Selected quad for the lemma: love_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	heart_n	let_v	life_n	6,149	5	4.4186	3	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B06391	The unfortunate lady; or, The young lover's fatal tragedy: who lately hang'd her self for the love of a young gentleman, whom her parents would not suffer her to have; but sent her a false letter, that he was marryed, which was the cause of her untimely death. To the tune of The languishing swain. Licensed according to order.		1682-1700? (1700)	Wing U56; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[127]	866	1

The Unfortunate Lady OR The Young Lover's fatal Tragedy Who lately Hang'd her self for the Love of a Young Gentleman whom her Parents would not suffer her to have but sent her a false Letter that he was Marryed which was the Cause of her Untimely Death To the Tune of The Languishing Swain Licensed according to Order I Do not sing of Triumph no Nor of the Blessings here below But of a Loyal Lover's Fall Which is lamented by us all Let loving Parents now attend Vnto this Lesson which I send Cross not your Children dear in Love For fear it should their Ruine prove Too many in this Age we find They are to Riches so enclin'd That they can nothing less behold Tho' Love be better worth than Gold When True Love cannot be enjoy'd How many Damsels are destroy'd As we by true Experience know It having prov'd their Overthrow Some has by burning Fevers fell And some their Sorrows to expell Have sent a fatal bloudy Dart Into their fainting Love-sick Heart Others by Poyson end their days And thus the Lover many ways Can find to ease their Love-sick Pain When they their Wishes can't obtain Among the rest of one I write Her Parents Ioy and Heart Delight Who by them being crost in Love It did a sad Destruction prove Her Heart was linked to her Dear Now when her Friends the same did hear She was with speed to London sent Where she in sorrow did lament She often wrang her Hands and cry'd I am of all my Ioys deny'd No glance of Comfort do's appear While I am banish'd from my Dear Tho' we may for a Season part I do declare he has my Heart To none but him the same I 'll give While I have here a day to live Said she The storm may be blown o'er And Fortune may our Ioys restore Therefore I will with Patience wait But now behold her dismal Fate Her Friends they did a Letter frame That he was Marry'd When it came She with a Sigh said Is it so Then Love will prove my Overthrow She dress'd her self in rich Array And to her Chamber took her way And then her Life she ended there The Grief was more than she cou'd bear Let her Mishap a Warning be To Friends of high and low Degree Cross not your Children here in Love Lest you their utter Ruine prove Printed for I. Blare at the Looking-glass on London-bridge