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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
blood_n	fire_n	young_a	youth_n	24	3	7.3285	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A31143	The Harmony of the muses, or, The gentlemans and ladies choisest recreation full of various, pure and transcendent wit : containing severall excellent poems, some fancies of love, some of disdain, and all the subjects incident to the passionate affections either of men or women / heretofore written by those unimitable masters of learning and invention, Dr. Joh. Donn, Dr. Hen. King, Dr. W. Stroad [et al].	R. C.; Donne, John, 1572-1631.; King, Henry, 1592-1669.; Strode, William, 1600 or 1601-1645.	1654 (1654)	Wing C105; ESTC R9732	41,392	112

time your Beauties flowre Which will away and doth together Both bud and fade and blow and wither On age or an old Face NO Spring or Summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in an Autumnall Face Young beauties force your love and to a rape This doth but councel yet you cannot scape If 't were a shame to love here 't were no shame Affection here takes reverences name Were her first years the golden Age that true But now she 's gold oft tri'd and ever new That was her fore-Ides and inflaming time This is her habitable tropick clime Fair eyes who asks more heat then comes from thence He in a Feaver wishes Pestilence Then call not wrinckles graves if graves they are They are Loves graves or else he lies no where Yet lies not Love dead here but here doth sit Vow'd to this trench like as an Anchorite And here till hers which must be his death come He doth not dig a Grave but build a Tombe Here dwels he though he sojourn every where In brief yet still his standing house is here Here where still evening is not noon or ●ight Where no voluptuousness yet all delight In all her words unto all hearers fit You may at Revels you at Councel sit This is Loves Timber youth her under-wood Wine fires in May in August comforts blood Which then comes seasonablest whe● your taste And appetite to other things are past Xerxes strange Lydian love the Platane Tree Was lov'd for age none being so old as she Or else because being young Nature did bless Her Youth with Ages glory barrenness If we love things long sought Age is a thing Which we are fifty years in compassing If transitory things which soon decay Age must be loveliest at the latest day But name not Winter faces whose skin slack Lanck like an unthrifts purse or a souls sack Whose eyes seek light within for all here 's shade Whose mouths are holes rather worn out then made Who 's ev'ry tooth t' his several place is gon To vex their souls at the Resurrection Name not those living Deaths-Heads unto me such I abhor I hate extreams yet I had rather stay With Tombs then Cradles to wear out a day Since such Loves natural action is may still My love descend not journey up the hill Not panting after growing beauties so I shall be one of those that homewards go A Maids Denyall NAy pish nay pew nay faith and will you fie A Gentleman and use me thus yfaith I le cry Gods body what means this nay fie for shame Nay faith away nay fy away introth you are to blame Hark sombody comes leave off I pray I le pinch I le scratch I le spurn I le go away Infaith you strive in vain you shall not speed You mar my ruff you hurt my back my nose will bleed Look look the door is open sombody sees What will they say nay fie you hurt my knees Your buttons scratch O God what a coil is here You make me sweat infaith here 's goodly geere Nay faith let me intreat you if you list You mar my head you tear my smock but had I wist So much before I would have kept you out Is 't not a pretty thing you went about I did not think you would have serv'd me thus But now I see I took my mark amiss A little thing would make me not be friends You have us'd me well I hope you 'l make amends Hold still I 'le wipe your face you swet amain You have got a goodly thing with all your pain O God how hot am what will you drink If you go swetting down what will they think Remember this how you have us'd me now Doubt not ere long but I will meet with you If any man but you had us'd me so Would I have put it up in faith Sir no Nay go not yet stay here and sup with me After at Cards we better will agree A Blush STay lusty blood where canst thou se●k So blest a place as in her cheek How canst thou from that place retire Where beauty doth command desire But if thou canst not stay then flow Down to her panting pap● below Flow like a Deluge from her breast Where Venus Swans hath built her n●st And so take glory to disdaine With azure blew each swelling vaine Then run boyling through each part Till thou hast warm'd her frozen heart If from love it would retire Martyr it with gentle Fire And having searcht each secret place Fly thou back into her face Where live blest in changing those White Lillies to a Ruddy Rose To one that was like his Mistris FAir Copy of my Celia's Face Twin of my soul thy perfect grace Claims in my soul an equal place Disdain not a divided heart Though all be hers you shall have part Love is not ty'd to Rules of Art For as my soule first to her flew Yet staid with me so now 't is true It 〈…〉 her though fled to you Then entertain this wandring guest And if not love allow it rest It left not but mistook the nest Nor think my love or your fair eyes Cheaper 'cause from th' Sympathise You hold with her the flames that rise To Lead or Brass or some such bad Mettle a Princes stamp may add The value that it never had But to the pure refined Ore The stamp of Kings imparts no more Worth then it had before Onely the Image gives the rate To Subjects of a Forreign State 'T is priz'd as much for its own waight So though all other hearts resign To your pure worth yet you have mine Onely because you are her Coyne On a Fly that flew into Celia's Eye WHen this Fly liv'd she us'd to play In the Sun-shine all the day Till comming my in Coelia's sight She found a new and unknown light So full of Glory as it made The noon-day Sun a gloomy shade Then this amorous Fly became My Rivall and did court this Flame She did from hand to bosom● skip And from her breath her cheek and lip Suckt all the Incense and the Spice And grew a Bird of Paradice At last into her eye she flew There scorcht in Flames and drown'd in Dew Like Phaeton from the Suns bright Sphere She fell and from her dropt a teare Of which a Pearl was straight compos'd Wherein her Ashes lye inclos'd Thus she receives from Caelia's eye Funeral Flame Tomb Obsequye On the Snow falling on his Mistris breast I Saw fair Cloris walk alone When feather'd Rain came softly down And Iove descended from his Tower To court her in a Silver shower The wanton Snow flew to her breast Like little Birds unto their Nest But overcome with whiteness there For grief it thaw'd into a teare Thence fal●●ng to her vestures hemme To deck her froze into a Iemme On the drawing his Mistris Picture SItting and ready to be drawn What mean these Velvets silk Lawn Embroideries Feathers Fringes Lace When every