Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	know_v	knowledge_n	see_v	2,585	5	3.6782	3	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A17043	The shepheards pipe	Browne, William, 1590-ca. 1645.; Davies, John, 1565?-1618.; Brooke, Christopher, d. 1628.; Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1614 (1614)	STC 3917; ESTC S120988	41,724	126

curtesie And if my iudgement erre not noted too More then in those that more would seeme to doe Such vertues thy rude modestie doth hide Which by thy proper luster I espy'd And though long mask't in silence they haue beene I haue a wisedome through that silence seene Yea I haue learned knowledge from thy tongue And heard when thou hast in concealement sung Which me the bolder and more willing made Thus to inuite thee to this homely shade And though it may be thou couldst neuer spye Such worth in me to make me knowne thereby In thee I doe for here my neigbouring sheepe Vpon the border of these downes I keepe Where often thou at Pastorals and playes Hast grac'd our Wakes on Sommer Holy-dayes And many a time with thee at this cold spring Met I to heare your learned shepherrds sing Saw them disporting in the shady groues And in chast Sonnets wooe their chaster loues When I endued with the meanest skill Mongst others haue been vrg'd to tune my quill Where cause but little cunning I had got Perhaps thou saw'st me though thou knew'st me 〈◊〉 Alexis Yes Thirsis I doe know thee and thy name Nor is my knowledge grounded all on fame Art not thou hee that but this other yeare Scard'st all the Wolues and Foxes in the sheere And in a match at Foot-ball lately try'd Hauing scarce twenty Satyres on thy side Held'st play and though assailed kept'st thy stand Gainst all the best-try'd Ruffians in the land Did'st thou not then in dolefull Sonnets ●…one When the beloued of great Pan was gone And at the wedding of faire THAME and RHYNE Sing of their glories to thy Valentine I know it and I must confesse that long In one thing I did doe thy nature wrong For till I markt the aime thy Satyrs had I thought them ouerbold and Thirsis mad But since I did more neerely on thee looke 〈◊〉 soone perceiu'd that I had all mistooke 〈◊〉 saw that of a Cynicke thou madst show ●…here since I find that thou were nothing so And thatof many thou much blame hadst go●… When as thy Innocence deseru'd it not But this too good opinion thou hast seem'd To haue of mee not so to bee esteem'd Preuailes not ought to stay him who doth feare Hee rather should reproofes then praises heare T is true I found thee plaine and honest too Which made mee like then loue as now I do And Thirsis though a stranger this I say Where I do loue I am not coy to stay Thirsis THankes gentle Swayne that dost so soone vnfold What I to thee as gladly would haue told And thus thy wonted curtesie exprest ●…n kindly entertaining this request Sure I should iniury my owne content Or wrong thy loue to stand on complement Who hast acquaintance in one word begunne As well as I could in an age haue done Or by an ouer weaning slownesse marre What thy more wisedome hath brought on so farre Then sit thou downe and I 'le my minde declare As frely as if wee familiars were And if thou wilt but daigne to giue mee eare Something thou maist for thy more profite heare Alexis Willingly Thirsis I thy wish obey Thirsis Then know Alexis from that very day When as I saw thee at that Shepheards Coare Where each I thinke of other tooke first noate I meane that Pastor who by Tauies springs Chaste Shepheards loues in sweetest numbers sings And with his Musicke to his greater fame Hath are made proud the fairest Nimphes of Tham E'ne then mee thought I did espy in thee Some vnperceiu'd and hidden worth to bee Which in thy more apparant vertnes shin'd And among many I in thought deuin'd By something my conceit had vnderstood That thou wert markt one of the Muses brood That made mee loue thee And that loue I beare Begat a Pitty and that Pitty Care Pitty I had to see good parts conceal'd Care I had how to haue that good reueal'd Since 't is a fault admitteth no excuse To possesse much and yet put nought in vse Heereon I vow'd if wee two euer met The first request that I would striue to get Should bee but this that thou wouldst shew thy skill How thou couldst tune thy verses to thy quill And teach thy Muse in some well framed song To shew the Art thou hast supprest so long Which if my new acquaintance m●…y obtaine Thirsis will euer honour this daies gaine Alexis Alas my small experience scarce can tell So much as where those Nymphes the Muses dw●…ly Nor though my slow conceit still trauels on Shall I ere reach to drinke of Hellicon Or if I might so fauour'd be to taste What those sweet streames but ouer-flow in waste And touch Parnassus where it low'st doth lye I feare my skill would hardly flagge so hye Thirsis Despaire not Man the Gods haue prized nought So deere that may not be with labour bought Nor need thy paine be great since Fate and Heauen They as a blessing at thy birth haue giuen Alexis Why say they had Th. Then vse their gifts thou must Or be vngratefull and so be vniust For if it cannot truly be deny'd Ingratitude mens benefites do hide Then more vngratefull must he be by oddes Who doth conceale the bounty of the Gods Alexis That 's true indeed but Enuy hateth those Who seeeking fame their hidden skill disclose Where else they might obscur'd from her espying Escape the blasts and danger of enuying Critickes will censure our best straines of Wit And purblinde Ignorance misconster it All which is bad yet worse then this doth follow Most hate the Muses and contemne APOLLO Thirsis So let them why should we their hate esteeme Is 't not enough we of our selues can deeme T is more to their disgrace that we scorne them Then vnto vs that they our Art contemne Can we haue better pastime then to see Our grosse heads may so much deceiued bee As to allow those doings best where wholly We scoffe them to their face and flout their folly Or to behold blacke Enuy in her prime Die selfe-consum'd whilst we vie liues with time And in despight of her more fame attaine Then all her malice can wipe out againe Alexis Yea but if I apply'd me to those straines Who should driue forth my flockes vnto the plaines Which whilst the Muses rest and leasure craue Must watering folding and attendance haue For if I leaue with wonted care to cherish Those tender heards both I and they should perish Thirsis Alexis now I see thou dost mistake There is no meaning thou thy charge forsake Nor would I wish thee so thy selfe abuse As to neglect thy calling for thy Muse But let these two so of each other borrow That they may season mirth and lessen sorrow Thy flocke will helpe thy charges to defray Thy Muse to passe the long and tedious day Or whilst thou tun'st sweet measures to thy Reed Thy sheep to listen will more neere thee feed The wolues will shun them

what remains but doth increase it more Looke on his sheepe alas their master 's gone Looke on the place where we two heretofore With locked arms haue vowd our loue Our loue which time shall see In shepheards songs for euer moue And grace their harmony It solitary seemes Behold our flowrie beds Their beauties fade and Violets For sorrow hang their heads T is not a Cypresse bough a count'nance sad A mourning garment wailing Elegie A standing herse in sable vesture clad A Toombe built to his names eternitie Although the shepheards all should striue By yearly obsequies And vow to keepe thy fame aliue In spight of destinies That can suppresse my griefe All these and more may be Yet all in vaine to recompence My greatest losse of thee Cypresse may fade the countenance bee changed A garment rot an Elegie forgotten A herse'mongst irreligious rites bee ranged A toombe pluckt down or else through age be rotten All things th'vnpartiall hand of Fate Can raze out with a thought These haue a seu'rall fixed date Which ended turne to nought Yet shall my truest cause Of sorrow firmly stay When these effects the wings of Time Shall fanne and sweepe away Looke as a sweet Rose fairely budding forth Bewrayes her beauties to th'enamour'd morne Vntill some keeneblast from the enuious North Killes the sweet budd that was but newly borne Or else her rarest smels delighting Make her her selfe betray Some white and eurious hand inuiting To plucke her thence away So stands my mournfull case For had he beene lesse good He yet vncropt had kept the stocke Whereon he fairely stood Yet though so long hee liu'd not as hee might Hee had the time appointed to him giuen Who liueth but the space of one poore night His birth his youth his age is in that Eeuen Who euer doth the period see Of dayes by heau'n forth plotted Dyes full of age as well as hee That had more yeares alotted In sad Tones then my verse Shall with incessant teares Bemoane my haplesse losse of him And not his want of yeares In deepest passions of my griefe-swolne breast Sweete soule t●…is onely comfort seizeth me That so few yeares should make thee so much blest And gaue such wings to reach ETERNITY Is this to dye No as a shippe Well built with easie winde A lazy hulke doth farre out-strippe And soonest harbour finde So PHILARETE fled Quicke was his passage giuen When others must haue longer time To make them fit for heauen Then not for thee these briny teares are spent But as the Nightingale against the breere T is for my selfe I moane and doe lament Not that thou left'st the world but left'st mee heere Heere where without thee all delights Faile of their pleasing powre All glorious dayes seeme vgly nights Me thinkes no Aprill showre Embroder should the earth But briny reares distill Since FLORA'S beauties shall no more Be honour'd by thy quill And yee his sheepe in token of his lacke Whilome the fairest flocke on all the plaine Yeane neuer Lambe but bee it cloath'd in blacke Yee shady Sicamours when any Swaine To carue his name vpon your rinde Doth come where his doth stand Shedde droppes if he be so vnkinde To raze it with his hand And thou my loued Muse No more should'st numbers moue But that his name should euer liue And after death my loue This said he sigh'd and with o're-drowned eyes Gaz'd on the heauens for what he mist on earth Then from the earth full sadly gan arise As farre from future hope as present mirth Vnto his Cote with heauy pace As euer sorrow trode He went with minde no more to trace Where mirthfull Swaines abode And as he spent the day The night he past alone Was neuer Shepheard lou'd more deere Nor made a truer mone TO THE VERTVOVS and much lamenting Sisters of my euer admired friend Mr THOMAS MANVVOOD To me more known then you is your sad chance Oh! had I still enioy'd such ignorance Then I by these spent teare not bin known Nor left anothers griefe to sing mine owne Yet since his fate hath wrought these throes Permit a Partner in your woes The cause doth yeeld and still may do Ynough for YOV and others to●… But if such plaints for YOV are kep Yet may I grieue since you haue wept For hee more perfect growes to be●… That feeles anothers MISERIE And thogh these drops which mourning run From seuerall Fountaines first begun And some farre off some neerer sleete They will at last in one streame meete Mine shal with yours yours mix w th mine And make one Offring at his Shrine For whose ETERNITIE on earth my Muse To build this ALTAR did her best skill vse And that you I and all that held him deere Our teares and sighes might freely offer heere THE SHEPHEARDS PIPE THE FIFTH EGLOGVE To his ingenious friend Mr. CHRISTOPHER BROOKE THE ARGVMENT WILLY incites his friend to write Things of a higher fame Then silly Shephards vse endite Valid in a Shepheards name WILLY and CVTTY MOrne had got the start of night Lab'ring men were ready dight With their shouels and their spades For the field and as their trades Or at hedging wrought or ditching For their food more then enritching When the shepheards from the fold All their bleating charges told And full carefull search'd if one Of all their flocke were hurt or gone Or if in the night-time cul'd Any had their fleeces pul'd 'Mongst the rest not least in care CVTTY to his fold gan fare And yong WILLY that had giuen To his flocke the latest euen Neighbourhood with CVTTY's sheep Shaking off refreshing sleepe Hy'd him to his charge that blet Where he busied CVTTY met Both their sheepe told and none mist Of their number then they blist PAN and all the Gods of plaines For respecting of their traines Of silly sheepe and in a song Praise gaue to that holy throng Thus they draue their flockes to graze Whose white fleeces did amaze All the Lillies as they passe Where their vsuall feeding was Lillies angry that a creature Of no more eye-pleasing feature Then a sheepe by natures duty should be crownd with far more beauty Then a Lilly and the powre Of white in sheepe ourgoe a flowre From the middle of their sprout Like a Furies sting thrust out Dart-like forks in death to steep them But great PAN did safely keepe them And affoorded kinde repaire To their dry and wonted laire Where their maisters that did eye them Vnderneath a Haw-thorne by them On their pipes thus gan to play And with rimes weare out the day Willie CEase CVTTY cease to feed these simple Flockes And for a Trumpet change thine Oaten-reeds O're-looke the vallies as aspiring rockes And rather march in steele then shepheards weeds Beleeue me CVTTY for heroicke deeds Thy verse is fit not for the liues of Swaines Though both thou canst do well and none proceeds To leaue high pitches for the lowly plaines Take thou a Harpe