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	truth_n	5,721	5	5.6295	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B00389	Lucans first booke translated line for line, by Chr. Marlovv.; Pharsalia. English & Latin. 1600	Lucan, 39-65.; Blount, Edward, fl. 1588-1632.; Marlowe, Christopher, 1564-1593.; Thorpe, Thomas, 1570?-1635?	1600 (1600)	STC 16883.5; ESTC S94045	11,895	29

ruine all lands else Haue stable peace here wars rage first begins We bide the first brunt safer might we dwel Vnder the frosty beare or parching East VVagons or tents then in this frontire towne We first sustain'd the vproares of the Gaules And furious Cymbrians and of Carthage moores As oft as Roome was sackt here gan the spoile Thus sighing whispered they and none durst speake And shew their feare or griefe but as the fields When birds are silent thorough winters rage Or sea far from the land so all were whist Now light had quite dissolu'd the mysty might And Caesars mind vnsetled musing stood But gods and fortune prickt him to this war Infringing all excuse of modest shame And laboring to approue his quarrell good The angry Senate vrging Grachus deeds From doubtfull Roome wrongly expel'd the Tribunes That crost them both which now approacht the camp And with them Curio sometime Tribune too One that was feed for Caesar and whose tongue Could tune the people to the Nobles mind Caesar said he while eloquence preuail'd And I might pleade and draw the Commons minds To fauour thee against the Senats will Fiue yeeres I lengthned thy commaund in France But law being put to silence by the wars We from our houses driuen most willingly Suffered exile let thy sword bring vs home Now while their part is weake and feares march hence Where men are ready lingering euer hurts ●n ten yeares wonst thou France Roome may be won With farre lesse toile and yet the honors more Few battailes fought with prosperous successe May bring her downe and with her all the world Nor shalt thou triumph when thou comst to Roome Nor capitall be adorn'd with sacred bayes Enuy denies all with thy bloud must thou Abie thy conquest past the sonne decrees To expel the father share the world thou canst not ●nioy it all thou maiest thus Curio spake And therewith Caesar prone ennough to warre Was so incenst as are Eleius steedes With clamors who though lockt and chaind in stalls Souse downe the wals and make a passage forth Straight summon'd he his seuerall companies Vnto the standard his graue looke appeasd The wrastling tumult and right hand made silence And thus he spake you that with me haue borne A thousand brunts and tride me ful ten yeeres See how they quit our bloudshed in the North Our friends death and our wounds our wintering Vnder the Alpes Roome rageth now in armes As if the Carthage Hannibal were neere Cornets of horse are mustered for the field Woods turn'd to ships both land and sea against vs Had forraine wars ill thriu'd or wrathful France Pursu'd vs hither how were we bestead When comming conqueror Roome afflicts me thus Let come their leaders whom long peace hath quail'd Raw soldiours lately prest and troupes of gownes Brabbling Marcellus Cato whom fooles reuerence Must Pompeis followers with strangers ayde Whom frō his youth he bribde needs make him king And shal he triumph long before his time And hauing once got head still shal he raigne What should I talke of mens corne reapt by force And by him kept of purpose for a dearth Who sees not warre sit by the quiuering Iudge And sentence giuen in rings of naked swords And lawes assailde and arm'd men in the Senate T was his troupe hem'd in Milo being accusde And now least age might waine his state he casts For ciuill warre wherein through vse he 's known To exceed his maister that arch-traitor Sylla A brood of barbarous Tygars hauing lapt The bloud of many a heard whilst with their dams They kennel'd in Hircania euermore Wil rage and pray so Pompey thou hauing lickt Warme goare from Syllas sword art yet athirst Iawes flesh with bloud continue murderous Speake when shall this thy long vsurpt power end What end of mischiefe Sylla teaching thee At last learne wretch to leaue thy monarchy What now Scicillian Pirats are supprest And Jaded king of Pontus poisoned slaine Must Pompey as his last foe plume on me Because at his commaund I wound not vp My conquering Eagles say I merit nought Yet for long seruice done reward these men And so they triumph be 't with whom ye wil. Whether now shal these olde bloudles soules repaire What seates for their deserts what store of ground For seruitors to till what Colonies To rest their bones say Pompey are these worse Then Pirats of Sycillia they had houses Spead spread these flags that ten years space haue conquer'd Le ts vse our tried force they that now thwart right In wars wil yeeld to wrong the gods are with vs Neither spoile nor kingdom seeke we by these armes But Roome at thraldoms feet to rid from tyrants This spoke none answer'd but a murmuring buz Th'vnstable people made their houshold gods And loue to Room thogh slaughter steeld their harts And minds were prone restrain'd them but wars loue And Caesars awe dasht all then Lalius The chiefe Centurion crown'd with Oaken leaues For sauing of a Romaine Citizen Steptforth and cryde chiefe leader of Rooms force So be I may be bold to speake a truth We grieue at this thy patience and delay What doubtst thou vs euen nowe when youthfull bloud Pricks forth our liuely bodies and strong armes Can mainly throw the dart wilt thou indure These purple groomes that Senates tyranny Is conquest got by ciuill war so hainous Well leade vs then to Syrtes desart shoare Or Scythia or hot Libiaes thirsty sands This hand that all behind vs might be quail'd Hath with thee past the swelling Ocean And swept the foming brest of Articks Rhene Loue ouer-rules my will I must obay thee Caesar he whom I heare thy trumpets charge I hould no Romaine by these ten blest ensignes And all thy seueral triumphs shouldst thou bid me Intombe my sword within my brothers bowels Or fathers throate or womens groning wombe This hand albeit vnwilling should performe it Or rob the gods or sacred temples fire These troupes should soone pull down the church of Joue If to incampe on Thuscan Tybers streames I le bouldly quarter out the fields of Rome What wals thou wilt be leaueld with the ground These hands shall thrust the ram and make them flie Albeit the Citty thou wouldst haue so ra'st Be Roome it selfe Here euery band applauded And with their hands held vp all ioyntly cryde They'ill follow where he please the showts rēt heauē As when against pine bearing Ossa's rocks Beates Thracian Boreas or when trees bowde down And rustling swing vp as the wind fets breath When Caesar saw his army proane to war And fates so bent least sloth and long delay Might crosse him he withdrew his troupes frō France And in all quarters musters men for Roome They by Lemannus nooke forsooke their tents They whom the Lingones foild with painted speares Vnder the rockes by crooked Vogesus And many came from shallow Jsara Who running long fals in a greater floud And ere he sees the sea looseth his name