Selected quad for the lemma: enemy_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
enemy_n	world_n	worthy_a	young_a	10	3	7.0813	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B08192	The fourth boke of Virgill, intreating of the loue betweene Aeneas and Dido, translated into English, and drawne into a straũge metre by Henrye late Earle of Surrey, worthy to be embraced..; Aeneis. Liber 4. English	Virgil.; Surrey, Henry Howard, Earl of, 1517?-1547.	1554 (1554)	STC 24810A.5; ESTC S125720	17,384	36

meane Marke in fewe wordes I shal thee learne eftsones Thys woorke in hand maye nowe be compassed Aeneas nowe and wretched Dido eke The forest tyll a huntyng mynde to wende To morne as soone as Tytan shall ascend And wyth hys beames hath ouerspred the world Dum trepidantale And whyles the raunger doth set the groues about A cloudy shower myngled wyth hayle Poure downe on them wyth thunder shake the skyes The assemble seattered the myst shal cloke Dido a caue the Troiane prynce the same Shall enter to and I wyll be at hand And yf thy wyll stycke vnto myne I shall In wedlocke sure knyt and make her hys owne Thys shall the maryage be to whose request Wythout debate Venus dyd seme to graunt And smyled fast as she that founde the wyle Then from the seas the dawnyng gan aryfe The sunne once vp the chosen youth gan thrunge Vnto the gates the hayes so rarely knytte The huntyng staues wyth theyr broade heades of steele And of masile the horsemen foorth they brake Of sentyng houndes a kenell huge lykewyfe And at the threshold of her chamber dore The Cartage Lordes dyd there the Quene awayte The tramplyng steede wyth gold and purple decht Chawyng the fomy bytte there fiercely stoode Then issued she backed wyth a great route Clad in a cloke of Tyre ymbradred ryche Her quyuer hunge behynde her backe her tresses Wownde vp wyth golde her purple vestures eke Butned wyth gold the Troianes of her trayne Before her go wyth gladsome Iulus Aeneas eke the goodlyest of the route Makes one of them and ioyneth close the thronges Lyke when Apollo leaueth Lycia Hys wyntryng place and Xanthus flouddes lykewyse To vyset Delos hys mothers mansion The Candians and folkes of Driopes And paynted Agathyrsies shoute and crye When he walkes vpon mount Cynthus toppe Hys sparkeled tresses he prest wyth garlandes soft Of tender leaues and trussed vp in golde Hys qwyueryng dartes clattering behynde hys backe So freshe and lusty dyd Aeneas seme Suche lordly port in countenaunce present But to the hyls and wylde holtes when they came From the rockes topye then dryuen sauage rose Lo from the hyll aboue to the other syde Through the wyde landes whereas there course The hartes lykewyse in trompes takyng theyr flyght Raysyng the dust the mountayne fast forsake The chyld Iulus blythe of hys swyft steede Amyds the playne nowe pryckes by them nowe thes And to encounter wysheth oft in mynde The fomyng Bore in steede of tymerons beastes Or Lyon browne myght from the hyll descend In the meane whyle the heauens gan roumble sore In tayle thereof a myngled showre wyth hayle The Tyrian folke and eke the Troians youth And Venus neyhe we the coltage for feare Sought arounde about the flouddes fell from the hyls Dido a denne the Troiane prince lykewyse Chaunsed vpon Our mother then the earth And Iune that hath charge of maryage Fyrst tokens gaue with burnyng gleades of flame And pryuy to the wedlocke lyghtnyng skyes And the Nymphes wayted from the mountaynes toy Ayme this was the formest day of myrthe And of myshappe the fyrst occasion eke Respect of fame no longer her wyth helde But museth how to frame her loue by stelthe Wedlocke she cals it vnder which pretence Of that fayre name she cloketh now her faut Forth with fame flyeth through the great Libian townes A myschiefe fame there is none els so swift That mouing growes and flytting gathers force First small for dread sone after clymes on hye Perecing the earth and hydes her head in cloudes Whom our mother the earth tempted by wrath Of Gods begat the last syster they wryte To Caeus and to Enceladus eke Spedy of foote of wynges lykewyse swyft A monster huge breadful for to tell For euery plumme that on her bodystyckes As many waker eyes lurke vnderneath So many mouthes to speake and harkenyng eares By might she flyes amyd the cloudes and skye Shrykyng by the darke shadowe of the earth Ne dothe delyne to the swete fleepe her eyes By day she syttes to see on the house toppe Or turrettes hye and the great townes afrayes Myndefull of yll and lyes as blastyng truth Thys menster blythe wyth many a tale gan sowe Thys rumor then into the commons eares As well thynges done as that was neuer wrought Aeneas cēmen sprong of Troian bloude To whom fayre Dido would her selfe be wedde Innatures luste the wynter for to passe Regnorum immemores turpique cupidine captos Thys in the mouthes the fylthy Goddes spreddes And takes her course to kyng Iarbas strayght Kyndlyng hys mynde wyth tales she fed his wrath Gotten he was by Ammon Iupiter Vpon the rauished Garamantida An hundred temples in hys large realme be buylt Aulters as many wyth waker burnyng flame Awatche alwayes vpon the Gods to attende Flowers embrused yelded bloud of beastes And threshold spred wyth garlandes of straunge hue He wood of mynde kyndled by bytter bryntes Afore the aulters in presence of the Gods Wyth reared handes gan humbly Ioue entreate Almyghty God whom the Moores nacion Fed at ryche tables presenteth wyth wyne Seest thou these thynges or feare we thee in vayne When thou lettest flye the thunder from the cloudes Whose flames of fyre wyth vayne noyse vs affraye A wandryng woman in our coastes hath bought A plot for pryce where she a vyllage set To whom we gaue the stronde for to manure And lawes to rule her towne our wedlocke lothed Hath chosed Aeneas to commaunde her realme That Paris nowe with hys vnmanly sorte Wyth mytred hattes wyth oynted bushe and beard Hys rape enioyeth whyles to the temples we Our offrynges bryng and folowe rumors vayne Whom praying in suche sorte and gryping eke The autors fast the myghty father heard And wyth hys looke gan thwarte the ryal walles And louers eke forgettyng theyr good name To Mercurye then gaue he thus in charge Hence sonne in hast and call to thee the wyndes Slyde wyth thy plumes and tel the Troiane prynce That nowe in Cartage loytereth recklesse Of the townes graunted hym by desteny Swyft through the skyes see thou these wordes reporte Hys fayre mother behyte hym not to vs Suche one to be ne therefore hym twyse saued From Greekyshe armes but Italye to rule Dreadfull in armes charged wyth seigniory Discoueryng hys worthy tencryne race And vnder lawes the whole worlde to subdue If glory of suche thynges nought hym enflame Ne that he lystes seeke honour by some payne The towers yet of Rome doth he enuye To yong Ascanus that is hys father What myndeth he to frame or by what hope In enemyes lande doth he make hys abode Ne hys ofspryng in Italy regardes Ne yet the land of Lauin doth beholde Bid him make saile haue here the sūme Our messenger thus report Then Mercury gan When Ioue had sayd bend him to obeye Hys myghty fathers wyll and to hys heeles Hys golden wynges he knittes whych him transporte With a lyght wynde aboue the earthe the seas His