Selected quad for the lemma: duty_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
duty_n	child_n	husband_n	wife_n	7,705	5	7.0226	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A47634	Poems upon several occasions, and, to several persons by the author of The censure of the Rota.	Leigh, Richard, 1649 or 50-1728.	1675 (1675)	Wing L1019; ESTC R12686	30,223	140

From that its tincture borrows and its dye Th' extremest Bounds of Land and Water bear The self same Colour with the depths of Air. A false Blue claiming from their Place and Site The Priviledge of Distance and of Height The Sea appearing like a greater Glass Through which both Heav'n and Earth reflected pass Does this above in its blue Surface show And that presents in its green Depths below The Eye let down with a descending Light Finds in the hollow of each Cave a Night Such Darkness shut up in each Depth does dwell It seems to enter there a little Hell The Sight as it on diff'ring Poles does move Discovers Hell below or Heav'n above With an erected Beam ascending here Le ts in the Day to fill its op'ning Sphere There falling on some Deep it puts to flight The greater Light above and lets in Night The Vnion of Friendship TWo Sexes Marriage does unite And makes both one Hermaphrodite But Friendship has the pow'r alone To make two of the same Sex one Friendship where e're it does take place Marries the Linage and the Race Adopts new Kindred and new Blood Takes Strangers into Brotherhood And by this new Choice seeks to mend What Miscarriages on Birth attend Relations which are born not made Our Love invite not but invade For what Affection can there be Where there is Diff'rence in Degree If it be lawful to compare A lesser with a greater Sphere Each House a Kingdom is in short And govern'd like the Turkish Court The Wife no Office seems to have But of the Husband 's prime she Slave For she apart no Rights can claim Nor has no Title to her Name The Child's Condition nearest suits With the dumb Duty of the Mutes Nor Word nor Bond can he engage But lives a silent Pupillage When once the Sultan Father's dead The Eldest does of right succeed And thrusts the yonger Brothers down From their Inheritance and Throne Their Line 's hereditary Place And private Palace of their Race In arbitrary Families Which seem Domestique Tyrannies Parents with Turkish Rigour sway Friends ruling th' Europaean way So equally their Power share As they all elder Brothers were Who Brothers in the same Womb lay Cannot more Brothers be then they Two Members are not pair'd like Friends And when compar'd are not more Twins Nor so to the same Flesh ally'd Nor closer knit nor firmer ty'd Two Eyes that brother-Raies unite And twist them in one Point of Sight Nor in their Balls so like appear Nor mingle not their Beams so near Though both the sympathising Pair Agree in what is foul or fair Two Ears that both the same Sound meet And are both by the same Nerves knit Are not so match't though the same Sound Or both does stroak or both does wound Two Feet that evenly contend United in the Way and End Less equally their Course direct And their conspiring Steps connect Nay what is more then all Two Friends In their resembling Souls are Twins As equal Strings with Love unknown Move both when one is strook alone Their trembling Heart-strings set alike One Ioy does touch one Grief does strike The Eccho WHere do these Voices stray Which lose in Woods their Way Erring each Step anew While they false Paths pursue Through many Windings led Some crookedly proceed Some to the Ear turn back Asking which way to take Wandring without a Guide They holla from each side And call and answer all To one another's Call Whence may these Sounds proceed From Woods or from the Dead Sure Souls here once forlorn The Living make their Scorn And Shepherds that liv'd here Now ceasing to appear Mock thus in sport the Fair That would not grant their Pray'r While Nymphs their Voices learn And mock them in Return Or if at least the Sound Does from the Woods rebound The Woods of them complain Who Shepherds Vows disdain Woods and Rocks answer all To the wrong'd Lover's Call How deaf soe're and hard They their Complaints regard Which Nymphs with Scorn repay More deaf more hard then they The Whisper FAirest what means this close Address As if you would a Hearing steal Since Words were giv'n Thoughts to express Why should soft Words your Thoughts conceal While thus your Mind to breath you teach A Language secret as your Thought You sin against the End of Speech Which when it hides to lie is taught The whisp'ring Air so soft does steal As conscious whom it must obey Your Secret yielding to conceal Without the least Sound slides away Unwilling to spread far the News As dreading to displease the Fair It does through secret Pipes diffuse As loth to mixe with Common Air. Your Words with silent Motions slide As gently as from you they came From wayes of Noise they far divide And leave the Road of common Fame I 'le hunt them out where ' ere they bear And breathing close their Steps pursue And as I gather in the Air Each Breath shall voice the Words anew The Inconstant CEase Faithless cease reproaching me With your own lov'd Inconstancy Unless while you such Change pursue You think ev'n Constancy is new And that your Heart so us'd to roam A Stranger were become at Home I left you not but you inclin'd to stray Call my removing that which was my stay Thus they that leave the Shore behind Call the removing Land unkind As if it did from them recede When they in truth from it are fled And thus with Old Men it appears In the Travel of many Years With like Truth they the World for changing blame Themselves still changing and the World the same The Modest Fair. AMong so many Voices as we hear Imprinting diff'rent Sounds upon the Ear. Our own does so imperfectly return As we the Words more than the Sound discern Among so many Faces as the Eye Distinctly copies for the Memory In Lines as various as they first were show'n We rarely see or seen forget our own What then remains but that we should direct Both Face and Voice to what will both reflect Hid to our selves our Friend 's impartial Praise The best Reflexion of our selves does raise Why will not you our Praises then admit Who best our highest Elogies can fit Claiming Applause the more Applause you shun At once above Flatt'ry and Detraction Your Modesty does so our Praise o'recome It moves our Envy and strikes Praises dumb The greatest Glories of this World seem so To gaze on meaner Beauties here below Exposing their fair Lights to common View But shine not to themselves no more then You. To a Lady playing with a Squirrel IF Musick wild Herds tameness taught And on rude Savages has wrought And from wild Throngs to Cities brought What gentler Pow'r and softer Flame May such commanding Beauty claim Whose silent Musick Beasts can tame What force is in your naked Arm That does the little Satyr charm And of its savageness disarm The boldest of the Wood-Nymphs Race Could not this Savage thus