Selected quad for the lemma: love_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	life_n	love_v	soul_n	10,287	5	5.1411	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15642	Fidelia. Newly corrected and augmented, by George Withers of Lincolnes Inne Gentleman	Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1619 (1619)	STC 25907; ESTC S120231	23,315	60

of wealth may not dissolue this knot For though some such preposterous courses wend Prescribing to themselues no other end Marr'age was not ordain'd t' enrich men by Vnlesse it were in their posterity And he that doth for other causes wed Ner'e knowes the true sweetes of a marriage bed Nor shall he by my will for 't is vnfit He should haue blisse that neuer aym'd at it Though that bewitching gold the Rabble blinds And is the obiect of the Vulgar minds Yet those me thinks that graced seeme to bee With so much good as doth appeare in thee Should scorne their better taught desires to tye To that which fooles do get their honour by I can like of the wealth I must confesse Yet more I prize the man though mony-Iesse I am not of their humor yet that can For Title or Estate affect a Man Or of myselfe one body deigne to make With him I loath for his possessions sake Nor wish I euer to haue that minde bred In me that is in those who when they wed Thinke it enough they do attaine the grace Of some new honour to fare well take place Weare costly clothes in others sights agree Or happy in opinion seeme to bee I weigh not this for were I sure before Of Spencers wealth or our rich Suttons store Had I therewith a man whom Nature lent Person enough to giue the eye content If I no outward due nor right did want Which the best husbands in appearance grant Nay though alone we had no priuate iarres But merry liu'd from all domestick cares Vnlesse I thought his Nature so incline That it might also sympathize with mine And yeeld such correspondence with my mind Our soules might mutually contentment find By adding vnto these which went before Some certaine vnexpressed pleasures more Such as exceed the streight and curb'd dimensions Of common minds and vulgar apprehensions I would not care for such a match but tarry In this estate I am and neuer marry Such were the sweets I hop'd to haue possest When Fortune should with thee haue made me blest My heart could hardly thinke of that content To apprehend it without rauishment Each word of thine me-thought was to my eares More pleasing then that musick which the Spheares They say do make the Gods when in their chime Their motions Diapason with the time In my conceit the opening of thy eye Seem'd to giue light to euery obiect by And shed a kinde of life vnto my shew In euery thing that was within it view More ioy I 'ue felt to haue thee but in place Then many doe in the most close embrace Of their beloved'st friend which well doth proue Not to thy body onely tends my loue But mounting a true height growes so diuine It makes my soule to fall in loue with thine And sure now whatsoer'e thy body do Thy soule loues mine and oft they visit too For late I dream'd they went I know not whither Vnlesse to Heauen and there play'd together And to this day I nere could know or see 'Twixt them or vs the least Antipathy Then what should make thee keepe thy person hence Or leaue to loue or hold it in suspence If to offend thee I vnwares was driuen Is 't such a fault as may not be forgiuen Or if by frownes of Fate I haue beene checke So that I seeme not worth thy first respect Shall I be therefore blamed and vpbraided With what could not be holpen nor auoyded T is not my fault yet cause my Fortunes doe Wilt thou be so vnkinde to wrong me too Not vnto Thine but thee I set my heart So nought can wipe my loue out while thou art Though thou wert poorer both of house and meat Then he that knowes not where to sleepe or eat Though thou wert sunke into obscuritie Become an abiect in the worlds proud eye Though by peruersnesse of thy Fortune crost Thou wert deformed or some limbe had'st lost That loue which Admiration first begot Pitty would strengthen that it failed not Yea I should loue thee still and without blame As long as thou couldst keepe thy minde the same Which is of Vertues so compact I take it No mortall change shall haue the power to shake it This may and will I know seeme strange to those That cannot the Abyss of loue disclose Nor must they thinke whom but the out-side moues Euer to apprehend such noble Loues Or more coniecture their vnsounded measure Then can we mortals of immortall pleasure Then let not those dull vnconceiuing braines Who shall hereafter come to read these straines Suppose that no loues fire can be so great Because it giues not their cold Clime such heat Or thinke m'inuention could haue reached here Vnto such thoughts vnlesse such loue there were For then they shall but shew their knowledge weake And iniure me that feele of what I speake But now my lines grow tedious like my wrong And as I thought that thou thinkst this too long Or some may deeme I thrust my selfe into More then beseemeth modesty to do But of the difference I am not vnwitting Betwixt a peeuish coynes and things vnfitting Nothing respect I who pries ore my doing For here 's no vaine allurements nor fond wooing To traine some wanton stranger to my lure But with a thought that 's honest chaste and pure I make my cause vnto thy conscience knowne Suing for that which is by right my owne In which complaint if thou do hap to finde Any such word as seemes to be vnkinde Mistake me not it but from Passion sprung And not from an intent to do thee wrong Or if among these doubts my sad thoughts breed Some peraduenture may be more than need They are to let thee know might we dispute There 's no obiections but I could refute And spight of Enuy such defences make Thou shouldst embrace that loue thou dost forsake Then do not oh forgetfull man now deeme That 't is ought else then I haue made it seeme Or that I am vnto this Passion mou'd Because I cannot else-where be belou'd Or that it is thy state whose greatnesse knowne Makes me become a sutor for my owne Suppose not so for know this day there be Some that wooe hard for what I offer thee And I haue euer yet contented bin With that estate I first was placed in Banish those thoughts and turne thee to my heart Come once againe and be what once thou wert Reviue me by those wonted ioyes repairing That am nigh dead with sorrowes and despairing So shall the memory of this annoy But adde more sweetnesse to my future ioy Yea make me thinke thou meantst not to deny me But onely wert estranged thus to try me And lastly for that loues sake thou once bar'st me By that right hand thou gau'st hat oath thou swar'st me By all the Passions and if any be For her deere sake that makes thee iniure me I here coniure thee no intreat and sue That if

joy so prized nor no jewell dearer Nay I doe feare I did Idolatrize For which Heavens wrath inflicts these miseries And makes the things which it for blessings sent To be renewers of my discontent Where was there any of the Naiades The Dryades or the Hamadryades Which of the Brittish shires can yeeld againe A mistresse of the Spring or Wood or Plaine Whose eye enioy'd more sweet contents then mine Till I receiu'd my ouerthrow by thine Where 's she did more delight in Springs and Rils Where 's she that walk'd more Groues or Downes or Hils Or could by such faire artlesse prospects more Adde by conceit to her contentments store Then I whilst thou wert true and with thy Gracēs Didst giue a pleasing presence to those places But now What is What was hath ouerthrowne My Rose-deckt allies now with Rue are strowne And from those flowers that honied vse to be I sucke nought now but iuyce to poyson me For eu'n as she whose gentle spirit can rise To apprehend Loues noble mysteries Spying a precious Iewell richly set Shine in some corner of her Cabinet Taketh delight at first to gaze vpon The pretty lustre of the sparkling stone And pleas'd in minde by that doth seeme to see How vertue shines through base obscuritie But prying neerer seeing it doth proue Some relique of her deere deceased Loue Which to her sad remembrance doth lay ope What she most sought and sees most far from hope Fainting almost beneath her Passions weight And quite forgetfull of her first conceit Looking vpon 't againe from thence shee borrowes Sad melancholy thoughts to feed her sorrowes So I beholding Natures curious bowers Seel'd strow'd and trim'd vp with leaues hearbs and flowers Walke pleased on a while and do devize How on each obiect I may moralize But er'e I pace on many steps I see There stands a Hawthorne that was trim'd by thee Here thou didst once slip off the virgin spraies To crowne me with a wreath of living Bayes On such a Banke I see how thou didst lye When viewing of a shady Mulbery The hard mishap thou didst to me discusse Of loving Thysbe and yong Piramus And oh thinke I how pleasing was it then Or would be yet might he returne agen But if some neighbouring Row do draw me to Those Arbors where the shadowes seeme to wooe The weary loue-sicke Passenger to sit And view the beauties Nature strowes on it How faire thinke I would this sweet place appeare If he I loue were sporting with me here Nay euery seuerall obiect that I see Doth severally me thinks remember thee But the delight I vs'd from it to gather I now exchange for cares and seeke them rather But those whose dull and grosse affections can Extend but onely to desire a Man Cannot the depth of these rare Passions know For their imaginations flagge too low And cause their base Conceits do apprehend Nothing but that whereto the flesh doth tend In Loues embraces they nere reach vnto More of content than the brute Creatures do Neither can any iudge of this but such Whose braver minds for braver thoughts do touch And having spirits of a nobler frame Feele the true heat of Loues vnquenched flame They may conceiue aright what smarting sting To their Remembrances the place will bring Where they did once enioy and then doe misse What to their soules most deere and pretious is With me 't is so for those walkes that once seem'd Pleasing when I of thee was more esteem'd To me appeare most desolate and lonely And are the places now of torment onely Where I the highest of contents did borrow There am I paid it home with treble sorrow Vnto one place I doe remember well We walkt the eu'nings to heare Phylomell And that seemes now to want the light it had The shadow of the Grou's more dull and sad As if it were a place but fit for Fowles That screech ill lucke as melancholy Owles Or fatall Rauens that seld ' boding good Croke their blacke Auguries from some darke wood Then if from thence I halfe despairing go Another place begins another wo For thus vnto my thought it seemes to say Hither thou saw'st him riding once that way Thither to meete him thou didst nimbly hast thee Yon he alighted and eu'n there embrac'd thee Which whilst I sighing wish to doe againe Another obiect brings another paine For passing by that Greene which could it speake Would tell it saw vs runne at Barly-breake There I beheld what on a thin rin'd tree Thou hadst engrauen for the loue of mee When we two all alone in heate of day With chaste embraces draue swift houres away Then I remember too vnto my smart How loath we were when time compel'd to part How cunningly thy Passions thou could'st faine In taking leaue and comming backe againe So oft vntill as seeming to forget We were departing downe againe we set And freshly in that sweet discourse went on Which now I almost faint to thinke vpon Viewing againe those other Walkes and Groues That haue beene witnesses of our chaste loues When I behold those Trees whose tender skin Hath that cut out which still cuts me within Or come by chance vnto that pretty Rill Where thou wouldst sit teach the neighboring Hill To answer in an Eccho vnto those Rare Problems which thou often didst propose When I come there thinke I if these could take That vse of words and speech which we partake They might vnfold a thousand pleasures then Which I shall neuer liue to taste agen And therevpon Remembrance doth so racke My thoughts with representing what I lacke That in my minde those Clerkes do argue well Which hold Priuation the great'st plague of hell For there 's no torment gripes me halfe so bad As the Remembrance of those ioyes I had Oh hast thou quite forgot when sitting by The bankes of Thame beholding how the Fry Play'd on the siluer waues There where I first Granted to make my Fortune thus accurst There where thy too-too earnest suite compeld My ouer-soone beleeuing heart to yeeld One fauour first which then another drew To get another till alas I rue That day and houre thinking I nere should need As now to grieue for doing such a deed So freely I my curtesies bestow'd That whose I was vnwarily I show'd And to my heart such passage made for thee Thou canst not to this day remoued be And what breast could resist it having seene How true thy loue had in appearance beene For I shall ner'e forget when thou hadst there Laid open euery discontent and care Wherewith thou deeply seemd'st to me opprest When thou as much as any could protest Had'st vow'd and sworne and yet perceiu'dst no signe Of pitty-mouing in this brest of mine Well Loue said'st thou since neither sigh nor vow Nor any seruice may preuaile me now Since neither the recitall of my smart Nor those strong Passions that assaile my heart Nor any thing may moue thee to