Selected quad for the lemma: fire_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
fire_n	evil_a	fruit_n	tree_n	3,899	5	10.3735	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36526	England's heroical epistles, written in imitation of the stile and manner of Ovid's Epistles with annotations of the chronicle history / by Michael Drayton, Esq.	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.; Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D. Heroides.	1695 (1695)	Wing D2145; ESTC R22515	99,310	235

perswasions to clear himself of this Infamy and her of the Grief of Mind by taking away her wretched Life IF yet thine Eyes Great Henry may endure These tainted Lines drawn with a Hand impure Let me for Love's sake their acceptance crave But that sweet Name vile I prophaned have The Innocent may write to Kings in Gold But my Dispair I must in Black unfold Punish my Fault or pitty mine estate Read them for Love if not for Love for Hate If with my Shame thine Eyes thou fain would'●… feed Here let them surfeit of my Shame to read This scribled Paper which I send to thee If noted rightly doth resemble me As this pure Ground whereon these Letters stand So pure was I e'er stained by thy Hand E'er I was blotted with this foul Offence So clear and spotless was mine Innocence Now like these Marks which taint this hateful Scroul Such the black Sins which spot my Lep'rous Soul What by this Conquest canst thou hope to win Where thy best Spoil is but the Act of Sin Why on my Name this slander do'st thou bring To make my Fault renowned by a King Fame never stoops to things but mean and poor The more our Greatness is our Fault 's the more Lights on the Ground themselves do lessen far But in the Air each Spark doth seem a Star Why on my Woman-frailty should'st thou lay So strong a Plot mine Honour to betray Or thy unlawfull Pleasure should'st thou buy With thine own Shame and my black Infamy 'T was not my Mind consented to this Ill Then had I been transported by my Will For what my Body was inforc'd to doe Heav'n knows my Soul yet ne'er consented to For through mine Eyes had she her liking seen Such as my Love such had my Lover been True Love is simple like his Mother-Truth Kindly Affection Youth to love with Youth No greater corsive to our blooming Years Then the cold Badge of Winter-blasted Hairs Thy Royal power may well withstand thy Foes But cannot keep back Age with Time it grows Though Honour our ambitious Sex doth please Yet in that Honour's Age a foul Disease Nature hath her free Course in all and then Age is alike in Kings and other Men. Which all the World will to my shame impute That I my self did basely prostitute And say that Gold was Fuel to the Fire Gray Hairs in Youth not kindling green Desire O no that wicked Woman wrought by thee My Tempter was to that forbidden Tree That subtil Serpent that seducing Devil Which bad me tast the Fruit of Good and Evil That Circe by whose soft Magick I was charm'd And to this monst'rous shape am thus transform'd That vip'rous Hag the Foe to her own Kind That dev'lish Spirit to damn the weaker Mind Our Frailtie's Plague our Sex's only Curse Hell's deep'st Damnation the worst Evils worse But Henry how canst thou affect me thus T' whom thy remembrance now is odious My hapless Name with Henry's Name I found Cut in the Glass with Henry's Diamond That Glass from thence fain would I take away But then I fear the Air would me betray Then doe I strive to wash it out with Tears But then the same more evident appears Then doe I cover't with my guilty Hand Which that Names witness doth against me stand Once did I sin which Memory doth cherish Once I offended but I ever perish What Grief can be but Time doth make it less But Infamy Time never can suppress Sometimes to pass the tedious irksome Hours I climb the top of Woodstocks mounting Towr's Where in a Turret secretly I lye To view from far such as do travel by Whither me-thinks all cast their Eyes at me As through the Stones my Shame did make them see And with such Hate the harmless Walls do view As ev'n to Death their Eyes would me pursue The married Women curse my hatefull Life Wronging so fair a Queen and vertuous Wife The Maidens wish I buried quick may dye And from each place near my abode do fly * Well knew'st thou what a Monster I would be When thou didst build this Labyrinth for me * Whose strange Meanders turning ev'ry way Be like the course wherein my Youth did stray Only a Clue doth guide me out and in But yet still walk I circular in sin As in the Gallery this other day I and my Woman past the time away ' Mongst many Pictures which were hanging by The silly Girl at length hapt to espy Lucrece's Image and desires to know What she should be her self that murther'd so Why Girl quoth I this is that Roman Dame Not able then to tell the rest for shame My babling Tongue doth mine own Guilt betray With that I sent the prattling Wench away Lest when my lisping guilty Tongue should hault My Looks might prove the Index to my Fault As that Life-bloud which from the Heart is sent In Beauty's Field pitching her Crimson Tent In lovely Sanguine sutes the Lilly Cheek Whilst it but for a resting place doth seek And changing oft its Station with Delight Converts the White to Red the Red to White The Blush with Paleness for the place doth strive The Paleness thence the Blush would gladly drive Thus in my Breast a thousand Thoughts I carry Which in my Passion diversly do vary When as the Sun hales tow'rds the Western shade And the Trees shadows hath much taller made Forth go I to a little Current near Which like a wanton Trail creeps here and there Where with mine Angle casting in the Bait The little Fishes dreading the deceit With fearfull nibbling fly th' inticing Gin By Nature taught what danger lyes therein Things Reasonless thus warn'd by Nature he Yet I devour'd the Bait was lay'd for me Thinking thereon and breaking into Grones The bubbling Spring which trips upon the Stones Chides me away lest sitting but too nigh I should pollute that Native purity * Rose of the World so doth import my Name Shame of the World my Life hath made the same And to th' unchast this Name shall given be Of Rosamond deriv'd from Sin and Me. The Clifford's take from me that Name of theirs Which hath been famous for so many years They blot my Birth with hatefull Bastardie That I sprang not from their Nobilitie They my Alliance utterly refuse Nor will a Strumpet shou'd their Name abuse Here in the Garden wrought by curious hands Naked Diana in the Fountain stands With all her Nymphs got round about to hide her As when Acteon had by chance espy'd her This sacred Image I no sooner view'd But as that metamorphos'd Man pursu'd By his own Hounds so by my Thoughts am I Which chase me still which way soe'er I fly Touching the Grass the Honey-dropping Dew Which falls in Tears before my limber shooe Upon my Foot consumes in weeping still As it would say Why went'st thou to this Ill Thus to no Place in safety can I goe But every thing doth give me cause of