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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	woman_n	worthy_a	young_a	38	3	5.2952	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19943	A poetical rapsody containing, diuerse sonnets, odes, elegies, madrigalls, and other poesies, both in rime, and measured verse. Neuer yet published. The bee and spider by a diuerse power, sucke hony' & poyson from the selfe same flower.	Davison, Francis, 1575?-1619?	1602 (1602)	STC 6373; ESTC S113564	68,412	238

st That your fauours iealous Eies suppresse No onely Virtue neuer-sleeping Hath your faire Mindes and Bodies keeping I st That to many moe I loue professe Goddesse you haue my Hearts oblation And no Saint else lippes inuocation No none of these The cause I now discouer No woman loues a faithfull worthy Louer A Quatrain IF you reward my loue with loue againe My blisse my life my heau'n I will deeme you But if you prowdly quite it with disdaine My curse my death my hell I must esteeme you SONNET IX To a worthy Lord now dead vpon presenting him for a New-yeers-gift with Caesars Commentaries and Cornelius Tacitus WOrthily famous Lord whose Virtues rare Set in the golde of neuer-stain'd Nobilitie And noble minde shining in true humilitie Make you admir'de of all that vertuous are ●f as your Sword with enuy imitates Great Caesars Sword in all his deedes victorious So your learn'd Pen would striue to be glorious And write your Acts perform'd in forrein States Or if some one with the deepe wit inspir'd Of matchles Tacitus would them historifie Thē Caesars works so much we should not glorifie And Tacitus would be much lesse desir'd ●ut till your selfe or some such put them forth ●ccept of these as Pictures of your worth To SAMVEL DANIEL Prince of Englist Poets Vpon his three seuerall sortes of Poesie Liricall in his Sonnets Tragicall in Rosamond and Cleopatra Heroicall in his Ciuill Warres OLympiaes matchlesse Son whenas he knew How many crowns his fathers sword had gaind With smoaking sighs and deep-fetcht sobs did rew And his braue cheekes with scalding teares bedew 〈◊〉 that kingdomes now so few remain'd ●y his victorious Arme to bee obtain'd So Learned Daniel when as thou didst see That Spenser erst so far had spred his fame That hee was Monark deem'd of Poesie Thou didst I gesse eu'n burne with Iealousie Lest Lawrell were not left enough to frame A neast sufficient for thine endlesse Name But as that Pearle of Greece soone after past In wondrous conquests his renowned sire And others all whose names by Fame are plac'te In highest seate So hath thy Muse surpast Spenser and all that doe with hot desire To the Thunder-scorning Lawrel-crown aspire And as his Empires linked force was knowne When each of those that did his Kingdoms share The mighti'st Kings in might did match alone ●o of thy skill the greatnes thus is showne That each of those great Poets deemed are Who may in no one kinde with thee compare One sharde out Greece another Asia held And fertile Egypt to a third did fall ●ut only Alexander all did wield ●o in soft pleasing Liricks some are skild In Tragicke some some in Heroicall But thou alone art matchlesse in them all Non equidem inuideo miror magit Three Epitaphs vpon the death of a rare Child of six yeares old 1 WIts perfection Beauties wonder Natures pride the Graces treasure Vertues hope his friends sole pleasure This small Marble Stone lies vnder Which is often moyst with teares For such losse in such yong yeares 2 Louely Boy thou art not dead ●ut from Earth to Heauen fled For base Earth was far vnfit For thy Beautie Grace and Wit 3 Thou aliue on Earth sweete Boy Had'st an Angels wit and face And now dead thou dost enioy In high Heauen an Angels place An Inscription for the Statue of DIDO O most vnhappy DIDO ●nhappy Wife and more vnhappy Widow ●nhappy in thy Mate ●nd in thy Louer most vnfortunate 〈◊〉 treason th' one was rest thee 〈◊〉 treason th' other left thee ●hat left thee meanes to flie with ●his left thee meanes to die with ●he former being dead ●om Brothers sword thou fliest ●e latter being fled ●n Louers sword thou diest Piu meritare che conseguire FRA. DAVISON SONNET I. Hee demaunds pardon for looking louing and writing LEt not sweet Saint let not these lines offend you Nor yet the Message that these lines imparte The Message my vnfained Loue doth send you Loue which your selfe hath planted in my harte For beeing charm'd by the bewitching arte Of those inveagling graces which attend you Loues holy fire makes mee breathe out in parte The neuer-dying flames my brest doth lend you Then if my Lines offend let Loue be blamed And if my Loue displease accuse mine Eies If mine Eies sinne their sinnes cause onely lies On your brite eies which haue my hart inflamed Since eies loue lines erre then by your direction Excuse mine Eies my Lines and my Affection SONNET II. Loue in Iustice punnishable only with like Loue. BVt if my Lines may not be held excused Nor yet my Loue finde fauour in your Eyes But that your Eyes as Iudges shall be vsed Euen of the fault which frō themselues doth rise Yet this my humble suite do not despise Let mee bee iudged as I stand accused If but my fault my doome doe equalise What er'e it bee it shal not be refused And since my Loue already is expressed And that I cannot stand vpon deniall I freely put my selfe vpon my triall Let Iustice doome mee as I haue confessed For in my Doome if Iustice bee regarded My Loue with Loue againe shall bee rewarded SONET III. Hee calls his Eares Eyes and Hart as witnesses of her sweet voyce beauty and inward vertuous perfections FAyre is thy face and great thy wits perfection So fayre alas so hard to bee exprest That if my tyred pen should neue● rest It should not blaze thy worth but my affection Yet let me say the Muses make election Of your pure minde there to erect their neast And that your face is such a flint-hard breast By force thereof without force feeles subiection Witnes mine Eare rauisht when you it heares Witnesse mine Eyes rauisht when you they see Beauty and Vertue witnesse Eyes and Eares In you sweet Saint haue equall soueraingntie But if nor Eyes nor Eares can prooue it true Witnesse my Hart their 's none that equalls you SONNET V. Prayse of her Eyes excelling all Comparisons I Bend my wit but wit cannot deuise Words fit to blaze the worth your Eies cōtains Whose nameles woorth their worthles name disdains For they in worth exceed the name of eies Eyes they be not but worldes in which these lies More blisse then this wide world besides cōtains Worlds they be not but starres whose influence raignes Ouer my Life and Lifes felicities Stars they bee not but Suns whose presence driues Darknes from night and doth bright day impart Suns they be not which outward heate deriues But these do inwardly inflame my hart Since then in Earth nor Heau'n they equal'd are I must confesse they be beyond compare ODE I. His Lady to bee condemned of Ignorance or Crueltie AS shee is faire so faithfull I My seruice shee her grace I merit Her beautie doth my Loue inherit But Grace shee doth deny O knowes shee not how much I loue Or doth knowledge in her moue No small Remorce For the guilt thereof must