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	love_v	sin_n	9,337	5	4.8347	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A06703	Micro-cynicon. Sixe snarling satyres Insatiat Cron. Prodigall Zodon. Insolent Superbia. Cheating Droone. Ingling Pyander. Wise Innocent.	Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627, attributed name.	1599 (1599)	STC 17154; ESTC S109774	9,244	42

ether but a Cheating youth Yet Troynouant that all admired towne Where thousands still do trauell vp and downe Of Bewties counterfets affoords not one So like a louely smiling parragon As is Pyander in a Nymphes attire Whose rowling eye sets gazers harts on fire Whose cherry lip black brow smiles procure Lust burning buzzards to the tempting lure What shall I cloake sin with a coward feare And suffer not Pyanders sin appeare I will I will your reason why Ile tell Because time was I loued Pyander well True loue in deed wil hate loues black defame So loathes my soule to seeke Pyanders shame Oh but I feele the worme of conscience sting And summons me vpon my soule to bring Sinfull Pyander into open viewe There to receiue the shame that will ensue Oh this sad passion of my heauie soule Torments my heart and sences do controule Shame thou Pyander for I can but shame The meanes of my amisse by thy means came And shall I then procure eternall blame By secret cloaking of Pyanders shame And he not blush By heauen I will not Ile not burne in hell For false Pyander though I lou'd him well No no the world shall know thy villany Least they be cheated with like rogery Walking the Cittie as my wonted vse There was I subiect to this foule abuse Troubled with many thoughts pacing along It was my chance to shoulder in a throng Thrust to the Channel I was but crowding her I spide Piander in a Nymphes attire No Nymph more faire then did Pyander seeme Had not Pyander then Pyander beene No Lady with a fairer face more graced But that Pyanders selfe himselfe defaced Neuer was boy so pleasing to the hart As was Pyander for a womans part Neuer did woman foster such an other As was Pyander but Pyanders mother Foole that I was in my affection More happie I had it bene a vision So far intangled was my soule by loue That force perforce I must Pyander proue The issue of which proofe did testifie Ingling Pyanders damned villanie I loued indeed and to my mickle cost I loued Pyander so my labour lost Faire words I had for store of coyne I gaue But not enioyde the fruite I thought to haue Oh so I was besotted with her words His words that no part of a she affords For had he bene a she iniurious boy I had not bene so subiect to annoy A plague vpon such filthy gullery The world was nere so drunke with mockery Rash headed Caualeires learne to be wise And if you needs will do do with aduise Tye not affection to each wanton smile Least doting Fancie truest loue beguile Trust not a painted puppet as I haue done Who far more doted then Pigmalion The streetes are full of iugling parasites With the true shape of Virgins counterfets But if of force you must a hackney hire Be curious in your choise the best will tire The best is bad therefore hire none at all Better to go on foot then ride and fall Satyre 6. Wise Innocent Why for an Innocent ho what a pure foole Not so pure asse asse wher wēt you to schoole With Innocents that makes the foole to prate Foole will you any yes the foole shall hate Wisedome what shal he haue the foole at least Prouinder for the Asse ho stalk vp the beast What shall we haue a railing Innocent No gentle gull a wise mans president Then forward wisedome not without I list Twentie to one this foole's some Satirist Stil doth the foole haunt me fond foole be gon No I will stay the foole to gaze vpon Well foole stay still stil shall the foole stay no Then pack simplicitie good Innocent why so Nor go nor stay what will the foole do then Vexe him that seemes to vexe all other men It is impossible streames y t are bard their course Swel with more rage far more greater force Vntill there full stuft gorge a passage makes Into the wide mawes of more scopious lakes Spight me not spight it selfe can discontent My steeled thoughts or breed disparagement Had palefac't coward feare bene resident Within the bosome of me Innocent I would haue housde me from the eyes of ire Whose bitter spleen vomits forth flames of fire A resolute Asse oh for a spurring Rider A brace of Angels what is the foole a briber Is not the Asse yet wearie of his load What with once bearing of the foole abroad Mount againe Foole then the Asse will tire And leaue the Foole to wallow in the mire Dost thou think otherwise good Asse thē be gō I stay but till the Innocent get on What wilt thou needs of the foole bereaue mee Then pack good foolish Asse so I leaue thee FINIS Epilouge to the last Satyre of the first booke THus may we see by folly of the wise Stumble and fall into fooles paradise For iocand wit of force must iangling bee Wit must haue his will and so had hee Wit must haue his will yet parting of the fray Wit was enioynd to carrie the foole away Qui Color albus erat nunc est contrarius albo FINIS