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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	adam_n	life_n	sin_n	11,490	5	5.1276	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A34824	The mistresse, or, Several copies of love-verses written by Mr. A. Cowley, in his youth, and now since his death thought fit to be published.	Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.	1667 (1667)	Wing C6675; ESTC R21532	35,209	128

may give their Altars o're They 'l smoak but seldome any more If none but Happy Men must them adore 2. The Lightning which tall Oakes oppose in vain To strike sometimes does not disdain The humble Furzes of the Plain She being so high and I so low Her power by this doth greater show Who at such distance gives so sure a blow 3. Compar'd with her all things so worthlesse prove That nought on earth can towards her move Till 't be exalted by her Love Equall to her alas ther 's none She like a Deity is growne That must Create or else must be alone 4. If there be man who thinks himselfe so high As to pretend aequality He deserves her lesse then I For he would cheat for his reliefe And one would give with lesser grief To an undeserving Beggar then a Thiefe Against Fruition NO thour' t a fool I 'le swear if ere thou grant Much of my Veneration thou must want Whence once thy kindnesse puts my Ignorance out For a learn'd Age is alwaies least devout Keep still thy distance for at once to me Goddesse and Woman too thou canst not be Thour't Queen of all that sees thee and as such Must neither Tyrannize nor yeeld to much Such freedome give as may admit command But keep the Forts and Magazines in thine hand Thour' t yet a whole world to me and dost fill My large ambition but 't is dang'rous still Lest I like the Pellaean Prince should be And weep for other worlds hav'ng conquerd thee When Love has taken all thou hast away His strength by too much riches will decay Thou in my fancy dost much higher stand Then Women can be plac'd by Natures hand And I must needs I 'me sure a loser be To change Thee as Thour' t there for very Thee Thy sweetnesse is so much within me plac'd That shouldst thou Nectar give 't would spoile the tast Beauty at first moves wonder and delight 'T is Natures Jugling trick to cheat the sight Wee'admire it whilst unknown but after more Admire our selves for liking it before Love like a greedy Hawke if we give way Does over-gorge himselfe with his own Prey Of very hopes a surfeit he 'le sustain Unlesse by fears he cast them up again His spirit and sweetnesse dangers keep alone If once he lose his sting he growes a Drone Love undiscovered 1. I Others may with safety tell The moderate Flames which in them dwell And either find some Med'cin there Or cure themselves even by Despair My Love 's so great that it might prove Dangerous to tell her that I Love So tender is my wound it must not bear Any salute though of the kindest aire 2. I would not have her know the pain The Torments for her I sustain Lest too much goodnesse make her throw Her Love upon a Fate too Iow Forbid it Heaven my Life should be Weigh'd with her least Conveniencie No let me perish rather with my grief Then to her disadvantage find reliefe 3. Yet when I dye my last breath shall Grow bold and plainly tell her all Like covetous men who nere discry Their deare hid Treasures till they dye Ah fairest Mayd how should it chear My Ghost to get from Thee a Tear But take heed for if me thou Pittiest then Twenty to one but I shall live again The given Heart 1. I Wonder what those Lovers mean who say They have given their Hearts away Some good kind Lover tell me how For mine is but a Torment to me now 2. If so it be one place both hearts contain For what do they complain What courtesie can Love do more Then joyne Hearts that parted were before 3. Woe to her stubborn Heart if once mine come Into the selfe same roome 'T will tear and blow up all within Like a Granado shot into a Magazin 4. Then shall Love keep the ashes and torn parts Of both our broken Hearts Shall out of both one new one make From hers th' Allay from mine the Mettall take 5. For of her heart he from the Flames will find But little left behind Mine only will remain entire No drosse was there to perish in the Fire The Prophet 1. TEach me to Love go teach thy selfe more witt I chief Professour am of it Teach craft to Scots and thrift to Jews Teach boldnesse to the Stews In Tyrants Courts teach supple flattery Teach Sophisters and Jesuites to lye Teach fire to burn and winds to blow Teach restlesse fountains how to flow Teach the dull earth fixt to abide Teach Women kind Inconstancy and Pride See if your diligence here will usefull prove But neither teach not me to Love 2. The God of Love if such a thing there be May learn to love from Mee He who does boast that he has bin In every Heart since Adams sinne I 'le lay my Life my Mrs. on 't that 's more I le teach him things he never knew before I le teach him a Receipt to make Tears which shall understand and speak I le teach him Sighes like those in Death At which the Soule goes out too with the breath Still the Soule stayes yet still does from me runne As light and heat does with the Sun 3. 'T is I who Loves Columbus am t is I Who must new Worlds in it descry Rich Worlds that yield of Treasure more Than all that has been known before And yet like his I fear my Fate must be To find them out for others not for Me. Mee'times to come I know it shall Loves last and greatest Prophet call But ah what 's this if she refuse To hear the wholesome Doctrines of my Muse If to my share the Prophets Fate must come Hereafter Fame here Martyrdome The Resolution 1. THe Devill take those foolish men Who gave you first such powers Wee stood on even grounds till then If any odds Creation made it ours 2. For shame let these weak chaines be broke Lets our slight bonds like Sampson tear And nobly cast away that yoake Which we nor our Forefathers ere could bear 3. French Lawes forbid the female Reign Yet Love does them to slavery draw Alas if wee 'le our rights maintain T is all Mankind must make a Salique Law Called Inconstant 1. HA ha you think y'have killd my fame By this not understood yet common Name A Name that 's full and proper when assigned To Womankind But when you call us so It can at best but for a Metaphor go 2. Can you the shore Inconstant call Which still as Waves passe by embraces all That had as leife the same waves alwaies love Did they not from him move Or can you faults with Pilots finde For changing course yet never blame the wind 3. Since drunk with vanity you fell The things turne round to you that stedfast dwell And you your selfe who from us take your flight Wonder to find us out of sight So the same errour ceazes you As men in motion think the Trees move too The