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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
end_n	east_n	lie_v	west_n	3,601	5	9.4636	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03742	Songes and sonettes, written by the right honorable Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other	Surrey, Henry Howard, Earl of, 1517?-1547.; Wyatt, Thomas, Sir, 1503?-1542.; Grimald, Nicholas, 1519-1562.; Tottel, Richard, d. 1594.	1557 (1557)	STC 13861; ESTC S106407	140,215	240

gaue thee not to do it pain But to preserue lo it to thee was taken I serued thee not that I should be forsaken But that I should receiue reward again I was content thy seruant to remain And not to be repayed on this fashion Now since in thee there is none other reason Displease thee not if that I do refrain Unsaciat of my wo and thy desire Assured by craft for to excuse thy fault But sins it pleaseth thee to fain default Farewell I say departing from the fire For he that doth beleue bearing in hand Ploweth in the water and soweth in the sand The louer describeth his restlesse state THe flaming sighes that boyle within my brest Somtime breake forth and thei can well declare The hartes vnrest and how that it doth fare The pain therof the grief and all the rest The watred eyen from whence the teares do fall Do fele some force or els they would be dry The wasted flesh of colour ded can try And somtime tell what swetenes is in gall And he that lust to see and to disarne How care can force within a weried minde Come he to me I am that place assinde But for all this no force it doth no harme The wound alas happe in some other place From whence no toole away the skar can race But you that of such like haue had your part Can best be iudge Wherfore my friend so deare I thought it good my state should now appeare To you and that there is no great desart And wheras you in weighty matters great Of fortune saw the shadow that you know For trifling thinges I now am striken so That though I fele my hart doth wound and beat● I sit alone saue on the second day My feuer comes with whom I spend my time In burning heat while that she list assigne And who hath helth and libertie alway Let him thank God and let him not prouoke To haue the like of this my painfull stroke The louer lamentes the death of his loue THe piller perisht is wherto I lent The strongest stay of mine vnquiet minde The like of it no man again can finde From East to West still seking though he went To mine vnhappe for happe away hath rent Of all my ioy the very bark and rinde And I alas by chance am thus assinde Dayly to moorne till death do it relent But sins that thus it is by desteny What can I more but haue a wofull hart My penne in plaint my voyce in carefull cry My minde in wo my body full of smart And I my self my selfe alwaies to hate Till dreadfull death do ease my dolefull state The louer sendeth sighes to mone his sute GO burning sighes vnto the frosen hart Go breake the yse with pities painfull dart Might neuer perce and if that mortall praier In heauen be heard at lest yet I desire That death or mercy end my wofull smart Take with thee pain wherof I haue my part And eke the flame from which I cannot start And leaue me then in rest I you require Go burning sighes fulfill that I desire I must go worke I see by craft and art For truth and faith in her is laid apart Alas I can not therfore now assaile her With pitefull complaint and scalding fier That from my brest disceiuably doth start Complaint of the absence of his loue SO feble is the threde that doth the burden stay Of my poore life in heauy plight that falleth in decay That but it haue elswhere some ayde or some succours The running spindle of my fate anone shall end his course For sins thunhappy hower that did me to depart From my swete weale one onely hope hath stated my life apart Which doth perswade such wordes vnto my ●ored minde Maintain thy self O wofull wight some better luck to finde For though thou be depriued from thy desired sight Who can thee tell if thy ●eturne be for thy more delight Or who can tell thy losse if thou mayst once recouer Some pleasant hower thy wo may wrap and thee defend couer Thus in this trust as yet it hath my life sustained But now alas I see it faint and I by trust am trayned The time doth flete and I see how the howers do bend So fast that I haue scant the space to marke my comming end Westward the sunne from out the East scant shewes his light When in the West he hies him strayt within the dark of night And comes as fast where he began his path awry From East to West from West to East so doth his iourney lye The life so short so fraile that mortall men liue here So great a weight so heauy charge the bodies that we bere That when I think vpon the distaunce and the space That doth so farre deuide me from my dere desired face I know not how tattain the winges that I require To lift me vp that I might flie to folow my desire Thus of that hope that doth my life some thing sustaine Alas I feare and partly fele full litle doth remain Eche place doth bring me grief where I do not behold Those liuely eyes which of my thoughts wer wōt y e keys to hold Those thoughts wer pleasant swete whilst I enioyed that grace My pleasure past my present pain when I might well embrace And forbecause my want should more my wo encrease In watch and slepe both day and night my will doth neuer cease That thing to wish wherof sins I did lese the sight Was neuer thing that mought in ought my wofull hart delight Thuneasy life I lead doth teach me for to mete The floodes the seas the land the hilles that doth thē entermete Twene me and those shene lightes that wonted for to clere My darked pangs of cloudy thoughts as bright as Phebus spere It teacheth me also what was my pleasant state The more to fele by such record how that my wealth doth bate If such record alas prouoke then● lamed minde Which sprong that day that I did leaue the best of me behinde If loue ●orget himself by length of absence let Who doth me guyde O wofull wretch vnto this bayted net Where doth encrease my care much better wer for me As dumme as stone all thing forgot still absent for to be Alas the clere christall the bright transplendant glasse Doth not bewray the colours hid which vnderneth it hase As doth thaccumbred sprite the thoughtfull throwes discouer Of feares delite of feruent loue that in our hartes we couer Out by these eyes it sheweth that euermore delight In ●laint and teares to seke redresse and eke both day and night Those kindes of pleasures most wherein men so reioyce To me they do redouble still of stormy sighes the voyce For I am one of them whom plaint doth well content It s●ts me well myne absent wealth me semes for to lament And with my teares tassay to charge mine eyes twain Like as my hart aboue the brink is