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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
soul_n	blood_n	body_n	heaven_n	3,657	5	5.5698	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11612	Daiphantus, or the passions of loue Comicall to reade, but tragicall to act: as full of wit, as experience. By An. Sc. gentleman. Wherevnto is added, The passionate mans pilgrimage.	Scoloker, Anthony, fl. 1604.; Raleigh, Walter, Sir, 1552?-1618. aut; Raleigh, Walter, Sir, 1552?-1618. Passionate mans pilgrimage. aut	1604 (1604)	STC 21853; ESTC S102605	19,845	52

to the 3 4 last most louingly 4 His tongue kind thankes first to the last did render The while his lookes were bent indifferently Thus he salutes all to increase his Blisses From lip to lip each Ladie now he kisses Ismenio in humble wise salutes he With gracious language he returnes his heart His words so sweetly to his tongue now sutes he As what he spake shew'd learning with good Art Ismenio pleasde Daiphantus Daiphantus all When loue gaines loue for loue this loue we cal Vrania now bethought what was protested By yong Ismenio at Dianas shrine Coniur'd Daiphantus That no more he Iested With Loue or Fancie for they were Diuine And if he did that there they all would pray He still might liue in loue both night and day This greeu'd him much but follie t was to grieue His now obedience shew'd his owne freewill He swore he would not loue in shewe atchieue But liue a virgin chast and spotlesse still Which saide such Musicke suddenly delighted As all were rauisht and yet all affrighted Here parted all not without Ioy and sadnes Some wept some smilde a world it was to here them Both springs heere met woe heere was cloath'd with gladnes Heauen was their comfort it alone did cheere them Daiphantus from these springs some fruit did gather Experience is an Infant though an ancient father Sweet Lady know the soule lookes through our eye-sights Content liues not in shewes or beauty seeing Peace not from nomber nor strength in high spirits Ioy dies with vertue yet liues in vertues being Beautie is maskt where vertue is not hidden Man still desires that fruite he 's most forbidden Iewels for Vertue not for beautie prizde What 's sildome seen breeds wonder we admir'de it Kings Lines are rare and therefore well aduiz'de Wise-men not often talke Fooles still desire it Womē are books kept close they hold much treasure Vnclaspt sweet ills most woe lies hid in pleasure Who studies Arts alike can he proue Doctor Who surfets hardly liues Drunkards recouer Whose wils his law that cōscience needs no Proctor Whē men turn beasts looke there for briutish Louers Those eies are pore-blind looke equally on any Thought be a vertue to hinder one by many Who gains by trauel leese lordships for their Manors Must Tarquin-rauish some Hell on that glory Whose life 's in Healths death soonest gains those Banors Lust still is punisht though treason write the storie A rowling eye A Globe new worlds discouer Who still wheels round is But a damned Louer Doth Faith and Troth lye Bathing Is Lust pleasure Can Commons be as sweete as Land inclos'd Then virgin sinne may well be counted pleasure Where such Lords rule who liues not ill dispos'd True Loue 's a Phoenix but One vntill it dyes Lust is a Cockatrice in all but in her eyes Here did he end more blessed than his wishes Fame's at the high when Loue indights the Story The priuate life brings with it heauenly blisses Sweete Contemplation much increaseth glorie I le leaue him to the learning of Loues Spell Better part friends than follow Feends to hell Ismenio with Vitullia went together Perhaps both wounded with blinde Cupids Dart Yet dust they not relate their Loue to either Loue if once pittied pearceth to the Hart But sure Vitullia is so faire a Marke Cupid would court her though but by the darke Artesia she must goe the more she 's grieu'd To churlish Strymon her adopted Mate Cupid though blind yet pittied and relieu'd This modest Lady with some happie Fate For what but Vertue which doth all good nourish Could brook her fortunes much lesse loue cherish Eurialae with good Vrania stayd ' VVhere Vertue dwels they onely had their being Beauty and wit still feare are not dismayd For where they dwell Loue euer will be prying These two were one All good each could impart One was their Fortune and one was their heart Beautie and Vertue was true Friend to either Heauen is the spheare where all men seeke for glorie Earth is the Graue where sinners ioyne together Hell keepes the booke inrowles each lustfull storie Liue as we will death makes of all conclusion Die then to liue or life is thy confusion ' Beautie and wit in these fed on affection ' Labour and industry were their Twins of life ' Loue and true Bounty were in their subiction ' Their Bodies with their spirits had no strife Such were these two As grace did them defend Such are these two As with these two I end FINIS Non Amori sed Virtuti The Passionate mans Pilgrimage supposed to be written by one at the point of death GIue me my Scallop shell of quiet My staffe of Faith to walke vpon My Scrip of Ioy Immortall diet My bottle of saluation My Gowne of Glory hopes true gage And thus I le take my pilgrimage Blood must be my bodies balmer No other balme will there be giuen Whilst my soule like a white Palmer Trauels to the land of heauen Ouer the siluer mountaines Where spring the Nectar fountaines And there I le kisse The Bowle of blisse And drinke my eternall fill On euery milken hill My soule will be a drie before But after it will nere thirst more And by the happie blisfull way More peacefull Pilgrims I shall see That haue shooke off their gownes of clay And goe appareld fresh like mee I le bring them first To slake their thirst And then to tast those Nectar suckets At the cleare wells Where sweetnes dwells Drawne vp by Saints in Christall buckets And when our bottles and all we Are fild with immortalitie Then the holy paths wee le trauell Strewde with Rubies thicke as grauell Seelings of Diamonds Saphire floores High walles of Corall and Pearle Bowres From thence to heauens Bribeles hall Where no corrupted voyces brall No Conscience molten into gold Nor forg'd accusers bought and sold No cause deferd nor vaine spent Iorney For there Christ is the Kings Atturney VVho pleades for all without degrees And he hath Angells but no fees VVhen the grand twelue million Iury Of our sinnes and sinfull fury Gainst our soules blacke verdicts giue Christ pleades his death and then we liue Be thou my speaker taintles pleader Vnblotted Lawyer true proceeder Thou mouest saluation euen for almes Not with a bribed Lawyers palmes And this is my eternall plea To him that made Heauen Earth and Sea Seeing my flesh must die so soone And want a head to dine next noone Iust at the stroke when my vaines start and spred Set on my soule an euerlasting head Then am I readie like a palmer fit To tread those blest paths which before I writ FINIS

is of euery thing yet it self 's but one thing Loue is any thing yet indeed is nothing Wee Virgins know this though not the force of Loue For we two Sisters liue as in a Cell Nor do we scorne it though we it not approue By Prayer we hope her charmes for to repel And thus adew But you in Progresse goe To finde fit place to warble forth your woe Who first seekes mercie is the last for griefe Thus did shee part whose Image stayd behind He in a trance stands mute finds no reliefe For she was absent whose tongue pleas'd his mind But like a hartlesse a hurtlesse Creature In admiration of so sweet a Feature At length look't vp his shaddow onely seeing Sighs to himselfe and weeps yet silent stands Kneels riseth walkes all this without true being Sure he was there though fettred in Loues-bands His lips departed Parted were his blisses Yet for pure Loue each lip the other kisses Reuiu'd by this or else Imagination Recalls things past the time to come laments Records his Loue but with an acclamation Repents himselfe and all these Accidents Now with the wings of Loue he gins to raise His Loue to gaine thus women he doth praise ' Women than Men are purer creatures farre ' The soule of soules the blessed gift of Nature 'To men a heauen To men the brightest starre ' The pearle that 's matchles high without al stature ' So full of goodnes that bounty waiteth still ' Vpon their trencher feeds them with free-will Where seeke we vertue learne true Art or glory Where finde we ioy that lasteth still is spending But in sweet women of mans life the Storie Alpha they are Omega is their ending Their vertues shine with such a sun of brightnes Yet he 's vnwise that looks in them for Lightnes Oh let my Pen relate mine owne decay There are which are not or which should not be Some shap't like saints whose steps are not the way Oh let my Verse not name their infamie These hurt not all but euen the wandring eye VVhich fondly gapes for his owne miserie These do not harme the Honest or the Iust The faithfull Louer or the vertuous Dame But those whose soules be onely giuen to Lust Care more for pleasure then for worthy Fame But peace my Muse for now me thinkes I heare An Angels voyce come warbling in my eare Not distant farre within a Garden faire The sweet ●rtesia sang vnto her Lute Her voyce charmde Cupid and perfumde the Aire Made beasts stand still and birds for to be mute Her voice beauty prou'd so sad a ditty VVho saw was blind who heard soone sued for pitty This Ladie was no Virgin like the rest Yet neare allied By Florence Cittie dwelling Nature and Art within her both were blest ‡ Musicke in her and Loue had his excelling To visite her faire Cozens of she came ' Perhaps more iocound but no whit to blame Fortune had crost her with a churlish Mate Who Strymon hight A Palmer was his Syre Full Nobly borne And of a wealthy state His sonne a childe not borne to his desire ' Thus was she crost which caused her thereby ' Daiphantus griefe to mourne by Simpathie Daiphantus hearing such a Swan-tun'd voyce VVas rauisht as with Angells Melodie Though in this Laborinth blest could not reioyce Nor yet could see what brought this Harmony At length this Goddesse ceast began draw neare ' Who whē he saw he saw not t' was her spheare Away then crept he on his knees and hands To hide himself thoght Venus came to plauge him Which she espying like the Sunne she stands As with her beames she thoght for to aswage him But like the Sun which gaz'd on blinds the eie So He by her and so resou'ld to die At this in wonder softly did she pace it Yet suddenly was stayd His Verses ceaz'd her Which he late writ forgot thus was he grac't She read them ouer and the writing pleas'd her ' For Cupid fram'd two Mottoes in her hart ' The one as Dian's the other for his Dart. She read pittied reading pittie taught She Lou'd and hated Hate to loue did turne She smilde wep● her weeping smiling brought She hop't fear'd her hopes in feare did mourne She read lou'd smil'd hop't but t was in vaine ' Her teares still dread pitty hate did gaine ' She could haue lou'd him such true verses making ' She might haue lou'd him and yet loue beguiling ' She would haue kist him but fear'd his awaking ' She might haue kist him and sleep sweetly smiling ' She thus afear'd did feare what she most wished ' He thus in hope still hop'd for that he missed He lookte They two long each on other gazed Sweet silence pleaded what each other thought Thus Loue and Fancie both alike amazed As if their tongues and hearts had bin distraught Artesias voyce thus courted him at length The more she spake the greater was his strength Good gentle Sir your Fortunes I bemone And wish my state so happy as to ease you But she that grieude you She it is alone Whose breath can cure and whose kind words appease you VVere I that She heauē should my star extinguish If you but lou'd me ere I would relinquish Yet noble Sir I can no loue protest For I am wedded oh word full fraught with woe But in such manner as good loue is blest In honest kindnesse I le not proue your foe Mine owne experience doth my counsell proue I know to pittie yet not care to loue A Sister yet nature hath giuen me A virgin true right faire and sweetly kind I● for her good Fortune hath driuen me To be a comfort your heart shall be her minde My woes yet tells me she is best a maide And heere shee stopt her teares her words thus staide Daiphantus then in number without measure Began her praises which no Pen can end Oh Saint oh Sun of heauen and earth the treasure Who liues if not thy honour to defend Ah me what mortall can be in loue so strange That wedding vertue will a whoring range She like the morning is still fresh and faire The Elements of her they all do borrow The Earth the Fire the VVaters and the Ayre There strength heate moisture liuelines no sorrow Can vertue change beauty hath but one place The hearts still perfect though impald the face Oh eyes no eyes but Stars still cleerly shining Oh face no face but shape of Angells fashion Oh lips no lips but blisse by kisse refining Oh heart no heart but of true loue right Passion Oh eyes face lips and heart if not too cruell To see feele tast and loue earths rarest Iewell This said he paus'd new praises now deuising Kneels to Apollo for his skill and Art When came the Ladies At which he arising Twixt lip and lip he had nor lips nor heart ' His eyes their eyes so sweetly did incumber Although awak't yet in a