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

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07025	Hollands leaguer An excellent comedy as it hath bin lately and often acted with great applause, by the high and mighty Prince Charles his Servants; at the private house in Salisbury Court. Written by Shackerley Marmyon, Master of Arts.	Marmion, Shackerley, 1603-1639.	1632 (1632)	STC 17443.5; ESTC S112203	44,590	88

this Diamond Nay doe not wrong me I have sworne you shall Were it as good as that which was made precious By Berenices finger which Agrippa Gave his incestuous sister you should have it What doe you thinke I am an Asse no sir T is he has taught me wit Auto. And you are happy That can be wise by other mens examples Cap. What should I loose my Mistris for a toy Trim. Lead on good brother I am all of a sweat Vntill some gale of comfort blow upon me Exeunt ACT. 3. SCEN. 4. Philautus Fidelio Faustina Fid. YOu see that I have brought you to the treasure And the rich garden of th' Hesperides If you can charme those ever-watchfull eyes That keepe the tree then you may pull the fruit And after glorie in the spoyle of honour Phil. Prethee let me alone with her Fid. I 'll leave you Exit Fidelio Phil. Ladie my preface is to know your name Fau. Faustina Sir Phil. I may be happie in you I have a sister somewhere of that name That in her youth did promise such a feature And hopes of future excellence she had A beautie mixt with maiestie would draw From the beholders love and reverence And I doe ill me thinkes with unchaste thoughts To sinne against her memorie this taske Would I were rid of but I 'll venter Ladie You are not blinde I conceive Fau. No sir I have not Yet seene a thing so strongly sensible To hurt my eye-sight Phil. Then I hope you can Take notice of a Gentlemans good parts Without a Periphrasis Fau. What 's that Phil. A figure Needlesse at this time to explaine my deserts So easie and apparent to be seene Fau. I dare not enuie nor detract where worth Does challenge due relation of respect Nor is my wit so curious to make A glosse or comment on your qualities Phil. T is too much labour 't were a taske would dull The edge of Rhetoricke to describe them rightly Nor would I have them dwell upon your tongue But fixed in your thoughts there let them moue Till they meet in coniunction with your love Nature would boast so sweet a simpathie Fau. I should be sorrie if my understanding Moud in so poore a circle as your praise I have not leisure to take notice of it Is this all you have to say Phil. No I have more But love is slow to dictate to my vowes And yet those sacred and divine impulsions Strike truer then my heart and by his power That has inflam'd me here I sweare I love you Faust. Your oaths and loue are made of the same ayre Both dye in their conception quickly utterd And as easily not beleeued Phil. Nay now you wrong My true intent Faust. Suppose I grant you loue me What would you inferre Phil. That you should speake the like And with the same affection Faust. If your loue Be not a Bawd unto some base desire I doe returne the like Phil. I know not how You may interpret it but sure the law And the command of nature is no basenesse A thing that love himselfe has dignified And in his rapes confess'd the god of loue The greater of the two whō Kings haue stoopt to We are allow'd t' inioy some stolne delights So we be secret in 't for 't is set downe By such as in this art haue skilfull beene W' are not forbid to act but to be seene Faust. Vpon these termes I doe deny you loue me 'T was lust that flatter'd sinne made loue a god And to get freedome for his thefts they gaue Madnesse the title of a Deitie For how can that be loue which seeks the ruine Of his owne obiect and the thing beloued No true loue is a pure affection That giues the soule transparent and not that That 's conversant in beastly appetites Phil. Tell not me of your Philosophicall loue I am a foole to linger womens denyall Is but an easie cruelty and they Love to be forc'd sometimes Faust. Pray know your distance Phi. Come you dissemble and you all are willing Faust. To what Phil. There 's none of you but feele the smart Of a libidinous sting else wherefore are Those baits and strong allurements to intice us Wherefore are all your sleekings and your curlings Crispings and paintings and your skinne made soft And your face smooth with ointments then your gate Confin'd to measure and compos'd by art Besides the wanton petulancy of your eyes That scatter flames with doubtfull motion Vnlesse it were to prostitute your beauty Faust. I 'll giue account for none Sir but my selfe And that I 'll speake before my Virgin Zone Shall be vnti'de by any unchaste hand Nature shall suffer dissolution But what ere others be me thinkes your worth Should not pretend to an ignoble action Phil. Now by this light I thinke you 'll moralize mee Faust. 'T is my desire you should goe better from mee Then you came hither you haue some good parts But they are all exteriour and these breed A selfe conceit an affectation in you And what more odious Some applaud you in it As parasites but wise men laugh at you Will you imploy those gifts that may commend you And adde a grace to goodnesse had you any In the pursuit of vice that renders you Worthy of nought but pittie Phil. I came as to A Whore but shall returne as from a Saint Faust. Then leave to prosecute the foggy vapours Of a grosse pleasure that involves the soule In clouds of infamie I wonder one So compleat in the structure of his bodie Should haue his minde so disproportion'd The lineaments of vertue quite defac'd Phil. I am subdu'd she has converted mee I see within the mirror of her goodnesse The foulnesse of my folly sweet instruct me And I will stile thee my Aegeria Fau. It is a shame that man that has the seeds Of vertue in him springing unto glory Should make his soule degenerous with sinne And slave to luxury to drowne his spirits In Lees of sloth to yeeld up the weake day To wine to lust and banquets Phil. Here 's a woman The soule of Hercules has got into her She has a spirit is more masculine Then the first gender how her speech has fill'd me With love and wonder sweet ladie proceed Fau. I would have you proceed and seeke for fame In brave exploits like those that snatch their honour Out of the talents of the Roman Eagle And pull her golden feathers in the field Those are brave men not you that stay at home And dresse your selfe up like a Pageant With thousand anticke and exoticke shapes That make an idoll of a Looking-glasse Sprusing your selfe two houres by it with such Gestures and postures that a waiting wench Would be asham'd of you and then come forth T' adore your Mistris Fanne or tell your dreame Ravish a ●●sse from her white glove and then Compare it with her hand to praise her gowne Her Tire and discourse of the fashion Make discovery

giue a censure Vpon the lines are sent her has no agents No factors pentioners or Champions Nor has her teares fixt in their Station To flow at her command and so confirme Her perjury not large in her expence nor one That when she is drest will call a conventicle Of young and old to passe their iudgements on her As if her life were gag'd upon the matter Nor carries an Ephemerides about with her To which sh' ascribes your forked destinie Nor is her body crazie neither takes shee Physicke for state nor will rise up at Midnight To eat her Oisters and drinke Wine till lust Dance in her veines and till the house turnes round And shee discerne not 'twixt her head and taile Nor holdeth strange intelligence abroad To furnish her discourse with neither takes shee Her journie once a yeare to 'th Bath nor is So learned as to iudge betwixt your Poets Which of them writes best and fluenst nor yet Is growne an Antiquary to decide Matters in Heraldry she has no fucus To catch your lips like Birdlime nor yet uses Restoratives more then the helpe of nature I 'll speake the noblest words I can of you So many women on a meere report Doe fall in love with men before they see them Trim. Nay when I see her I am sure of her I haue a little hast I am to meet A Countesse at th' Exchange within this houre Besides I haue a Catalogue of businesse If I could thinke on 't so I take my leaue Farewell Gentlemen Autol. Farewell Sir Agur. Farewell sweet M. Coxcombe This Wench I so commended is my daughter And if my skill not failes me her I 'll make A Stale to take this Courtier in a brake ACT. 2. SCEN. 2. Fidelio Faustina Fid. IS there no meanes t' absolue you of your oath The blame on me let the bright day no longer envy the darkenesse that conceales such beauty You are no Votarie and yet force your youth To such a strict and solitary life Which others bound by vow cannot performe I wonder at the temper of your bloud So differing from your Sexe when your old women Doe burne with lustfull thoughts as with a Feaver Yet you goe on in the old track of vertue Now overgrowne with seeds of vice Faust. Sweet heare me It is a penance that I liue reseru'd Because my loue to you was made abortiue But when due time shall perfect in her wombe And bring it forth anew unto the birth I will surrender up my selfe and it To your dispose Let it suffice the while I am no haunter of your publike meetings No entertainer nor no visiter Nor did I euer trust my wandring eyes To view the glittering vanitie of the world Nor euer yet did sit a guilty witnesse To a lascivious and untun'd discourse Sounding to their phantasticke actions Fid. But I must begone favour at your hands And suffer no repulse Faust. What is 't Fid. It may offend you Faust. It shall not Fid. Then know that I have boasted of your beauty Nay more expos'd thy vertues to the triall Faust. You haue not prostituted them on Stalls To haue the vulgar fingers sweat upon them As they doe vse upon your Plaies and Pamphlets Fidel. I am engag'd to bring a Lord to see you Faust. A Lord Fid. And you must use all art for his content With Musicke Songs and dancing such as are The stirrers of hot appetites Faust. Prophane And idle wretch to cast away thy hopes Vpon a Pandarly profession Or didst thou thinke that I could be corrupted To personate a Strumpets dalliance I grieue for thee Be gone henceforth I 'll liue Immur'd for euer as an Anchorist From him and thee since thou hast wrong'd my loue Fid. Mistake me not the difference 'twixt the Poles Is not so great as betwixt me and basenesse Nor is 't a sinister intent to make Your favours stale and common as a drugge Which are so deare to me that both the Indies Are not of equall value to ingrosse But for a noble and peculiar end Faust. This seemes to me a Paradox Fid. 'T is true Faust. If it be so 't is granted speake it free Fid. Then if you please to grant reliefe To my desires take them in briefe I would haue you first expresse All the skill that comelinesse Can invent to make you seeme Faire and pleasant as loves Queene When shee Anchises came to kisse On the Bankes of Simois Call the graces and suborne Them thy beauty to adorne Thy face the table where loue writes A thousand stories of delights Make it all over smooth and plaine But see you shadow it with disdaine Weave a net out of thy haire A subtle net that may ensnare Such fond soules as shall aspire To come neere the holy fire Of thine eyes which were of late By Cupids torch illuminate Vse all the delusiue art That may captiuate his heart Faust. What 's your intent in this Fid. I 'll haue him punisht He casts aspersions of disloyalty On all your sexe and you shall vindicate them When he is plung'd in love irrevocable As conquerd by thy all subduing looke Then you shall binde him to conditions As I shall first instruct you shall redeeme Him from his folly and next cleare your honour Faust. Your will 's a law and shall not be withstood When my ill 's quited with anothers good ACT. 2. SCEN. 3. Agurtes Autolicus Margery Agur. MArgery goe call your Mistris Autol. What is shee Agu. My daughters maid a wench fit for the purpose Cunning as a Whore besides I haue prouided A bed and hangings and a casting bottle And once a day a Doctor to visit her Enter Millescent Milliscent come hither know this gentleman Captaine here lyes our venter this is shee The rich Antomo's daughter the great heire And Neece to the grand Sophies of the City That has beene wood and sued to by great Lords Aldermans sonnes and agents of all sorts Thus we haue spoke thy prayse wench has not seene The man she likes yet but her fortunes may Ordaine her to some better choyce to the making Of some deseruing man which must needs be Trimalchio and no other how lik'st thou her Autol. Hang me so well I thinke you may goe on In a right line she is worthy of a better Few of your moderne faces are so good Agur. That 's our comfort shee may put a good face on 't Milles Let me alone Sir to be impudent To laugh them out of countenance looke skirvy As a Citizens daughter new turn'd Madam Marg. I warrant you Sir my Mistris and I Haue practised our Lirripoope together Agur. Thou must insinuate strange things into her Both of her vertue and Nobility The largenesse of her dowry besides Iewels Th' expected death of her old grand mother That has a blessing for her if she marry According to her minde keepe him at distance Make him beleeue 't is hard to haue accesse And wait the happy houre to