Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	blood_n	heart_n	part_n	1,385	5	4.9423	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A14500	Virgil's Georgicks Englished. by Tho: May Esqr; Georgica. English	Virgil.; May, Thomas, 1595-1650.; Vaughan, Robert, engraver.	1628 (1628)	STC 24823; ESTC S119392	50,687	160

up But when their leaves do first begin to bee And new-growne branches from supporting free Shoot loose into the Ayre then spare to use Thy pruning knife so soone and rather choose The leaves superfluous with thy hands to pull But when embracing Elmes with armes more full And strong they grow then confidently pare Their leaves and branches too before they fear● The p●uning knife then do not spare the same But their superfluous growth with rigour tame Then make strong hedges to keep cattell out Young beasts especially and yet unwrought Wilde Bulls and greedy Goates more harm will do Than scorching Summers and cold Winters too There Sheep will browze and feeding Heifers go The Winters hoary Frosts and falling Snow And parching Suns that burne the hardest rocks Endammage Vines lesse than those greedy flock●● Their browzing teeth do venome leave behinde And killing scars upon the stocke and rinde No other fault there was that d Goates did d●● At Bacchus Altars and th' old Comaedie Was celebrated that th' Athenian playes In Villages and all crosse-meeting wayes Were grac'd and men ore meadowes in their po●● Did dance about th' annointed e skins of Goat●● Th' Italian Nations also sprung from Troy Singing Saturnian rythms with open ioy And laughter loose horrid disguises wor● Of hollow'd barks of trees and did adore With hymnes of mirth Bacchus thy power divine And virgins f statues on the lofty pine Did hang. Then vineyards fruitfully did beare All vales and lawnes were fertile every where Where ere the god his beauteous head do show Therefore let us these rites to Bacchus do In our own mother language offering Full cups and wafers and to th' altar bring A guilty goat led by the hornes and his Fat entrailes rost on spits of cornoile trees Besides in dressing vines more paines is showne To which there never can enough be done For every yeare the ground must digged be Three or foure times and plow'd eternally The leaves must oft bee gathered all the paine That husbandmen bestow returnes againe His own steps back the circling yeare doth tread And when the vines their leaves in Autumn shed And all the woods of cloathing robbed are By North-east-windes even then th' industrious care Of th'husbandman unto the following yeare Extends it selfe then he begins to pare The vine with Saturn's crooked hooke and right By skilfull pruning to refashion it First dig the ground first burne the shreds cut off And lay thy rests up dry within thy roofe Gather thy vintage last Leaves twice oreshade The vines as twice the ranke-grown weeds invade Yong corn Both which require great toil to mend Till thou a little farme though thou commend A great one And besides sharpe twigs of thorne From woods and reedes on bankes of rivers born Thou for thy vines must cut and carefull be For willow groves which else neglected ly Now when the vines are bound prun'd and all And th' husband sings about the vineyard wall Yet there remaines a care to dust them there And storms even when the grapes are ripe to fear Contrariwise unto the Olive tree No dressing doth belong nor needeth shee The crooked hook nor harrow when once faire Shee stands in ground and once has felt the ayre The earth it selfe when furrow'd by the plow Doth food enough on her and corne bestow Therefore the fat and fruitfull Olive nourish So th' Apple tree in a full stock doth flourish And once full grown up to the sky she towres By her own strength and needes no helpe of ours So of themselves wilde Woods and every Bush Beare fruit and with Vermilion berries blush Low shrubs are shorn brāds on high trees do grow That feede the nightly fire and light bestow And doubt men yet to plant and care bestow To leave great trees Willowes and Broom so low Do cooling shades to Sheep and Shepheards give Hedges for corne and food for Bees to live How pleasantly with Boxe Cytorus stowes With her Pitch trees how faire Maricia showes Oh how it pleases me those fields to see That need no plowes nor humane industrie Those barren Woods on Caucasus high hill Which strong East-windes do wave and rattle still Have each their severall use Pines for the Seas For Houses Cypresse and tall Cedar trees From hence the Plowmen Spokes for wheeles doe take● Covers for Waines Keeles for Ships they make Willowes do usefull twigs afford Elmes shade Of Cornoile trees and Myrtles darts are made Yew trees to make strong Parthian Bowes are bow'd Tile trees pliant Boxe may be bestow'd Hollow'd or turn'd in formes and uses good Light alderne barks do swim the Po's rough floud In rotten-holme stocks and the rindes of trees You oft may finde the hony-combes of Bees What benefits like these come from the Vine That causes guilt The Centaures fill'd with wine Great Rhaetus Pholus and Hylaeus dy'd When they with pots the Lapithees defi'd Oh too too happy if their blisse they knew Plaine Husbandmen to whom the earth with true And bounteous iustice free from bloody war Returnes an easie food who though they are Not early wak'd in high-roof'd Pallaces When waiting Clients come though they possesse No Poasts which Indian shels adorne in state No gold embroidred cloaths Corinthian plate Nor rich Assyrian scarlet nor abuse With sweetest Casia the plaine simple use Of oyle yet rest secure a harmelesse life Enrich'd with severall blessings free from strife Coole caves dark shady groves fountains clear Vntroubled sleeps and cattells lowing there And pleasant huntings want not there they live By labour and small wealth honour they give Vnto their gods and parents iustice tooke Her last step there when she the earth forsooke But let the sacred Muse whose priest I am Me above all with her sweet love inflame Teach me each star each heavenly motion The oft eclipses of the Sun and Moone The cause of Earthquakes why the swelling main Rises and fals into it selfe againe Why Winter suns so soone hast to the sea What makes the Summer nights so short to be But if dull bloud which 'bout my heart doth flow These parts of nature will not let me know Then let me famelesse love the fields and woods The fruitfull water'd vales and running floods Those plains where clear Sperchius runs that moūt Where Spartan Virgins to great Bacchus wont To sacrifice or shady vales that lye Vnder high Haemus let my dwelling be Happy is he that knowes the cause of things That all his feares to due subiection brings Yea fare it selfe and greedy Acheron Yea happy sure is he who ere has known The ●urall gods Sylvanus and great ●an And all the sister Nymphs that happy man Nor peoples voices nor kings purple move Nor dire ambition sundring brothers love Nor th' Istrian Dacians fierce conspiracies Nor Romes estate nor falling monarchies He sees no poore whose miserable state He suffers for he envies no mans fate He eats such fruits as of their own accord The