Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	effect_n	love_n	love_v	3,170	5	7.1590	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15487	Willobie his Auisa. Or the true picture of a modest maid, and of a chast and constant wife In hexamiter verse. The like argument wherof, was neuer hereto fore published. Read the preface to the reader before you enter farther.	Dorrell, Hadrian.; Willoughby, Henry, 1574?-1596?, attributed name.	1594 (1594)	STC 25755; ESTC S101317	53,586	140

ioy in beauties praise You must admire her sober grace Her wisdome and her vertuous wayes Say t'was her wit modest shoe That made you like and loue her so You must be secret constant free Your silent sighes trickling teares Let her in secret often see Then wring her hand as one that feares To speake then wish she were your wife And last desire her saue your life When she doth laugh you must be glad And watch occasions tyme and place When she doth frowne you must be sad Let sighes sobbes request her grace Sweare that your loue is trulyment So she in tyme must needes relent CANT XLVIII H. W. THe whole to sicke good counsell giue Which they themselues cannot performe Your wordes do promise sweet reliefe To saue my ship from drowning storme But hope is past and health is spent For why my mynd is Mal-content The flowring hearbes the pleasant spring That deckes the fieldes with vernant hew The harmelesse birdes thatsweetly sing My hidden griefes do still renew The ioyes that others long to see Is it that most tormenteth mee I greatly doubt though March be past Where I shall see that wished May That can recure that balefull blast Whose cold dispaire wrought my decay My hopelesse cloudes that neuer cleere Presage great sorrowes very neere I mirth did once and musicke loue Which both as now I greatly hate What vncouth sprite my hart doth moue To loath the thing I lou'd so late My greatest ease in deepest mone Is when I walke my selfe alone Where thinking on my hopelesse hap My trickling teares like riuers flow Yet fancy lulles me in her lap And telles me lyfe from death shall grow Thus flattering hope makes me belieue My griefe in tyme shall feele relieue Good fortune helpes the ventering wight That hard attempts dare vndertake But they that shun the doubtful fight As coward drudges doth forsake Come what there will I meane to try Wher winne or lose I can but dye CANT XLIX H. W. the first assault PArdon sweet wench my fancies fault If I offend to shew my smart Your face hath made such fierce assault And battred so my fencelesse hart That of my foe my lyfe to saue For grace I am constraind to craue The raging Lyon neuer rendes The yeelding pray that prostrate lyes No valiant captayne euer bendes His force against surrendering cryes Here I surrender roome and right And yeeld the fort at captaines sight You are the chieftaine that haue layd This heauie siege to strengthlesse fort And fancy that my will betrayd Hath lent dispaire his strongest port Your glauncing eyes as Cannon shot Haue pearst my hart and freedome got When first I saw that frendly face Though neuer seene before that day That wit that talke that sober grace In secret hart thus did I say God prosper this for this is she That ioy or woe must bring to me A thousand fewtures I haue seene For Trauelers change choyse shall see In Fraunce in Flaunders in Spaine Yet none nor none could conquere mee Till now I sawe this face of thyne That makes my wittes are none of myne I often said yet there is one But where or what I could not tell Whose sight my sence would ouercome I feard it still I knew it well And now I know you are the She That was ordaind to vanquish me CANT L. AVISA WHat song is this that you do sing What tale is this that you do tell What newes is this that you do bring Or what you meane I know not well If you will speake pray speake it playne Lest els perhaps you lose your payne My mynd surpris'd with houshold cares Tendes not darke riddles to vntwyne My state surcharg'd with great affares To Idle talke can lend no tyme For if your speeches tend to loue Your tonge in vaine such sutes will moue In greenest grasse the winding snake With poysoned sting is soonest found A cowardes tongue makes greatest cracke The emptiest caske yeeldes greatest sound To hidden hurt the bird to bring The fouler doth most sweetly sing If wandering rages haue possest Your rouing mynd at randame bent If idle qualmes from too much rest Fond fancyes to your lust haue sent Cut off the cause that breedes your smart Then will your sicknesse soone depart The restles mynd that reason wantes Is like the ship that lackes a sterne The hart beset with follyes plantes At wisdomes lore repynes to learne Some seeke and fynd what fancy list But after wish that they had mist. Who loues to tread vnknowen pathes Doth often wander from his way Who longes to laue in brauest bathes Doth wash by night and wast by day Take heed betyme beware the pryse Of wicked lust if you be wyse CANT LI. H. W VNwonted syking breedes my loue And loue the welspring of my griefe This fancy fixt none can remoue None send redresse none giue reliefe But onely you whose onely sight Hath fors't me to this pyning plight Loue oft doth spring from due desart As louing cause of true effect But myne proceeds from wounded hart As scholler to a nouell sect I bare that lyking few haue bore I loue that neuer lou'd before I loue though doubtfull of successe As blindmen grope to try the way Yet still I loue because I gesse You loue for loue cannot denay Except you spring of sauadge kynd Whome no desartes nor loue can bynd Of all the graces that excell And vertues that are cheefly best A constant loue doth beare the bell And makes his owner euer blest How blame you then the faithfull loue That hath his praise from God aboue Can you withstand what fates ordayne Can you reproue dame Natures frame Where natures ioyne shall will disclaime Acquite my loue beare they the blame That snuffe at faith looke so coy And count true loue but for a toy If fortune say it shal be so Then though you lyke yet shall you yeeld Say what you list you cannot go Vnconquerd thus from Cupids field That loue that none could euer haue I giue to you and yours I craue CANT LII AVISA WEll you are bent I see to try The vtmost list of follies race Your fancy hath no power to fly The luring baite of flattering grace The fish that leapes neuer lookes Fyndes death vnwares in secret hookes You say you loue yet shew no cause Of this your loue or rather lust Or whence this new affection groes Which though vntryde yet we must trust Dry reeds that quickly yeeld to burne Soone out to flamelesse cinders turne Such raging loue in rangling mates Is quickly found and sooner lost Such deepe deceate in all estates That spares no care no payne nor cost VVith flattering tongues golden giftes To dryue poore women to their shiftes Examine well you shall see Your truthlesse treason tearmed loue VVhat cause haue you to fancy mee That neuer yet had tyme to proue What I haue beene

nor what I am Where worthie loue or rather shame This loue that you to straungers bare Is like to head strong horse and mule That ful-fed nyes on euery mare Whose lust outleapes the lawfull rule For here is seene your constant loue VVhome strange aspects so quickly moue Besides you know I am a wife Not free but bound by plighted oath Can loue remaine where filthy life Hath staind the soile where vertue gro'th Can loue indure where faith is fled Can Roses spring whose roote is dead True loue is constant in her choise But if I yeeld to chuse againe Then may you say with open voice This is her vse this is her vaine She yeelds to all how can you than Loue her that yeeldes to euery man CANT LIII H. W. IF feare and sorrow sharpe the wit And tip the tongue with sweeter grace Then will style must finely fit To paint my griefe and waile my case Sith my true loue is counted lust And hope is rackt in spitefull dust The cause that made me loue so soone And feedes my mind with inward smart Springs not from Starres nor yet the Moone But closly lies in secret hart And if you aske I can not tell Nor why nor how this hap befell If birth or beautie could haue wrought In lustlesse hart this loues effect Some fairer farre my loue haue sought Whose louing lookes I did reiect If now I yeeld without assault Count this my fortune or my fault You are a wife and you haue swore You will be true Yet what of this Did neuer wife play false before Nor for her pleasure strike amis Will you alone be constant still When none are chast nor euer will A man or woman first may chuse The loue that they may after loth Wo can denie but such may vse A second choice to pleasure both No fault to change the old for new So to the second they be trew Your husband is a worthlesse thing That no way can content your mind That no way can that pleasure bring Your flowring yeares desire to find This I will count my chiefest blisse If I obtaine that others misse Ther's nothing gotten to be coye The purer stampe you must detest Now is your time of greatest ioye Then loue the friend that loues you best This I will count my chiefest blisse If I obtaine that others misse CANT LIIII AVISA THat others misse you would obtaine And want of this doth make you sad I sorrow that you take such paine To seeke for that will not be had Your filed skill the power doth want VVithin this plot such trees to plant Though some there be that haue done ill And for their fancie broke their faith Yet doe not thinke that others will That feare of shame more then of death A spotlesse name is more to me Then wealth then friends then life can be Are all vnconstant all vnsound VVill none performe their sworen vow Yet shall you say that you haue found A chast and constant wife I trow And you shall see when all is doone VVhere all will yeeld and all be woone Though you haue bin at common schoole And enterd plaints in common place Yet you wil proue your selfe a foole To iudge all women void of grace I doubt not but you will be brought Soone to repent this wicked thought Your second change let them alow That list mislike their primer choice I lou'd him first I loue him now To whom I gaue my yeelding voice My faith and loue I will not giue To mortall man while he doth liue What loue is this that bids me hate The man whom nature bids me loue What loue is this that sets debate Twixt man and wife but here I proue Though smothed words seeme very kind Yet all proceed from deuilish mind CANT LV. H. W. FRom deuilish mind well wanton well You thinke your strength is very sure You thinke all women to excell And all temptations to indure These glorious braggs shew but your pride For all will yeeld if they be tride You are I hope as others bee A woman made of flesh and blood Amongst them all will you goe free When all are ill will you be good Assure your selfe I do not faine Requite my loue with loue againe Let me be hangd if you be such As you pretend in outward shoe Yet I commend your wisdome much Which mou'd me first to loue you so Where men no outward shewes detect Suspicious minds can nil suspect But to the matter tell me true Where you your fancie can incline To yeeld your loue for which I sue As fortune hath intangled mine For well I know it's nothing good To striue against the raging flood What you mislike I will amend If yeares I want why I will stay My goods and life here I will spend And helpe you still in what I may For though I seeme a headlong youth Let time be triall of my truth Your name by me shall not be crackt But let this tongue from out my iawes Be rent and bones to peeces rackt If I your secrets doe disclose Take good aduisement what you say This is my good or dismall day CANT LVI AVISA YEs so I will you may be bold Nor will I vse such strange delaies But that you shall be quickly told How you shall frame your wandring waies If you will follow mine aduise Doubt not but you shall soone be wise To loue excepting honest loue I can not yeeld assure your mind Then leaue this frutelesse sute to moue Least like to Sysyphus you find With endlesse labour gainelesse paine To role the stone that turnes againe You want no yeares but rather wit And dew forecast in that you seeke To make your choice that best may fit And this is most that I mislieke If you be free liue where you list But still beware of Had I wist Serue God and call to him for grace That he may stay your slipperie slides From treading out that sinfull trace That leades where endlesse sorrowe bides Thus shall you wisely guide your feete Though youth and wisedome seldome meete And if you find you haue no gift To liue a chast and matelesse life Yet feare to vse vnlawfull shift But marry with some honest wife With whom you may contented liue And wandring mind from folly driue Fly present pleasure that doth bring Insuing sorrow paine and griefe Of death beware the poys'ned sting That hatcheth horror sance reliefe Take this of me and in the end I shall be thought your chiefest frend CANT LVII H. W. IF then the welspring of my ioy A floud of woe in fine become If loue ingender loues annoy Then farewell life my glasse is runne If you thus constant still remaine Then must I die or liue in paine Thrice happie they whose ioyned harts Vnited wils haue linckt in one Whose eies discerne the due desarts The griping griefe and grieuous grone That faith doth breed in setled mind As fancies are by