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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

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16273	Englands Helicon Casta placent superis, pura cum veste venite, et manibus puris sumite fontis aquam.	Bodenham, John, fl. 1600, attrib. name.; N. L. (Nicholas Ling), fl. 1580-1607, attrib. name.; A. B., fl. 1600, attrib. name.	1600 (1600)	STC 3191; ESTC S112729	76,651	200

start For it ranne from eye to hart Calisto straite supposed loue Was faire and frollique for to loue Dian she Scap'd not free For well I wote heere-vpon She lou'd the Swaine Endimion Clitia Phaebus and Chloris eye Thought none so faire as Mercurie Venus thus Did discusse By her Sonne in darts of fire None so chast to check desire Dian rose with all her Maydes Blushing thus at Loues braides With sighs all Shew their thrall And flinging thence pronounc'd this saw What so strong as Loues sweete law Ro. Greene. FINIS ¶ Astrophell to Stella his third Song IF Orpheus voyce had force to breathe such musiques loue Through pores of sencelesse trees as it could make them moue If stones good measure daunc'd the Thebane walls to build To cadence of the tunes which Amphyons Lyre did yeeld More cause a like effect at least-wise bringeth O stones ô trees learne hearing Stella singeth If Loue might sweet'n so a boy of Sheepheards broode To make a ●yzard dull to tast Loues daintie foode If Eagle fierce could so in Grecian Mayde delight As his light was her eyes her death his endlesse night Earth gaue that Loue heau'n I trow Loue defineth O beasts ô birds looke Loue loe Stella shineth The birds stones and trees feele this and feeling Loue And if the trees nor stones stirre not the same to proue Nor beasts nor birds doo come vnto this blessed gaze Know that small Loue is quicke and great Loue dooth amaze They are amaz'd but you with reason armed O eyes ô eares of men how are you charmed S. Phil. Sidney FINIS ¶ A Song betweene Syrenus and Syluanus Syrenus WHo hath of Cupids cates and dainties prayed May feede his stomack with them at his pleasure If in his drinke some ease he hath assayed Then let him quench his thirsting without measure And if his weapons pleasant in their manner Let him embrace his standard and his banner For being free from him and quite exempted Ioyfull I am and proud and well contented Syluanus Of Cupids daintie cates who hath not prayed May be depriued of them at his pleasure If wormewood in his drinke he hath assayed Let him not quench his thirsting without measure And if his weapons in their cruell manner Let him abiure his standard and his banner For I not free from him and not exempted Ioyfull I am and proud and well contented Syrenus Loue 's so expert in giuing many a trouble That now I know not why he should be praised He is so false so changing and so double That with great reason he must be dispraised Loue in the end is such a iarring passion That none should trust vnto his peeuish fashion For of all mischiefe he 's the onely Maister And to my good a torment and disaster Syluanus Loue 's so expert in giuing ioy not trouble That now I know not but he should be praised He is so true so constant neuer double That in my minde he should not be dispraised Loue in the end is such a pleasing passion That euery one may trust vnto his fashion For of all good he is the onely Maister And foe vnto my harmes and my disaster Syrenus Not in these sayings to be proou'd a lyer He knowes that dooth not loue nor is beloued Now nights and dayes I rest as I desire After I had such greefe from me remooued And cannot I be glad since thus estraunged My selfe from false Diana I haue chaunged Hence hence false Loue I will not entertaine thee Since to thy torments thou doo'st seeke to traine me Syluanus Not in these saying to be proou'd a lyer He knowes that loues and is againe beloued Now nights and dayes I rest in sweete desire After I had such happy fortune prooued And cannot I be glad since not estraunged My selfe into Seluagia I haue chaunged Come come good Loue and I will entertaine thee Since to thy sweete content thou seek'st to traine me Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ Ceres Song in emulation of Cinthia SWell Ceres now for other Gods are shrinking Pomona pineth Fruitlesse her tree Faire Phaebus shineth Onely on me Conceite dooth make me smile whilst I am thinking How euery one dooth reade my storie How euery bough on Ceres lowreth Cause heauen plenty on me powreth And they in leaues doo onely glorie All other Gods of power bereauen Ceres onely Queene of heauen With roabes and flowers let me be dressed Cinthia that shineth Is not so cleare Cinthia declineth When I appeare Yet in this Isle she raignes as blessed And euery one at her dooth wonder And in my eares still fond fame whispers Cinthia shall be Ceres Mistres But first my Carre shall riue in sunder Helpe Phaebus helpe my fall is suddaine Cinthia Cinthia must be Soueraigne This Song was sung before her Maiestie at Bissam the Lady Russels in prograce The Authors name unknowne to me ¶ A Pastorall Ode to an honourable friend AS to the blooming prime Bleake Winter being fled From compasse of the clime Where Nature lay as dead The Riuers dull'd with time The greene leaues withered Fresh Zephyri the Westerne brethren be So th' honour of your fauour is to me For as the Plaines reuiue And put on youthfull greene As plants begin to thriue That disattir'd had beene And Arbours now aliue In former pompe are seene So if my Spring had any flowers before Your breathes Fauonius hath encreast the store E. B. FINIS ¶ A Nimphs disdaine of Loue. HEy downe a downe did Dian sing amongst her Virgins sitting Then loue there is no vainer thing for Maydens most vnfitting And so think I with a downe downe derrie VVhen women knew no woe but liu'd them-selues to please Mens fayning guiles they did not know the ground of their disease Vnborne was false suspect no thought of iealousie From wanton toyes and fond affect the Virgins life was free Hey downe a downe did Dian sing c. At length men vsed charmes to which what Maides gaue eare Embracing gladly endlesse harmes anone enthralled were Thus women welcom'd woe disguis'd in name of loue A iealous hell a painted show so shall they finde that proue Hey downe a downe did Dian sing amongst her Virgins sitting Then loue there is no vainer thing for Maydens most vnfitting And so thinke I with a downe downe derrie Ignoto FINIS ¶ Apollos Loue-Song for faire Daphne MY hart and tongue were twinnes at once conceaued The eldest was my hart borne dumbe by destinie The last my tongue of all sweet thoughts bereaued Yet strung and tun'd to play harts harmonie Both knit in one and yet a-sunder placed What hart would speake the tongue dooth still discouer What tongue dooth speake is of the hart embraced And both are one to make a new-found Louer New-found and onely found in Gods and Kings Whose words are deedes but deedes nor words regarded Chast thoughts doo mount and flie with swiftest wings My loue with paine my paine with losse rewarded Engraue vpon this tree Daphnes perfection That

beames where they once are darted Loue there-with is straite imparted Stella whose voyce when it speakes Sences all a-sunder breakes Stella whose voyce when it singeth Angels to acquaintance bringeth Stella in whose body is Writ each Character of blisse Whose face all all beauty passeth Saue thy minde which it surpasseth Graunt ô graunt but speech alas Failes me fearing on to passe Graunt ô me what am I saying But no fault there is in praying Graunt ô deere on knees I pray Knees on ground he then did stay That not I but since I loue you Time and place for me may mooue you Neuer season was more fit Neuer roome more apt for it Smiling ayre alowes my reason The birds sing now vse the season This small winde which so sweete is See how it the leaues dooth kisse Each tree in his best attyring Sence of loue to loue inspiring Loue makes earth the water drinke Loue to earth makes water sinke And if dumbe things be so wittie Shall a heauenly grace want pittie There his hands in their speech faine Would haue made tongues language plaine But her hands his hands repelling Gaue repulse all grace excelling Then she spake her speech was such As not eares but hart did touch While such wise she loue denied As yet loue she signified Astrophell said she my Loue Cease in these effects to proue Now be still yet still beleeue me Thy greefe more then death dooth greeue me If that any thought in me Can tast comfort but of thee Let me feede with hellish anguish Ioylesse helplesse endlesse languish If those eyes you praised be Halfe so deere as you to me Let me home returne starke blinded Of those eyes and blinder minded If to secret of my hart I doo any wish impart Where thou art not formost placed Be both wish and I defaced If more may be said I say All my blisse on thee I lay If thou loue my loue content thee For all loue all faith is meant thee Trust me while I thee denie In my selfe the smart I trie Tirant honour dooth thus vse thee Stellaes selfe might not refuse thee Therefore deere this no more moue Least though I leaue not thy loue Which too deepe in me is framed I should blush when thou art named There-with-all away she went Leauing him to passion rent With what she had done and spoken That there-with my Song is broken S. Phil. Sidney FINIS ¶ Syrenus his Song to Dianaes Flocks PAssed contents Oh what meane ye Forsake me now and doo not wearie me VVilt thou heare me ô memorie My pleasant dayes and nights againe I haue appai'd with seauen-fold paine Thou hast no more to aske me why For when I went they all did die As thou doo'st see O leaue me then and doo not wearie me Greene field and shadowed valley where Sometime my chiefest pleasure was Behold what I did after passe Then let me rest and if I beare Not with good cause continuall feare Now doo you see O leaue me then and doo not trouble me I saw a hart changed of late And wearied to assure mine Then I was forced to recure mine By good occasion time and fate My thoughts that now such passions hate O what meane ye Forsake me now and doo not wearie me You Lambs and Sheepe that in these Layes Did sometime follow me so glad The merrie houres and the sad Are passed now with all those dayes Make not such mirth and wunted playes As once did ye For now no more you haue deceaued me If that to trouble me you come Or come to comfort me in deede I haue no ill for comforts neede But if to kill me Then in some Now my ioyes are dead and dombe Full well may ye Kill me and you shall make an end of me Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ To Amarillis THough Amarillis daunce in greene Like Faierie Queene And sing full cleere With smiling cheere Yet since her eyes make hart so sore hey hoe I hill loue no more My Sheepe are lost for want of foode And I so wood That all the day I sit and watch a Heard-mayde gay Who laughs to see me sigh so sore hey hoe I hill loue no more Her louing lookes her beautie bright Is such delight That all in vaine I loue to like and loose my gaine For her that thanks me not therefore hey hoe I hill loue no more Ah wanton eyes my friendly foes And cause of woes Your sweet desire Breedes flames of yce and freeze in fire You scorne to see me weepe so sore hey hoe I hill loue no more Loue ye who list I force him not Sith God it wot The more I waile The lesse my sighs and teares preuaile What shall I doo but say therefore hey hoe I hill loue no more Out of M. Birds set Songs FINIS ¶ Cardenia the Nimph to her false Sheepheard Faustus FAustus if thou wilt reade from me These fewe and simple lines By them most clearely thou shalt fee How little should accounted be Thy faigned words and signes For noting well thy deedes vnkinde Sheepheard thou must not scan That euer it came to my minde To praise thy faith like to the winde Or for a constant man For this in thee shall so be found As smoake blowne in the aire Or like Quick-siluer turning round Or as a house built on the ground Of sands that doo impaire To firmenesse thou art contrarie More slipp'rie then the Ecle Changing as Weather-cocke on hie Or the Camelion on the die Or Fortunes turning wheele VVho would beleeue thou wert so free To blaze me thus each houre My Sheepheardesse thou liu'st in me My soule dooth onely dwell in thee And euery vitall power Pale Atropos my vitall string Shall cut and life offend The streames shall first turne to their spring The world shall end and euery thing Before my loue shall end This loue that thou didst promise me Sheepheard where is it found The word and faith I had of thee O tell me now where may they be Or where may they resound Too soone thou did'st the tytle gaine Of giuer of vaine words Too soone my loue thou did'st obtaine Too soone thou lou'dst Diana in vaine That nought but scornes affords But one thing now I will thee tell That much thy pacience mooues That though Diana dooth excell In beautie yet she keepes not well Her faith nor loyall prooues Thou then hast chosen each one saith Thine equall and a shrow For if thou hast vndone thy faith Her Loue and Louer she betrayeth So like to like may goe If now this Sonnet which I send Will anger thee Before Remember Faustus yet my friend That if these speeches doo offend Thy deedes doo hurt me more Thus let each one of vs amend Thou deedes I words so spent For I confesse I blame my pen Doo thou as much so in the end They deedes thou doo repent Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ Of Phillida AS I beheld I saw a Heardman wilde with his sheepe-hooke