Selected quad for the lemma: love_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	eye_n	heart_n	love_v	6,089	5	5.7178	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04202	Love in a mist; a loving couple once together met, and changing words, a passion did beget: a mist before my eyes I have, quoth she, what dost thou mean, my boy, to do with me: to the tune of, Hey boys up go we.		1684-1695? (1695)	Wing L3210; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[161]	1,072	1

Love in a Mist A loving Couple once together met And changing words a Passion did beget A Mist before my eyes I have quoth she What dost thou mean my Boy to do with me To the Tune of Hey boys up go we A Thumping lusty Country Lad was tripping o're the Plain And meeting with a hansome Maid some talk did entertain Quoth he thou art exceeding fair thou dost my heart surprize Quoth she I prithee have a care There 's a mist before mine eyes Now is my heart thine own quoth he so beautiful thou art That I must needs thy Captive be I feel such deadly smart Quoth she if thou but Loyal prove I 'le not thy love despise For I am almost fall'n in love With a mist before mine eyes Said he my love it is intire I love thee as my life If thou wilt grant me my desire then thou shalt be my wife Imbracing her he laid her down and just as down she lies I pray thee now my fancy Crown Though a mist's before mine eyes TO work they went immediately he touch'd her to the quick And so did please her Fantasie with this same pritty trick Quoth she that Maid is surely mad that this same sport denies VVhen she meets with a lusty Lad Though a mist's before her eyes Thus kissing and imbracing too upon the Green they lay She cry'd I have not yet my due come let us longer play This is the prittiest kind of Trade that Love did e're devise Sure it is Cupid that hath made This mist before mine eyes A gentle fire within my breast methinks I now do feel The pleasure cannot be exprest no tongue can it reveal But if I were a Maid again I should my self despise 'T is pritty sport I tell you plain Though a mist's before mine eyes My Mother she was much too blame to me so much perswade Never to mind this pleasant Game but still to live a Maid For when she tells me so again her Counsel I 'le despise I cannot see I 'le tell her plain There 's a mist before mine eyes Come let us try the tother touch for I have not enough She that doth at this pastime grutch doth sure mistake the stuff And as he entred then the Fort 't is mighty sweet she crys Oh who would think this pritty sport Casts mists before mine eyes She put this Youngster to his Trumps till he began to blow But up and down she briskly jumps for sometimes 't will be so Quoth she I 'le never after miss such opportunities For this is perfect Lovers bliss With a mist before mine eyes At last he forc'd was to retire which caused her to frown He hop'd that he had cool'd her fire and as he laid her down He thought it would good manners be again to see her rise And thou quoth she hast cured me Of the mistbefomi rene eyes Printed for I. Deacon at the Angel in Guiltspur-street