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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
friend_n	young_a	youth_n	youthful_a	11	3	10.1075	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37506	The garland of good-will divided into three parts : containing many pleasant songs and pretty poems to sundry new notes : with a table to find the names of all the songs / written by T.D.	Deloney, Thomas, 1543?-1600.	1678 (1678)	Wing D946; ESTC R13235	36,657	129

this Night your Company Quoth she I will not my Lord in any thing deny A very great and sumtuous Feast did Holofornes make Amongst the Lords and 〈◊〉 〈…〉 Iudiths 〈◊〉 But of their dainties in 〈…〉 would pleasant Iudith take ●et Holofornes merry 〈◊〉 so near him she was 〈◊〉 And being very pleas●●●ly disposed at that 〈◊〉 Ye drunk with them 〈…〉 of strong 〈…〉 So that his strength 〈…〉 so far from 〈…〉 They laid him down and Judith their was brought unto his Bed When all the Doors about were s●ut and every one was 〈◊〉 Hard by the Pillow of his 〈◊〉 his Sword 〈…〉 dawn Then down she took 〈…〉 to 〈…〉 She cut his Head from 〈…〉 quite and gave it to her Maid The rich and Golden Canopy that hung ●●er his Bed She took the same with her likewise with Holofornes Head And thus through all the Court of Guards she escap'd clean away None did her stay thinking that she had gone forth to pray When she had past escap'd quite the danger of them all And that she was come near unto the siedged Cities wall Come open me the Gates quoth she our Foe the Lord hath slain See here his Head within my hand that bore so great a Fame Upon a Pole they pifcht his Head that all men might it spy And o're the City wall forthwith they set it presently Then all the Souldiers in the town marcht forth in rich Array But sure their Foes spy'd their approach for 't was at break of day Then running hastily to call their General out of Bed They found his liveless Body there but clean without a head UUhen this was known all in amaze they fled away each man They left their tents full rich behind and so away they ran ●o here behold how God provides for them that in him trust UUhen earthly hope is all in vain he takes us from the dust How often hath our Judith sav'd and kept us from decay Sainst Holofornes and Pope as may he seen this day FINIS 5. A Princely Ditty in praise of the English ROSE Translated out of French AMongst the Princely Paragons Bedeckt with dainty Diamonds UUithin my eye none doth come nigh the sweet Red Rose of England The Lillies pass in bravery In Flanders Spain and Italy But yet the famous flower of France doth honour the Rose of England A s I abroad was walking I heard the small Birds ●●l king And every one did frau● her s●ng in praise of the Rose of England The Lillies c. Caesar may vaunt of Histories and Croesus of his happiness But he were blest that may hear in his breast the sweet Red Rose of England The Lillies c. The bravest Lute bring hither And let us sing together Whilst I do ring on every string the praise of the Rose of England The Lillies c. The sweet perfumes and Spices The Wise-men brought to Jesus Did never smell a quarter so well as doth the Rose of England The Lillies c. Then fair and Princely Flower That ever my heart doth power None may be compared to thee which art the fair Rose of England The Lillies c. 6. A Communication between Fancy and desire COme hither ●hepherds Swain Sir what do you require● I pray thee shew thy Name my name is fond Dellre When wast thou ●ors● Desire ● in pomp and pride of May By whom sweet Child wast thou 〈◊〉 of fond Conceit men say Tell me who was thy Nurse sweet Youth and sugre● joys What was thy Meat and dainty Food sad sighs and great A●noys What had'st thou for to Drink unsavory Lovers teares What Cradle wast thou rocked in in Love devoid of fears What lull'd thee then asleep sweet Speech which likes me best Tell me where is thy dwelling place in gentle Hearts I rest What thing doth please thee most to gaze on beauty still UUhom dost thou think to be thy Foe disdain of thy good-will Doth Company displease ye sure many a one UUhere doth desire delight to live he loves to live alone Doth either time or Age bring him into decay No no Desire both lives and dyes ten thousand times a day Then fond Desires farewel thou art no meat for me I would loath to dwell with such a one as thee FINIS THE THIRD PART OF THE GARLAND of GOOD-WILL Song 1. A Maids Choice 'twixt Age and Youth CRabbed Age and Youth cannot live together Youth is full of pleasure Age is full of care Youth 's like Summers morn Age like winters weather Youth is full of sport Age's breath is short Youth is wild and Age is lame Youth is hot and bold Age is weak and cold Youth is wild and Age is tame Age I do abhor thee Youth I do adore thee O my Love my Lord is Young Age I do defie thee O sweet Shepherd hye thee for methinks thou stay'st too long Here I do attend arm'd by love and pleasure UUith my youthful Friend joyful for to meet 〈…〉 for my onely treasure Genus sugred habit fancy dainty sweet Like a loveing wife So lead I my life thirsting for my hearts desire Come sweet Youth I pray Away Old Man away thou canst not give what I require For Old Age I care not Come my love and spare not Age is Feeble Youth is strong Age I do defie thee O sweet Shepherd hye thee for methinks thou stay too long Phaebus stay thy Steeds over-swift running Drive not on so fast bright resplendant Sun For fair Dapnes sake now express thy running Pitty on me take else I am undone Your hours swift of flight That waste with Titans sight and so consu●ie the chearful ●oy O stay a while with me Till I my Love may see O Youth thou dost so long delay Time will over slip us And in pleasure trip us come away therefore with 〈◊〉 I would not lose an hour For fair Londons Tower Genus therefore help my 〈◊〉 Flora's Banks are spread in their rich attire With their dainty Uiolet and the Pri●●rose sweet Dazies white and red fitting Youths desire Whereby the Daffadilly and the Cowslip meet All for youths de●ire Their fresh Colours move in the Meadows green an● 〈◊〉 The Birds with sweeter Ro●ts Do strain their pritty throats to entertain my love this way I with twenty wishes And an hundred kisses would receive him by the hand If he gave not me a fall I would him Coward call and all unto my word would stand Lo where he appears like young Adonis Ready to set on fire the chasest heart alive Jewel of my life welcome where thine own is Pleasant are thy looks sorrows to deprive Embrasing thy Darling Dear Without all doubtful fear on thy command I wholly rest Do what thou wilt to me Therein I agree and be not strange to my request To Youth I only yield Age fits not Venus field though I be conquered what care I In such a pleasant war Come meet me if you dare who first mislikes let them cry