Selected quad for the lemma: duty_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
duty_n	affection_n	heart_n	soul_n	1,196	5	4.7627	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11081	Thule, or Vertues historie To the honorable and vertuous Mistris Amy Audely. By F.R. The first booke.	Rous, Francis, 1579-1659.	1598 (1598)	STC 21348; ESTC S110734	71,565	154

doest thou liue quoth he And tooke his sworde and would haue pearst the dame But straight Pirino pray Sir patient be VVhat euer your offended thoughts can blame I deepely vow shall be redrest by me Onely bewray the reason of your wrath And who the author is of all your scath O Sir quoth he this is a woman borne Though falsely hid in feeming mans disguise VVhose beautie as his badge my heart hath worne VVoe to the time I heard her flatteries For since that time my soule was still forlorne Of th' Angell hew of my faire infancies I toucht the pitch which in her corps doe lye By which the vestalls of my heart doe dye For this was she whose once beloued face VVrought deepe affections in my yeelding minde And ouer rulde me with her pleasing grace VVhile in this loue her tractable I finde And all my words doth seeme glad to imbrace VVhich doth in double bands my dutie binde Her did I worship I doll of my hart And my most dearest soules more dearer part Now are we ioyned each in giuing troth And haue appoynted certaine time to bride One was the minde one was the thought of both VVhen I was sad then she her light would hide And seeme as if to ioy her soule was loth Both in vniting of their loues abide But this so high a sea of rising loue Soone to a lowest ebbe then ere did proue She seemde like Phae●●n in her desire And needs would driue the chariot of Sunne Carying her Sunnes to ouercharging fire VVhen thus to me her dolefull speech began O loue whose heart the seate where I aspire Hath with so deepe a loue my louing wonne O be not hard which Nature soft hath made Nor let the spring of kindnes scarce borne fade Here is my heart whom thy Sunnes loue doth melt But it like waxe more melting more doth hang VVhich loues comburing zonefull deepe hath felt This heart which in my breasts faire temple rang Vnto thy seruice still and still hath dealt Faithfull in loue though thorough many a pang Ease it and me from such a sweltring zone VVhere thirstie still still water we haue none This heart all bloodles let it be thy white And shoote there with thy arrowes piercing steele Or if in his confusion thou delite Then torture it vpon a racking wheele Or let thy swordes sharpe edge thine ire acquite And let it any torment plagued feele Onely first pierce it with a dart of loue Then all the instruments of anger proue Sweete loue one onely Nectar-drop I craue Doe not denie me one one is not much Though to thy loue thus I am bound a slaue Yet litle meat to feede me doe not grutch And with one morsell me from dying saue O cruelst death of all whose death is such O didst thou see my heart how it doth beate And pant for hunger sure it should haue meate Perchaunce the peoples voyce thou much doest feare That 's like a winde which neuer man can see VVhose idle tumor many things doth beare VVhich are vntrue she euery where doth flee The best doe often her worst colours weare And on her sable pinsons lifted be Beside our mariage to be made ere long VVill strengthen al the breach make it twice as strong Now in my heart Reason and Loue did fight Reason with ensigne red Loues ensigne pale My face the field where they doe wreake their spight Sometimes Loues ensigne vanquished downe would fall Then Reasons colour plaied most in fight And in a blushing red enuellop'd all Straight Loue recouering his former spright Kept Reason downe and claimde the place for right Then said I to my soule how dost thou kill The onely childe I haue sweete Chastitie The Iudge for murther damne to torments will Thy wicked thoughts O whither dost thou flye O doe not leaue thy goodly fort vntill VVith these thy holy goods thou needs must dye But then my soule that scornde a woman stay Opend the Castell doore and made her way Now am I robbing from my spoyled Saint Those milke white robes wherewith she was araide And with this sacriledge my soule doe taint My goddesse in her shrine no longer staide VVhen as she saw her seruants faith to faint And on her turtle wings her selfe she laide VVhen to my thoughts she gaue her latest will That still hereafter shame her seate should fill Now is my garden naked of his flower Whom I before with care did till and dresse And gaue it to her for my chiefest dower The vtmost toll of all that I possesse But then her wanton lookes began to lower And filthie figure of ingratefulnesse Leauing my bower vnto the world she fled Since when with horror all my daies I led And here a Pilgrime haue I spent my life My life growne olde with care and guiltie shame VVhere now blacke melancholy is my wife Harb'ring my thoughts when they for succor came Scorning the world whose sorrowes are so rife VVhere one howres ioy doth bring one ages blame VVhile musing thoughts which on my wife I bred Doe finde me meate on which I still haue fed Thus hath he sayd while guiltie Erofell Did oftentimes assay from thence to flie But good Pirino that her guiles did smell Made her the listning of the tale aby Which when he ended both vpon her fell And stript the cloathes of her hypocrisie VVhen by the fresh apparance of the wound Pirino all her craft and guile had found Then bound they fast her naked armes behinde And to the horse her feete they strongly tide And let her goe where she shall neuer finde Rest nor reliefe but still in horror ride Like to the Affrick Mares that on the winde Engender and their kinde haue multiplide So doth this furie on the emptie ayre Breed guiltie shame and stinging deepe despayre She scoures like Auster on the sandie plaines And when a farre she vieweth any man She turnes her course and flieth thence amaine VVhile as the Sunne with his still scorching bran Dies her quaint face in a farre blacker graine And her deformed haire downe still doth fan VVhile on her heart sharpe hunger still doth feede Quenching her thirst with teares that euer bleede Now doe Pirino and this Knight consent To wander through the I le as errant Knights And sweare to keepe their martiall thoughts vnbent From Ladies seruice or those loues delights Though I still bad them from their vow relent Telling the worth of all those femall wights VVhen they fro me all raging spurd amaine Swearing that womans loue I nere should gaine CANT 6. Faire Cypribel doth proud Orguillo meete And wins his helmet by her martiall might Who lay low conquerd humbly at her feete And with a Tiger fiercely she doth fight And her loues tombe and death she now doth see Themistos doth a Knight from bondage free AS doth the Elixer with his secret power Turne baser mettals into purest gold Or as the comfort of a moystning shower Reuiues the