Selected quad for the lemma: book_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
book_n	good_a	read_v	write_v	2,874	5	5.1956	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18559	The lyf so short the craft so lo[n]ge to lerne; Parliament of fowls	Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.	1477 (1480)	STC 5091; ESTC S108760	15,825	50

The lyf so short the craft so lōge to lerne Thassaye so hard so sharp the conqueryng The dredeful ioye that alway flit so yerne Al this mene I by loue that my felyng Astoneth with his wonderful werkyng So sore ywis that whan I on hym thinke Note I wel whethir that I flete or synke For al be that I knowe not loue in dede Ne wote howe he quyteth folk their hyre Yet happeth me ful ofte in bookes rede Of his myraclys and his cruel yre There fynde I wel he wil be lord sire I dare not saye his strokis ben so sore But god saue suche a lord I can nomore Of vsage what for lust what for lore On bookes rede I ofte as I you tolde But wherfore I speke al this not yore Agon it happed me to beholde Vpon a book was writen with frēs olde And there vpon a certayn thing to lerne The long daye ful fast I redde yerne For out of olde feldes as men seith Cometh al this newe corn from yere to yere And out of old bookes in good feith Cometh al this newe science that men lere But now to purpose of this matere To rede forth I gan me so delite That al the day me thought it but a lyte This book the whiche I make of mencion̄ Entitled was right thus as I shal telle Tullius of the dreme of scipyon Chapitres seuen it had of heuen helle And erthe and sowles that therin dwelle Of the whiche as shortly as I can trete Of his sentence I wil you say the grete Fyrst tellith it whan scipion was comen In asfrike how he meteth macenys That hym for ioye In armes hath ynome Than telleth he her speche and al the blys That whas bitwen them til y e day gan mys And how his auncester affrican so dere Gan in his slepe that nyght to hym appere Than tellith it that from a sterry place How affrican hath hym cartage shewd And warned hym by fore al of his grace And said hym what man lered or lewd That loueth comyn prouffyt wel yt hewed He shold in to a blisful place wende Ther as ioye is with enten ony ende Than asked he yf folk that here ben dede Haue lyf and dwellyng in another place And affrican sayd ye with outen ony drede And hou our present worldis lyues space Nis but amaner deth what way we trace And rightful folk shal goo after they dye To heuene and shewde hym the galaxye Themie shewde he hym y e lityl erthe y e here is At the regarde of the heuens quantyte And after shewed he hym the nyne speris And after that the melodye herd he That cometh of thilke sperys thries thre That wellis of musyk ben and melodye In this world here cause of armonye Thenne said he hym syn the erthe was so lite And ful of torment and of hard grace That he ne shold hym in this world delite Thenne told he hym in certayn yeris space That eueri sterre shold come in to his place Ther it was first shuld be out of mynde That in this world is don of al mankynde Thenne praide hym scipion to tel hym all The way to come vnto that heuen blisse And he him said first knowe thi self mortal And loke ay bisyly that thou werk wisse To comyn prouffit thou shalt not mysse To comen swiftly in to that place dere That ful of Ioye is and of sowles clere But brekers of the lawe soth to sayne And lecherons folk after they ben dede Shal whirle aboute the world in payne Til many a world be passid out of drede And thenne forgyuen al their wickid dede Thenne shal they come to that blisful place To which to come god the sende his grace The day gan fayllen and the derk nyght That reueth bestes from her besynesse Birafte me my book for lak of light And to my bed I gan me for to dresse Fulfyld of thought and besy heuynes For bothe I had thing whiche that I nolde And eek I ne had the thing that I wolde But fynally my spirite at the laste For wery of my labour al the day Toke reste that made me to slepe faste And in my slepe I mette as I laye How affriaine right in the self araye That Scipion hym sawe byfore that tyde Was come and stode right by my bed side The wery hunter slepyng in his bedde To the wood agayn his mynde goth anone The Iuge dremeth hou his plees ben sped The carter dremeth hou his cartis gone The rich of gold y e knyht fight with his son The seke metith he drynketh of the tonne The louer metith he hath his lady wonne Can I not saye yf the cause were For I had red of affrycan biforn That made me to mete that he stode there But thus said he thou hast the so wel born In lokyng of myn old bookes to born Of the whiche macrobie roght not a lite That somdele of thy labour I wil the quyte Citherea thou blisful lady swete That with thy firebrōd dauntest whom y e lest And madest me this sweuen for to mete Be thou my help in this for thou maist best As wisly as I sawe the north north west Whan I began my sweuen for to wryte So gyue me myght to ryme it and endite This forsaid affrican me hente anone And forth with hym to a yate me brought Right of a parke walled with grete stone And on y e yate with lrēs large ywrought There were verses wreton as me thought On eyther half of ful grete difference Of whiche I shal you telle the playn sentēce Thurgh me men go in to that blisful place Of hertis hele and dedly wondes cure Thurgh me men gon vnto y e welle of grace There grene and lusty may shal euer endure This is the waye to alle good auenture Be glad thou redere and thy sorow of caste Alle open am I passe in and spede the faste Thurgh me men gon thēne spak y e other side Vnto mrotal strokes of the spere Of whiche disdaygn daunger is the gyde Ther neuer tree shal fruyt ne leuys bere This streme you ledeth to the sorouful were There as the fyssh in pryson is al drye The schewyng is only the remedye Thise versis of gold black ywreton were The whiche I gan a stounde to biholde For with that one encrecyd ay my fere And with that other began my herte to bolde That one me hete that other me colde None in wytte had I for errour for to chese To entre or fle or me to saue or lese For right as betwene adamantes two Of euen myght a pece of yron sette Ne hath no myght to meue to ne fro For what that one may hale that other lette So farid I that nyst whether me was bette To entre or leuen til affrican my gyde Me hente and shof in at the gates side And said it standes wreton in