Selected quad for the lemma: book_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
book_n	able_a	endure_v	great_a	36	3	2.1273	3	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B05023	Familiar letters. Vol. I. Written by the Right Honourable John, late Earl of Rochester, to the Honble Henry Savile, Esq; and other letters, by persons of honour and quality. With letters written by the most ingenious Mr. Thomas Otway, and Mrs. K. Phillips. Publish'd from their original copies. With modern letters, by Tho. Cheek, Esq; Mr. Dennis, and Mr. Brown.	Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of, 1647-1680.; Sidney, Algernon, 1622-1683.; Otway, Thomas, 1652-1685.; Cheek, Thomas.; Phillips, Katherine, fl. 1658.; Brown, Thomas, 1663-1704.; Ayloffe, W. (William).	1699 (1699)	Wing R1745A; ESTC R182831	73,342	242

Matters were ripe I disclos'd the unwelcome Secret to him He raved and wept and after some interval wept and raved again but thanks to my pious Advice and the kind influence of t'other Bottle it was not long before the Paroxysm was over I cou'd almost wish you had been by to see how Heroically he threw off your Chains with what Alacrity he tore you from his Bosom and in fine with what a Christian Self-denial he renounc'd you more heartily I dear swear than his Godfather abjur'd the Devil for him at his Baptism And now Madam tho' I confess you have prevented my Curses by your choice of such a Coxcomb and 't is not good Manners to solicite a Judgment from Heaven on every such Accident as this for Providence wou'd have a fine time on 't to be at the expence of a Thunderbolt for every Woman that forswears herself yet so much do I resent the ill usage of my Friend that I cannot forbear to give you this Conviction how earnestly I can pray when I set my self to 't Therefore give me leave Madam to throw these hearty Ejaculations at your Head now since I shall not have the honour to throw a Stocking at you on the fatal Night of Consummation May the Brute your Husband be as jealous of you as Usurpers are of their new Subjects and to shew his good opinion of your Judgment as well as your Virtue may he suspect you of a Commerce with nothing of God's making nothing like a Gentleman that may serve to excuse the Sin but lousie Bush-begotten Vagabonds and hideous Rogues in Rags and Tatters or Monsters that stole into the World when Nature was asleep with Ulcers all over them and Bunches on their Backs as large as Hillocks May you never actually Cuckold him for that were to wish you some Pleasure which God knows I am far from being guilty of but what will serve to torment him as effectually May the Wretch imagine you 've injur'd him that way under which prepossession may he never open his Mouth but to Curse nor lift up his Hands but to Chastise you May that execrable Day be for ever banished out of the Almanack in which he does not use his best endeavours to beat one into your Bones and may you never go to Bed without an apprehension that he 'll cut your Throat May he too have the same distrust of you Thus may your Nights be spent in eternal Quarrels and your Nuptial-sheets boast of no honourable Blood but what 's owing to these Nocturnal Skirmishes May he lock you up from the sight of all Mankind and leave you nothing but your ill Conscience to keep you company till at last between his penurious allowance and the sense of your own guilt you make so terrible a figure that the worst Witch in Mackbeth wou'd seem an Angel to you May not even this dismal Solitude protect you from his Suspicions but may some Good-natured Devil whisper into his Ear That you have committed Wickedness with a Bed-staff and in one of his frantick Fits may he beat out your Brains with that supposed Instrument of your Lust May your History be transmitted to all Ages in the Annals of Grubstreet and as they fright Children with Raw-head and Bloody-bones may your Name be quoted to deter People from committing of Matrimony And to ratifie all this upon my Knees I most devoutly beg it may Heaven hear the Prayers of T. BROWN TO THE Honourable In the Pallmall SIR LAst Night I had the following Verses which for my part I confess I never saw before given me by a Gentleman who assur'd me they were written by my late Lord Rochester and knowing what a just Value you have for all the Compositions of that Incomparable Person I was resolv'd to send 'em to you by the first opportunity 'T is indeed very strange how they could be continued in private Hands all this while since the great care that has been taken to print every Line of his Lordship's Writing that would endure a publick view But I am not able to assign the reason for it All that you need know concerning the occasion of them is that they were written in a Lady's prayer-Prayer-Book Fling this useless Book away And presume no more to pray Heav'n is just and can bestow Mercy on none but those that mercy show With a proud Heart maliciously inclin'd Not to increase but to subdue Mankind In vain you vex the Gods with your Petition Without Repentance and sincere Contrition You 're in a Reprobate Condition Phillis to calm the angry Powers And save my Soul as well as yours Relieve poor Mortals from Despair And justifie the Gods that made you fair And in those bright and charming Eyes Let Pity first appear then Love That we by easie steps may rise Through all the Joys on Earth to those Above I cannot swear to their being genuine however there 's something so delicate in the Thought so easie and beautiful in the Expression that I am without much difficulty to be perswaded that they belong to my Lord. Besides I cannot imagine with what prospect any Gentleman should disown a Copy of Verses which might have done him no ill Service with the Ladies to father them upon his Lordship whose Reputation was so well establish'd among them beforehand by a numerous and lawful Issue of his own begetting The Song that comes along with them was written by Mr. Gl of Lincoln's-Inn and I believe you 'll applaud my Judgment for seeking to entertain you out of my Friend's Store who understands the Harmony of an English Ode so well since I have nothing of mine own that deserves transcribing I. Phillis has a gentle Heart Willing to the Lover's Courting Wanton Nature all the Art To direct her in her Sporting In th' Embrace the Look the Kiss All is real Inclination No false Raptures in the Bliss No feignd Sighing in the Passion II. But oh who the Charms can speak Who the thousand ways of toying When she does the Lover make All a God in her enjoying Who the Limbs that round him move And constrain him to the Blisses Who the Eyes that swim in Love Or the Lips that suck in Kisses III. Oh the Freaks when mad she grows Raves all wild with the possessing Oh the silent Trance which shows The Delight above expressing Every way she does engage Idly talking speechless lying She transports me with the Rage And she kills me in her Dying I could not but laugh at one Passage in your Letter where you tell me that you and half a dozen more had like to have been talk'd to death t'other day by upon the Success of his late Play For my part I don't pity you at all for why the Devil should a Man run his Head against a Brick-wall when he may avoid it On the other hand I wonder why you Gentlemen of Will 's Coffee-house who pretend to study Pleasure above other People should not as naturally scamper

Company which really I perpetually long for and again beg as you love me and claim as you would have me believe it I am glad your Ladiship has pitch'd on a place so near me you shall be sufficiently persecuted with Orinda I know you will pardon me for not acquainting you with the News you heard from other hands when I tell you there is nothing of it true and the Town is now full of very different Discourse but I shall tell you more particularly when I have the honour to see you and till then cannot with conveniency do it I easily believe Dous factious but in those Disputes I think he discovers more Wit than Wisdom and your Ladiship knows they are inseparable I shall lose the Post if I do not now hasten to subscribe what I am always ready to make good that I am more than any one living Your Ladiship 's most faithful and most passionate Friend and Servant ORINDA Decemb. 30 1658. TO THE Honourable BERENICE WIth the greatest Joy and Confusion in the World I receiv'd Dear Madam your Ladiship 's most obliging Letter from Kew and thus far I am reconcil'd to my own Omissions that they have produc'd a Shame which serves me now to allay a Transport which had otherwise been excessive at the knowledge that I am to receive that notwithstanding all my Failings you can look upon me with so generous a Concern I could make many Apologies for my self and with truth tell you That I have ventured Papers to kiss your Ladiship 's Hand since I receiv'd one from it but really Madam I had rather owe my Restitution wholly to your Bounty than seem to have any pretence to it my self and I will therefore allow my self utterly unworthy of having any room in your Thoughts in that I have not perpetually begg'd it of you with that Assiduity as is suitable to so great and so valu'd a Blessing and I know that tho' a Sea has divided our Persons and many other Accidents made your Ladiships Residence uncertain to me yet I ought to have been restless in my Enquiries how to make my Approaches to you and all the Varieties and Wandrings and Troubles that I have undergone since I had the honour to see your Ladiship ought not to have distracted me one moment from the payment of that Devotion to you which if you please I will swear never to have been one jot lessen'd in my Heart as ill and as seldom as I have express'd it but now that my good Fortune has brought me once more so near your Ladiship I hope to redeem my Time by so constant and servent Addresses to you as shall both witness how unalterably I have ever lov'd and honour'd you and how extreamly glad I am still to be preserv'd in so noble and so priz'd a Heart as yours and that I may the sooner be secur'd of that and restor'd to your Converse I must beg your Ladiship to find some occasion that may bring you to London where I may cast my self at your Feet both in repentance of my own Faults and acknowledgment of your Goodness and assure you that neither Lucasia nor any other Person ever had the Will the Power or the Confidence to hinder the Justice of my most affectionate Service to your Ladiship and tho' you fright me with telling me how much you have considered me of late yet I will venture upon all the Severity that Reflection can produce and if it be as great as I may reasonably fear yet I will submit to it for the Expiation of my Failings and think my self sufficiently happy if after any Penance you will once more receive me into your Friendship and allow me to be that same Orinda whom with so much goodness you were once pleased to own as most faithfully yours and who have ever been and ever will be so And Dear dear Madam Your Ladiship 's most affectionate humble Servant and Friend K. PHILLIPS This was wrote but a Month before Orinda died To Mr. HERBERT I Receiv'd your two Letters against Hypocrisie and Love but I must tell you they have made me no Convert from Women and their Favourite for who like Simonides wou'd give nine scandalous Origins to Womankind for one good one meerly because the Follies and Vices of that Sex deserve it and yet hope ever to make your Account of them Or who with Petronius Arbiter would tell the Lawyers Quid faciunt Leges ubi sola pecunia regnat Aut ubi paupertas vincere nulla potest Ipsi qui Cynica traducunt tempora cena Nonnunquam nummis vendere verba solent Ergo judicium nihil est nisi publica Merces Atque eques in cause qui sedet empt a probat Thus English'd by Mr. Barnaby Laws bear the Name but Money has the Power The cause is bad when e'er the Client 's Poor Those strict-liv'd Men that seem above our World Are oft too modest to resist our Gold So Judgment like our other Wares is sold And the Grave Knight that nods upon the Laws Wak'd by a Fee Hems and approves the Cause That the Bar is but a Market for the Sale of Right and that the Judge sits there only to confirm what the Bribe had secur'd before and yet hope ever to escape when you come into their Hands Or what Man that has his Interest before his Eyes wou'd tell this dangerous Truth That Priests of all Religions are the same No no Plain-dealing must be lest to Manly and confin'd to the Theatre and permit Hypocrisie and Nonsence to prevail with those pretty Amusements Women that like their own Pleasure too well to be fond of Sincerity You declaim against Love on the usual Topicks and have scarce any thing new to be answer'd by me their profess'd Advocate if by Repentance you mean the Pain that accompanies Love all other Pleasures are mixt with that as well as Love as Cicero observes in his second Book de Oratore Omnibus rebus voluptatibus maximis fastidium finitimum est In all things where the greatest Pleasures are found there borders a satiety and uneasie pain And Catullus Non est dea nescia nostri quae dulcem curis miscet amaritiem Nor am I unknown to that bright Goddess who with my Cares mingles a sweet pleasing Bitter But I take this Pain in Love to proceed from the imperfection of our Union with the Object belov'd for the Mind forms a thousand entrancing Idea's but the Body is not capable of coming up to that satisfaction the Mind proposes but this Pain is in all other Pleasures that we have none of which afford that fulness of Pleasure as Love which bears some proportion to the vehemence of our Desires Speak therefore no more against Love as you hope to die in the Arms of Sylvia or not perish wretchedly in the Death of a Pumpkin I am Your Friend c. LETTERS BY Mr. THO. BROWN To C. G. Esq in Covent Garden MAY I be forced to turn