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	love_n	love_v	2,519	5	6.3625	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04215	Love without measure. Or, The young-mans delight, and the maidens joy. This youngman woo'd a damosel fair, and call'd her his joy and dear, but she was coy, as maids will be, and said he came with flattery. But he did protest it was not so, and at last brought her unto his bow: now they live in love, in peace, and joy, and she very fain would have a boy. To a rare new tune, called, Du-Vals delight.		1686-1688? (1688)	Wing L3224; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[164]	2,217	1

Love without Measure OR The Young-mans Delight and the Maidens Joy. This young man woo'd a Damosel fair And call'd her his joy and dear But she was coy as Maids will be And said he came with flattery But he did protest it was not so And at last brought her unto his bow Now they live in love in peace and joy And she very fain would have a boy To a rare new tune called Du-vals Delight LAte in the Country as I was walking Viewing the Meadows so fresh and gréen There I was a ware of two Lovers a talking Vnder a bush but could hardly be seen I laid me down and I listen'd a while To hear if the man could the maiden beguile But the maid she was crafty witty and loyal Although many times he put her to th' tryal And in the conclusion thus he did her wooe My dear love my joy and my honey No tongue can express how dear I love thee Thou shalt never want for love nor money If thou wilt but set thy affection on me For all the fair beauties that ever I saw I still must submit and yield to thy Law Then unto thy dearest friend be not so cruel For thou art my comfort my joy my jewel And so I shall count thee untill I dye Maid The Damosel unto him straight way reply'd Is it for this you hither me brought Your suit at this time is must be deny'd I am not a bird that 's so easily caught For marriage I see is a costly name Besides quoth she I 'm too young to marry This seven years I may very well carry For sorrow and troubles come fast enough on A maiden quoth she knows but little sorrow Before that in wedlock band she is tyed She has very little to buy or to borrow many times meets with a cross man beside Which is the worst grief a woman can have She 'd better to be set quick in her grave Than to have a man that pevish fraward For men now a daies do prove so untoward 'T is hard for a maiden in them to put trust Man. THese words my dearest that you have spoken Pierces the tender sick heart of mine Oh let true love by you known Though I am the bark and you are the vine Altho I am poor and thou art rich Slight me not I thee beseech No woman yet that ever was gained Shall be more brave and better maintained What I speak to thee I will perform You say that marriage is a hard matter And those that are single live best at ease But with you I do scorn to cog or yet flatter I will speak my mind then say what you please She that is single I know she 'd be wed For it is an honour to obtain marriage-bed Therefore my dearest do not abhor me Thy mother did yield to a man before thee Then why wilt thou not do as she has done Maid What though my mother did make an adventure It was a great hazard the which she did run She had her fortune which God he had sent her And he unto her prov'd a right honest man But such now a days are hard for to find Men can so dissemble and turn with the wind They 'l speak a maid fair and vow they love her So I 'm resolved a maiden to dye Some men now a days have swéethearts a dozen And in the conclusion they 'l marry with none They make it their trade poor Girls to cozen For ought I know you may be such a one Your tongue is so tipt your words are so fair Your countenance plainly shews what you are That you have been trading with girls t'th City And wrong'd many maids the more is the pitty If you be a Batchellor I am mista'en Man. Oh! you 'r mistaken much in this matter The words you speak I know you can't prove But with you I do scorn to cog or yet flatter Nor never did try if any could love But any but thee I vow and do swear Then prithee be merry and cast a way care Be not so fickle but look on me blishly For I am a Lad that is lusty and lively I 'le hug thee and kiss thee ten times of a night I 'le promise no riches nor yet no great treasure But all that I have thou shalt it command Altho' I 've but little my love 's beyond measure Then prithee dear grant me thy heart hand Then why should we make any longer delay But unto the Church now let us away The Bridemen and maids they for us do carry Therefore my dear tell me when thou it marry if I go without thee I surely shall die Maid If that I thought you did not dissemble I quickly should yield to what you request But mens tongues I see can run so nimble It 's hard to trust any I do protest They can so cologue bath flatter and lie With fair pretences a maiden to try They 'l kiss them hug them until they 've won um And then they 'l forsake um when they 've undone um So 't is good to be careful who they do trust Man. My fairest and dearest if e're I forsake thee I wish that nothing may ever thrive with me Come wealth or woe no sorrow shall make me Or cause me once to prove disloyal to thee Then prithee look cheerful and take a sweet kiss In token of love no harm is in this Let not fickle fortune no longer you hinder From a good motion to keep us asunder But let our hearts be joyned in one The maiden she hearing what he had spoken She had no power to say him nay But gave him a kiss in love as a token As he unto Church should take her away Where they was married I after did hear Now she calls him honey he calls her dear Tho' long at last this Youngman did gain her Now in civil habit he bravely maintaines her Let this be a pattern for Lovers so true Printed for VV Thackery and T Passinger