Selected quad for the lemma: friend_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
friend_n	affection_n	friendship_n	love_n	1,017	5	5.1675	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03505	The crowne of all Homers workes Batrachomyomachia or the battaile of frogs and mise. His hymn's - and - epigrams translated according to ye. originall by George Chapman; Battle of the frogs and mice. English.	Passe, Willem van de, 1598-ca. 1637, engraver.; Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.; Homer, attributed name.	1624 (1624)	STC 13628; ESTC S119240	63,637	206

ne're so great In force and fortitude and high in heat In all which he his Lute tooke and assaid A Song vpon him and so strangely plaid That from his hand a rauishing horror flew Which Phoebus into laughter turn'd and grew Pleasant past measure Tunes so artfull clere Strooke euen his heart-strings his minde made heare His Lute so powerfull was in forcing loue As his hand rul'd it that from him it droue All feare of Phoebus yet he gaue him still The vpper hand and to aduance his skill The vtmost Miracle he plaid sometimes Single awhile In which when all the Clymes Of rapture he had reacht to make the Sunn Admire enough O then his voice would runn Such points vpon his play and did so moue They tooke Apollo Prisoner to his loue And now the deathlesse Gods and deathfull Earth He sung beginning at their eithers Birth To full extent of all their Emperie And first the honor to Mnemosyne The Muses Mother of all Goddesse states He gaue euen forc't too 't by the equall fates And then as it did in Prioritie fall Of Age and Birth He celebrated All. And with such Elegance and Order sung His Lute still toucht to stick more off his tongue That Phoebus heart with infinite loue he eate Who therefore thus did his Deserts entreate Master of Sacrifice chiefe soule of feast Patient of all paines Artizan so blest That all things thou canst doe in any One. Worth fiftie Oxen is th' Inuention Of this one Lute We both shall now I hope In firme peace worke to all our wishes scope Informe me thou that euery way canst winde And turne to Act all wishes of thy minde Together with thy birth came all thy skill Or did some God or God-like man instill This heauenly song to thee Me thinks I heare A new voice such as neuer yet came nere The brest of any either Man or God Till in thee it had Prime and Period What Art what Muse that medicine can produce For cares most curele●●e what inueterate vse Or practise of a virtue so profuse Which three doe all the contribution keep● That Ioy or Loue conferrs or pleasing Sleepe Taught thee the soueraigne facture of them all I of the Muses am the capitall Consort or follower and to these belong The grace of dance all worthie waies of song and euer-florishing verse the delicate Set And sound of Instruments But neuer yet Did anything so much affect my minde With ioy and care to compasse as this kinde Of Song and Play that for the spritely feast Of florishing assemblies are the best And aptest works that euer Worth gaue Act. My powres with admiration stand distract To heare with what a hand to make in loue Thou rul'st thy Lute And though thy yongst howres moue At full art in ould counsailes Here I vow Euen by this Cornell Dart I vse to throw To thee and to thy Mother I 'le make thee Amongst the Gods of glorious degree Guide of Mens waies and Theirs And will impart To thee the mightie Imperatorie Art Bestowe rich gifts on thee and in the end Neuer deceiue thee Hermes as a friend That wrought on all aduantage and made gaine His Capitall obiect thus did entertaine Phoebus Apollo Doe thy Dignities Farr-working God and circularlie wise Demand my vertues without enuie I Will teach thee to ascend my facultie And this Day thou shalt reach it finding me In Acts and Counsailes all waies kinde to thee As one that all things knows And first tak'st seat Amongst th'Immortalls being good and great And therefore to Ioues loue mak'st free accesse Euen out of his accomplisht Holinesse Great gifts he likewise giues thee who fame saies Hast wunn thy greatnesse by his will his waies By him know'st all the powers Propheticall O thou farr-worker and the fates of all Yea and I know thee rich yet apt to learne And euen thy Wish dost but discerne and earne And since thy soule so burns to know the way To play and sing as I doe sing and play Play and perfection in thy play employ And be thy care to learne things good thy Ioy. Take thou my Lute My Loue and giue thou me The glorie of so great a facultie This sweet-tun'd consort held but in thy hand Sing and perfection in thy song command For thou alreadie hast the way to speake Fayrely and elegantly and to breake All eloquence into thy vtterd minde One gift from heauen found may another finde Vse then securely this thy gift and goe To feasts and dances that enamour so And to that couetous sport of getting glory That Day nor Night will suffer to be sory Whoeuer does but say in verse sings still Which he that can of any other skill Is capable so he be taught by Art And wisedome and can speake at euery part Things pleasing to an vnderstanding Minde And such a one that seekes this Lute shall finde Him still it teaches easely though he plaies Soft voluntaries onely and assaies As wanton as the sports of children are And euen when he aspires to singular In all the Mast'ries he shall play or sing Findes the whole worke but an vnhappie thing He I say sure shall of this Lute be King But he whoeuer rudely sets vpon Of this Lutes skill th'Inquest or Question Neuer so ardently and angrilie Without the aptnesse and habilitie Of Art and Nature fitting neuer shall Aspire to this but vtter triuiall And idle accents though sung ne're so lowd And neuer so commended of the Crowde But thee I know O Eminent Sonne of Ioue The fiery Learner of what euer Loue Hath sharpn'd thy affections to achiue And thee I giue this Lute let vs now liue Feeding vpon the Hill-and-horse-fed Earth Our neuer-handled Oxen whose deare Birth Their femalls fellowd with their Males let flowe In store enough hereafter nor must you How-euer-cunning hearted your wits are Boile in your Gall a Grudge too circulare Thus gaue he him his Lute which he embrac't And gaue againe a Gode whose bright head cast Beames like the light forth leauing to his care His Oxens keeping Which with ioyfull fare He tooke on him The Lute Apollo tooke Into his left hand and aloft he shooke Delightsome sounds vp to which God did sing Then were the Oxen to their endlesse Spring Turn'd and Ioues Two illustr'ous Off-springs flew Vp to Olympus where it euer snew Delighted with their Lutes sound all the way Whom Ioue much ioi'd to see and endlesse stay Gaue to their knot of friendship From which date Hermes gaue Phoebus an eternall state In his affection whose sure pledge and signe His Lute was and the Doctrine so diuine Iointly conferd on him Which well might be True Symbole of his Loues simplicitie On th' other part Apollo in his friend Form'd th' Art of Wisedome to the binding end Of his vow'd friendship and for further meede Gaue him the farr-heard fistularie Reede For all these forms of friendship Phoebus yet Feard that both forme and