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	time_n	5,861	5	3.7147	3	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B02508	An excellent sonnet of the unfortunate loves, of Hero and Leander Tune of, Gerards mistris.	Crouch, Humphrey, fl. 1635-1671.	1674 (1674)	Wing C7278; ESTC R216113	1,498	1

An Excellent Sonnet of the Unfortunate LOVES of Hero and Leander Tune of Gerards mistris Hero HOw fares My fair Leander O vouchsafe to speak lest my heart break I banisht am from thy sweet company T is not Thy Fathers anger can abase my love I still will prove Thy faithful friend until such time I Dye Though Fate And Fortune doth conspire to interrupt our love In spight of fate and fortunes hate I still will constant prove And though Our angry friends in malice now our bodies parts Nor friends nor foes nor scars nor blows shall seperate our hearts Leander What voice Is this that calls Leander from her Bower from yonder Tower The eccho of this voice doth sure proceed Hero Leander T is thy Hero fain would come to thee if it might be Thy absence makes my tender heart to bleed but oh This pleasant river Hellisponce which is the peoples wonder Those waves so high doth injury by parting us asunder And though There 's Ferry men good store yet none will stand my friend To waft me o●re to that fair shore where all my grief shall end Leander Hero Though I am thy constant Lover still and ever will My angry Father is thy Enemy He still Doth strive to keep 's asunder now and then poor Ferry men They dare not waft thee over lest they dye Nor yet Dare they convey me unto my dear ●ero now My Fathers rage will not asuage nor will the same allow Be patient Then dear Hero now as I am true to thee Even so I trust thou art as just and faithful unto me Hero Is there No way to stay an angry Fathers wrath whose fury hath Bereav'd his child of comfort and content Leander O no Dear Hero there 's no way that I do know to ease my Woe My days of joy and comfort now is spent You may As well go fame a Lyon in the Wilderness As to perswade my Fathers aid to help me in distress His anger And his River hath kept us asunder long He hath his will his humour still and we have all the wrong Hero T Is not Thy Fathers anger nor this River déep the which shall keep Me from the imbracements of my dearest friend For through This silver stream my way I mean to take even for thy sake For thy dear sake my dearest life I 'le spend Though waves And winds should both conspire mine enemies to be My lov 's so strong I fear no wrong can happen unto me O meet Me in thy Garden where this pleasant River glides Lend me thy hand draw me to Land what ever me betides Now must I make my tender slender arms my Oars help watry powere Yea little Fishes teach me how to swim And all Ye sea-nimphs guard me unto yonder banks I 'le give you thanks Bear up my body strengthen every limb come Leander now prepare thy lovely arms for me I come dear love assist me love I may so happy be But oh A mighty tempest rose and he was drown'd that Tide In her fair sight his hearts delight and so with grief she dy'd But when Her aged Father these things understands he wrings his hands And tears his hoary hair from off his head Society He shuns and doth forsake his meat his grief 's so great And oft doth make the lowly ground his bed O my Leander would that I had dy'd to save thy life Or that I had when I was sad made thee brave Hero's wife It was My trespass and I do confess I wronged thee Posterity shall know hereby the fault lay all in me But since The waves have cast his body on the Land upon the sand Pis Corps shall buried be in solemn wise One grave Shall serve them both and one most stately tomb she 'l make him rome Although her corps be breathless where she lies Ye Fathers Have a special care now whatsoe'r you do For those that parts true loyal hearts themselves were never true Though Fate And fortune cresse poor Lovers sometimes as we know Pray understand have you no hand even in their overthrow H. Crouch FINIS Printed for F. Coles T. Vere and J. Wright