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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	good_a	love_n	love_v	4,903	5	6.7044	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16729	The arbor of amorous deuises VVherin, young gentlemen may reade many plesant fancies, and fine deuises: and thereon, meditate diuers sweete conceites, to court the loue of faire ladies and gentlewomen by N.B. Gent.	Jones, Richard, fl. 1564-1602.; Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1597 (1597)	STC 3631; ESTC S104691	23,428	52

knowledge and we will not know him He bids vs aske and we wil neuer mooue him He bids vs come and we are running from him He giues vs life and yet we neuer loue him He is our King and we doe not respect him He is our God and yet we doe neglect him And nought but man that can o● dare deuise How to offend that holy wil of his In onely man that cursed humor lyes That makes no care ●o run his course amis But day by day doth more and more offend him Whose onely hand doth from all hurt defend him Vngrateful man whom God did onely make In loue to loue and with his loue preserueth And for his loue endured for his sake Such death of life as dearest loue deserueth What cursed hart would in displeasure mooue him That giuing all askes nothing but to loue him Oh loue sweet loue oh high and heauenly loue The onely loue that leads to happie life Oh loue that liues for liui●g hearts behoue And makes an end of euery hateful strife How happie he that kindly can attaine it And how accurst that dare for to disdaine it Loue was the cause that first we were created Loue is the life that we haue giuen to lead Loue is the cause we neuer can be hated Loue is our life when other life is dead Loue is ●he grace that highest good doth giue Learne but to loue and t' is enough to liue First loue thy God that taught ●hee how to loue Then loue the loue that he in loue hath taught thee That loue so fixed as nothing can remoue The hope of life that highest loue hath wroght thee Thus if thou loue thy loue will be a friend To gaine the life where loue wil neuer end Finis A Louers complaint TO loue alas what may I call thy loue Thy vncouth loue thy passions wondrous strange A mischiefe deadly such as for to prooue My heart would shun if power I had to change To change said I recant againe that sound Recant I must recant it shall indeede Sith in my heart ●o many things abound As yeelds desart how ere my fancies speed Sweet is the lewre that feeds my gazing eyes Sweeter the lookes that whet me hote desire Sweet is the harbor where my quiet lies But too vnsweet the meanes for to aspire Yet must I loue I loue and so I doe Suppose it hard the thing wherat I retcht VVho doubts but pearles are for the best to woe And greatest minds to highest actions stretch Be witnes yet my friendes of all my paine And powers diuine that know my iust complaint Let all my loue within my barke remaine VVhom harmefull force hath neuer power to taint Finis A dialogue betweene Caron and Ama●o● A. COme Caron come with speede C. What haste who calleth me A. A woful wight drownd in despaire which now hath neede of thee C. Who craues my helpe wants hap But what afflicts the so A. My hope is turned to despaire My friend become my foe Who vow'd her selfe to me But periur'd of her faith Performeth not she promised As carelesse what she saith C. Ah tyrant that she is But what doost thou intend● A. That with one death ten thousand deaths might haue their final end C. Oh man for ferrie boat Goe doe what is assignd Despairing soules of Louers faind May here no passage find A. Oh Caron cruell wretch That thus hast mocked me These hands of mine shall make a boate To passe in spight of thee These eyes that stand with ●●ares Shal make a flood to flow This heart shal stuffe my sayles with sighes And force my boate to goe Finis A Sonnet Giue me leaue to loue thee lasse giue me leaue to loue thee Thou seest that I can doe no lesse then giue me leaue to loue thee THy golden hayre thy forehead faire Thy daintie browes thy eyes so cleare Those pretie dimplets to them neere Doe cause me thus to loue thee Giue me leaue c. Thy comely cheekes like damask rose Y●mixt with Lillies I suppose Euen parted by thy comely nose Would cause a man to loue thee Giue me leaue c. Thy mouth from thence deuided is By such proportion ofblis What treasure can be like to this that makes me thus to loue thee Giue me leaue c. Thine Amber breath thy pretie chin Indimpled where it doth begin Doth make me thinke it were a sin If that I should not loue thee Giue me leaue c. Thy Lilly neck that piller deere Like Alablaster white and cleere Twixt vpright shoulders doth appeare To make a man to loue thee Giue me leaue c. Thy long smooth arme thy silke softe hand I wish were to my neck a band So might I let thee vnderstand how well that I doe loue thee Giue me leaue c. Vpon thy breasts more white then snow Two pretie pamplets euenly grow O● venus guifts the richest show to make a man to loue thee Giue me leaue c. Thy middle sm●ll that curdie rock That there lyeth hid vnder thy smock Doe mooue my spirits I doe not mocke Exceedingly to loue thee Giue me leaue c. Thy hidden parts I recommend To his conceit who is thy friend Whose labour sure doth onely tend in part and whole to loue thee Giue me leaue c. Thy brawned thigh thy whirled knee Thy legge thine anckle pretilie Doe giue such comfort vnto mee that I of force must loue thee Giue me leaue c. Thy heele thy foot thy toes so straight That trip and tread with such a sleight Doe with my sences all so fraight that needs I must thus loue thee Giue me leaue c. Each comelie parte from top to toe Will breed my sillie heart much woe Vnles it please thee for to show that thou againe wilt loue me Giue me leaue c. Then sayd my loue sith that you say And doe protest to loue me aye My loue to you I le not denay in sorte as you doe loue me Giue me leaue c. So had I leaue to loue my Lasse So had I leaue to loue her Now should I be too much an Asse If I would not then prooue her Giue me leaue c. Finis A Poeme MY Mistresse all alone my seruice I did vowe She sware as she a woman was no loue she did allow Alas then grew my paine it greu d me to the heart My sences then so sencelesse were as that I felt no smart And standing in a maz as Aspis on the charme She said and swore to saue my life she wisht no good nor harme Alas what bitter sweet alas what pleasant paine What shiuering heat what chilling cold did passe through euery vain● And when I would haue sworne her heart would neuer mooue By Iesus Christ she tooke that oath that she did neuer loue Alas what was I then alas what am I now Too weake to loue too strong to die quick dead I know not how Finis A Poeme

neuer can haue ●nd It is the Throne ofhigh 〈◊〉 sweete The God of power of glorie and of grace Where vertue dwe●s and her adherents meete In ioyful feare to see his heauenly face Where holy saints and highe●● Angels sing An Alleluia to their heauenly King There is the day and there is neue● night There euer ioy and there is neuer sorrow There neuer wrong bu● there is euer right There eue● haue and neuer need to borrow There euer loue and there is neuer hate Neuer but there was euer such a state There all the graces doe agree in one There liueth brethren in one ●inke of loue There all the saints doe ferue one King alone Who giues the blis of highest hearts behoue There is the place of perfect paradice Where conscience liues and comfort neuer die● There is the Sun the beautie of the skie The Moone and Starres the candles of the night Th●re is the essence of that hea●enly eye That blinds the proud and giues the humble light There is the rain●bow bended by his hand Who doth both heauen earth se● hel cōmand There sitteth God in glorie of hi● throne With Virgins saints and Angels all attended Who in his ●re hath Kingdomes ouerthrowen And in his loue hath little things defended Whose glorie more then may by man be knowen And glorie most is in his mercy showen There doth he sit in highest of his power Calling the poore vnto his ●ich reliefe Sowing the sweete that killeth euerie sower Giuing the salue that healeth euery griefe Makieg them liue that lo●g were dead before And liuing ●o that they can die no more By him alone the dumbe doe speake ag●ine O● him alone the blinde receiue their seeing With him alone is pleasure without pain In him alone haue blessed hearts their beeing To him alone and onely but vnto him All glorie due that al the world may doe hi● Now haue I writ though far beneath the worth Of highest H●auen what happie hart conceiuet● Now wil I trie in order to set forth Direction such ●s neuer hope deceiueth How care may climbe the hill of happines Where is the heauen of highest blessednesse Grace is the gro●●d of euery good that is The ground once good how can the work be ill Then that the minde may not be lead amisse Beseech the helpe of his most blessed will Whose onely word ●●ts downe the pa●●age be●● Of humble soules ●o their de●i●ed ●est Begin to leaue and make an end to loue Such wanton thoughts as wofull sorrow giue Be once resolu'd and neuer doe remoue To liue to die as thou mayst die to li●● Which hell to hate and seeke for heauenly bli● Read of the world and tell me what it is The world in ●rueth is b●●● wof●ll vale Where griefe for grasse and si●nes doe grow for feed Where substance sence and s●ules are set to sale While hoorders heape that naked people need And for the gaine but of a simple groat One man wil seeke to cut anothers throate What is the●e here that can con●ent the hart That knowes content or what it doth containe What thought so swee● but brings as sower a smart What pleasure such but breeds a greater paine What thing so good but prooues in fine so euill As but for God would bea●e men to the deuill What is the earth the labour of the life What is the sea a gulfe of grislie lakes Wh●t is the ayre a stuffe of filthie strife What is the fire the spoyle of that it takes Since these are al whence euerie thing doth spring What is the world bu● euen a woful thing What thing is man a clod of mirie clay Slime of the earth a slaue to filthie sinne Springs like a weed and so doth weare away Goes to the earth where first he did begin Thinke with thy selfe when thou thy selfe art suc● What is in man that man should be so much What hath the world to leade thy minde to loue In true effect a fardle full of toyes For wey the pith what euerie man doth prooue The perfect Gems are most vnperfect ioyes Consider all what fancie bringeth forth The best conceit will fall out nothing worth What worldlie thinges doe follow fancie most Weal●h beautie loue fine diet honour fame What finds aff●ct both loue and labour lost D●sdai●e disease dishonour death and shame Where care and sorrow death and dead●ie strife Doo rule the roste in this accursed life What thing is beautie a colour pu●cklie gone And what is wealth when riches fall to rust What thing is loue a toy to thinke vpon Fine diet drosse to feede a filthie lust What worldlie honor oft vnworthie praise What ease the cause whereby the life decayes What is disdaine the scorne of proud conceit And what disease the death of discontent Dishonor next the fruit of fond deceit And what is death the end of ill intent Now what is shame a shamefull thing to tel What is the world but wickeds way to hel For beasts for birds for fishes flowers and trees And all such thinges created for our vse What thing is man to take such things as these By want of grace to turne vnto abuse Oh wretched world when man that shuld be best In beastly thing● proou●s worse then all the rest Thus haue I shew'd the world and wh●t is A wicked place and ful of wretched woes A sincke of sinne shut out from heauenly blis Where lacke of grace doth wit and r●ason loose So vile a thing as who in kinde doth prooue it Will soone confesse he hath no cause to loue it Now how to leaue this loath some life of outs The h●tefull hel the ground of euerie griefe Implore the helpe of those assured powers Who neuer faile the faithfull soule reliefe Lay by these thoughts that are to be abhord And set thy heart vpon the heauenlie Lord. First know thy God and what a God he is Without beginning and can haue no end Who in his loue created onely his And by his hand doth eue● his defend Whose glorious essence of his excellence Makes highest powers to tremble at his presence He made the world and what it doth containe Onely but man he made vnto his loue And mans good will was his desired gaine Till proud attempt did high displeasure mooue He plagu'd his pride yet when he saw his paine He gaue the salue that heald the wound againe He gaue the rules to guide the soule aright VVhat it should doe and what it should not doe He shew'd the su●me of his desires delight And what the heart should set it selfe vntoo And in t●e good of his most gracious will He shew'd the good that healed euerie ill He gaue the sunne the moone and starres a course That they obserue according to his will He makes the tides to take their due recourse And sets the earth where it doth settle stil● He made the substance of each element And sets his foote vpon the firmament He giues vs