to preuent in solemne wise they cite ●●eir companie together all in in one VVhere euerie busie head will needs indite a meanes how they might get poore Orpheus gone longst whomeat length the oase was thus decid●… that Orpheus of his life should be depriued 〈…〉 Where jealous thought that in a restlesse mind breeds disconted passions mixt with feate Was vrging Orpheus oft to looke behind to se●●f his Euridice were there Vntill remembrance of his promise tolde He might not venter for to be so bold Oft was his faltring tongue about to speake and call his sweetest Loue by her sweet name But being halfe afrayd least he should breake the Gods behests and so incurre his shame With much adoe his speaking doth refraine Although God knowes it was vnto his paine But longer can he not forbeare to see if shee did follow him along or no Such was th' effect of burning jealousie that would not let him any further goe Before he had satisfi'd his longing mind In looking if his louer were behind And at the length boldly assayes to trie turning him backe to her whom he so loued When she was snatched from him by and by and from his sight immediatly remooued And he himselfe left to himselfe againe Because he did not from this thing refraine Grieuing to see himselfe thus ouershot and all his labour sort vnto that end Leauing that cursed place he homward got there fullie bending of himselfe to spend The future remnant of his single life In scorne of pleasing Loue or louing wife And in inuectiue Ditties day lie singes th' uncertain pleasure of vnconstant Loue How manie woes a womans beautie bringes and into what extreames this ioy doth shoue Poore foolish men that ere they be awarre Will rashlie ouershoot themselues so farre There gins he sing of secrete Loues deceites and womens fawning fickle companie The outward golden shew of poysoned baytes that drawes so many men to miserie And for an instance sets himselfe to shew One that had suffred all this pleasing woe VVhose songes did sort vnto such deepe effect as draw mens fancies from thir former wiues VVomens vaine loue beginning to neglect and in the fieldes with Orpheus spend their liues VVith which sweet life they seem'd so well content As made them curse the former time the'ad spent At which the women not a little grieue to see their conquering Captaine thus ore-botne They gin deuise how best they might relieue their fading glorie being almost worne Which by no meanes they hope for to atchieue As long as Orpheus doth remaine aliue VVhich to preuent in solemte wise they cite ●heir companie together all in in one VVhere euerie busie head will needs indite a meanes how they might get poore Orpheus gone Mongst whome at length the oase was thus deci●… That Orpheus of his life should be depriued And thus they all agreed in one consent 〈◊〉 some occasion to procure his end VVhen to the place they flocke incontinent wheras he vs'd his wofull dayes to spend And finding him alone without his traine Vpon him fall they all with might and maine And with confused weapons beat him downe quenching their angrie thirst with his warm blood At whose vntimely death though heauens frowne yet they defend their quarrell to be good And for their massacre this reason render He was an enemie vnto their gender VVhich done to rid him quite out of the way him and his Harpe they into Hebar fling Vpon whose stringes the gliding streames doe play and for his soule lamenting Dirges sing Till to the watrie Oceans greedy wombe They carie him for to go seeke his tombe But then faire heauens in their due regard pittying his end that so had spent his dayes In justice thus his merits do reward vnto their euer memorable praise Thus they determin'd all with one consent For to draw vp his heauenlie Instrument And place it in that Christall monument the euerliuing registrie of fame The golden startie spangled firmament where in remembrance of the Poets name 〈…〉 renue his memorie 〈…〉 date out liues eternitie FINIS