Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	life_n	love_n	love_v	2,826	5	6.6025	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13985	[T]he true hearted l[over], or, A young-man sent a letter to his love to the tune of, I fancy none but thee alone.	Trusswell, William.	1640 (1640)	STC 24299.5; ESTC S2937	1,656	2

the true hearted L●●●● OR A Young-man sent a letter to his Love Shewing to her his mind could not remove But for true love he love againe doth crave If false she prove then he must to the Grave To the Tune of I fancy none but thee alone MY loving friend I doe commen● my selfe most kindly unto you Wishing your health your joy and wea●●h most like unto a Lover true For Cupids dart hath struck my he●●●… and I no remedy can finde Your love it is the cause of this therefore sweet Love proue not unkind Your love so soone my heart did woun● that I no longer can forbeare ●ill you my love with it be mou'd and that an answere I doe heare I shall not rest for I protest that I doe love you as my heart Therefore my deare let love appeare to love againe it is thy part If thou should'st not what were my lot the time and day I should repent That ever my love to thée I mo 〈…〉 my heart with sorrow ●●●ld be spent Because my love cannot remoue but it will bréeve my deadly paine Then swéet prove kind that I may find for love fou●e love of thée againe Or else my paine will still remaine no joy nor comfort I can have Vntill that death hath stopt my breath and brought my body to the grave Thy lovely lookes are bayteing hookes and they so fast have catcht my heart That none but thée can remedy my griefe my woe my paine and smart Séeing in thy hands my life if stands consider well my griefe and mone If thou didst knowe the griefe and woe that I suffer for thée alone Thy heart I thinke if it were flint it could not chuse but grant me love For I love thée most faithfully and till I die I le not remoue So Love adue thy lover true ●●ll he doth heare from thée againe Praies for thy health thy joy and wealth hopeing thou will not bréed his paine So I will pray both night and day the Lord to have thée in hi● 〈…〉 So till I heare from thée my d●●●● adue my love and onely swéet 〈…〉 The second part To the same Tune OR 〈…〉 kind Mai●… answer 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 true to thee as Hero to Leander I le be thy love thou shalt be my Commander As in my answer plainely shall be showne Let Hymen joyne and then I am thy owne THankes love for thy commendations unto me so kindly sent I it receive with kind embracing I 'le not breed thee discontent Though Cupids shaft with a ful draught did ayme aright and pierce thy heart The wound I le cure I thée assure and ease thee of that grievous smart If it be I thy heart have wounded 't was a thing to me unknowne Be not then in sorrowes drowned for ver that vowed to vs thy owne But rest in peace let love increase I will thée love while I have breath I will not part from thée sweet heart untill that I am forc'd by death Thy lot 's according to thy wishing to repent thou hast no cause With kind embraces and with hissing I will kéep God Cupids Lawes Ere false I l'e prove to thée my love or doe thée wrong by day or night I rather chuse my life to loose then wrong my love and hearts delight 〈…〉 paine I 'le strive to ease thée 〈…〉 t love good comfort take 〈…〉 ●ight shall be to please thée I 'le dye ere I will thée forsake But unto thée as true I 'le be as is the Turtle to his mate Whilst life thou hast my love is plat'st If life thou loose my life I le hate Thy plaints and moane I have regarded my hand and heart be ever thine I have thy love with love rewarded as thy hand and heart is mine So shall it rest within my brest I 'le entertainment give unto it I 'le it relieve I 'le not it grieve 〈…〉 ●ather lose my life then doe it So with my love and true affection I doe now my love commend Vnto the hands and the protection of him that doth all blessings send And so I end thy loving friend hath now her love to thée made knowne In hymens bands let us joyne hands and then my love I am thine owne FINIS William Trusswell Printed by R. Oulton for Iohn 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 younger and are to be sold 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 shop in the Old-Baily 〈…〉