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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	cold_a	hot_a	zone_n	23	3	14.8535	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19913	Wittes pilgrimage, (by poeticall essaies) through a vvorld of amorous sonnets, soule-passions, and other passages, diuine, philosophicall, morall, poeticall, and politicall. By Iohn Dauies	Davies, John, 1565?-1618.	1605 (1605)	STC 6344; ESTC S109368	85,753	170

Heauens wold If they so happy were it to embrace Who breaths this Aire their breath most sweet must be Though it before the Aire made most vnsweet On It I le liue till She returne to me To take the aire which from hir first did fleet And then in Words she shall receaue the same That shall be sweetned with hir praise and Name 60 Parhaps I doo though you thinke otherwise Loue in the tenderst Bowels of my Soule But what Can I not loue vnlesse there lies Loue in my Front while yours in hate doth scoule If no faith in the Front doth lie no loue Lies where no faith is for loue liues thereby Then the Fronts Arguments doo nothing proue But showe of trueth inuolu'd in Falacie And if the Front saie true and true it bee That Womens Naies are euer double Yeas Then your Front euer giuing Naies to mee Doo giue me twice as many yeas by These But in true loue I hold that Skill vnfit That discontents the Will to please the Wit 61 VVIll you your Will be done haue me loue so That by my Looks the same you best may see And wil you loue in Deed and hate in show Do as you will your wil is law to me Yet Show hath much deceite but Substance none Then most substantiall is the truest loue The foreheads falshood is more seen then known Yet known of most that least thereof approue Then sith the Front 's so full of Falacy I cannot trust yours more then you can myne But if you would our Harts should open lye Change Harts with me or let vs them combine Then feelingly our harts we so shall kno To This Sowr Sweet say double yea or No. 62 MY Tongue is turn'd to Eyes mine Eyes to Eares In the dread presence of my deeerest Loue Who while shee speakes my very seeing heares Hir Tongue and Bodie do so sprightly moue My Tongue Eares are deaff dumbe the whiles Orewhelm'd with Loue and Ioy and Hope in each Only my Lookes applaude hir Words with smiles As if they onely heard and saw Their reache And sith with hir I cannot interpleade But m●erely by the m●ane of speaking-Lookes Sith Lookes alone must stand me then in steade My Lookes shal be Loue and Witts record Bookes Wherein shee still may reade what I conceaue Of her sweete words and what replies I giue 63 SAie you deere Sweet● my Lines are labour'd sore My Lines I know will tell you no such thing Though euery Line do●h laboure more and ●ore Till they my Griefe conceal'd to light do bring But for my Lines themselues they labor'd are With no more paine then paine in pleasure takes Sith they my Hart vnburden of much care That yet for want of better yssue akes A Labour'd Line 's too busie for my Braine That is well 〈◊〉 distracted with muh Thought Let those Lines laboure that by Lines do gaine ●or I haue labour'd Lines too loage for nought Sith my best labou●'d Lines you still reward VVith saying tushe this paines might well be spar'd 64 VVHile Words I weigh in Scales of my Conceite To know their weight that merit most respect And while I vse some Arte without Deceite To place them where they may haue most effect I finde the weightiest Words are farre too light To weigh the Will resolu'd not to be waid And though their plac● make infinite their might Yet stirre they not a Mind peruersly staid Then whie seeke I to mooue you by my Words I know not I because I know so much Yet this lost labour my Loue you affords Which ● It draw not shall your hardnesse touche For were you Steele the Magnes of my Loue Would draw you too 't but harder you I proue 67 YOur Soules rough Calmes that neither hate nor ●oue Your Minde vnmou'd with praises or reproofe The lesse they moued are the more they moue My froward loue to stand the more aloofe Yet looks it back when it is well-ny gone Supposing It should not so giue you or'e Then tries some other kinde Conclusion Which speeds no better then those tride before You hate me not for well you vse me still You loue me not sith you feele not my paine This like your mortall hate offends my Will Yet this is all the loue my Loue doth gaine What Mettell are you off sure fleshe and Blood Are not so staid that nought can moue their moode 66 VVHere shall I hide me from Loues Pow'r ô where If to th' Antipodes from him I fly Hee Pricks his Flights at me and hitts me there If neere at hand his Torche my Flesh doth fry In Earth his Shafts haue all fubdu'd to Him The Sea 's his Mothers Contrie and beside He naked is and so can faster swymme And through the Aire he on his Wings doth glide If to the Fire I flie it s to himselfe Then Heau'n and Hell if Poetts fable not Haue felt the great force of the little El●e Thus all in all are subiect to his Shot Then sith no where I can be safe from these I le hide me no where That is in mine ease 67 BVt This and then my Pen shall make aboade In endlesse Rest For euen now the same Goes stradling vnderneathe a heauie Loade For Heauinesse his forme doth quite vnframe Who sheddeth sable Teares well mixt with Bryne To rue his owners sorrowes bitter state And maketh happlesse Blotts in eu'ry Line To Simbolize his Loue vnfortunate The sincking Paper makes them spreading runne As ●r●efe runnes spreading in his sincking Hart Pen Y●ke and Paper then are quite vndone As is their Master with sad Sorrowes smart And all that smart I feele through your disdaine Who wounds my Hart with loue yet scornes my paine 68 VVOrke on my Hart sterne Griefe and do thy worst Draw it togeather till his Strings do crack My Minde will nere be whole till they bee burst Then breake breake Hart ere broken bee my Back Which vndergoes a VVorld of heauie Harmes That well might breake It and an Hart of Oke Then Griefe extend the vigor of thine Armes To crush his substance into Sighings smoke Hope thou dost hurt It with thy helping Hand Who Ape-like kilst it with a kind embrace Thy Charge wan Hope yeeld to pale Deaths Command That Hee my vitall Spirits may haue in Chase For sith good Lucke proues lucklesse in my Loue Go hange thee Hope yet stay lest I it proue 69 GIue mee faire Sweete the Mapp well co●lored Of that same little World your selfe to see Whether those Zones of hott Loue and cold Dreade Bee so extreame in you as th' are in mee If on the Hatt that small Worlds Center greate Such Heate and Cold their vtt'most Powers imploy No Thoughts could dwell therein for Cold and Hea●e Which my distem'pred-dismall Thoughts annoy But if I finde the Climes more temperate In your World then in mine I le thether send My Thoughts by Colonies in wretched State Sith there for'thwith they cannot choose