Selected quad for the lemma: heart_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	abundance_n	speak_v	tongue_n	2,464	5	7.4469	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A17454	Alcilia Philoparthens louing folly. To which is added Pigmalions image. With the loue of Amos and Laura. And also epigrammes by Sir I.H. and others. Neuer before imprinted.	I. C.; Chalkhill, John, fl. 1600, attributed name.; Clapham, John, b. 1566, attributed name.; Marston, John, 1575?-1634. Metamorphosis of Pigmalions image. Selections.; Page, Samuel, 1574-1630.; Harington, John, Sir, 1560-1612.	1613 (1613)	STC 4275; ESTC S104856	30,908	102

then thither That whirle-windes meeting roaring out aloud Make watry mountaines shew the ship each cloud Then with such fury they descend the deepe From top of triple-Cedar-mountaines steepe As of the Seas rich orientall shew Against their vvils they take a counterview So fares his minde which tossed to and fro Sometimes doth ioy and other times is woe Sometimes from depth ascends into the ayre And though he hope he hides it vvith despayre So long with feruent zeale he mou'd his sute Onely for want of vvords his tongue was mute VVhere true affection rules in hottest fires Dumbe signes and tokens then shew mens desires For vvhat he thought he shew'd he could not vtter Which made him oft when he shold speak to mutter She that was wounded with the selfe-same dart Reueal'd with tongue that which she wisht with hart And fram'd her answere so much't could not grieue him For 't was a salue to wound and to relieue him Say I could loue quoth she my milder minde Vnlesse you further moue cannot vnkinde Frame you an answere for wee are by nature So much addicted to mans heauenly feature That though your faults are great by your abuse To blinde the same it is our womans vse Then as thou found'st me leaue me if thou wilt That shall be all I render for thy guilt Further I will not credit thy report Farewell be gone for I am mist in Court VVith that shee flyes and in her flight she leaues A well wrought Scarfe which straight the winde vp heaues And proud of such a prise they doe infer VVith their embassage vnto Iupiter And there presented it who as 't was right Did make the windes returne't with swiftest flight Vnto the place where Amos stood amazed At that which hapt who like a mad-man gazed VVondring what she by this illusion meant VVhen to allure him was her whole intent But led in admiration most of all At the rich Scarfe which from the Maide did fall He viewes the worke where finding of Apollo Chasing a Nymph who swifter then a Swallow Flyeth his armes for feare did lend her wings To flye from him which after her soone flings Himselfe a foole he cals that wanting skill Being allur'd he had not knowne her will Doubtfull he feares offence committed to her That he so rashly gain'st her will durst wooe her To cleare himselfe of which offence he flyes Resolu'd to winne the Maide or lose the prize VVith prosperous hast Oh may thy hast well speed VVhose wondrous loue did vertuously proceed Not from the flames of filthy lusts desire As vvas that Rome-borne Tarquins lustfull fire But as vnspotlesse from that filthy thought From that most hell-deseruing thing of nought As euer heart lodg'd in a loyall brest Or tongue vntaught to lye euer exprest But why doe I digresse the path I tread Cloying your eares with that your eyes doe read Pardon my boldnesse and giue eare a while To that of him which my inferiour stile Shall now expresse though't not with honor stands He thinkes one paire of legs worth twice two hands The arrow swift sent from the sturdy bow May be accounted to his flight but slow At last he gain'd the Court to vvhich being come It shew'd like to the Pallace of the Sunne Describ'd in Ouid for in length and fairenesse None might surpasse the workmanship and rarenes Through which his way lies he needs must passe The pauement Marble vvas the vvals of Glasse VVhereunder vvas so liuely caru'd the Story Of great Ioues loue his vvondrous vvorks glory VVith many others loue vvhich to rehearse VVould adde a mighty volume to my Verse Besides mine owne weake vvit for I doe know it He vvas a better workeman then I Poet. Yet could not this abate the Louers pace For he still holds the louely Maide in chase Passing the Court he comes into a greene VVhich vvas in middest of the Pallace seene Thorough the midst there ranne a pleasant Spring On each side with a vvall of Bricke hemm'd in Onely in midst a Stile beyond a Plancke VVhich for a Bridge did serue to eyther bancke Ouer this Stile as Laura lightly skips In her rent garment happily it slips And held her there a while till hee came to her VVhere once againe the Nouice gins to vvoe her Flye not thy friend our Maker vvilleth so Things reasonlesse approue and vvish it to If vvithout sense and reason all things then Obserue a better course then humane men How sauage were we then offending so Committing that vvhich vve offence doe know O were my tongue a second Orpheus Harpe That to my loue I might allure thy hearr Or vvere thy loue but equall vnto mine Then vvould thou seeke his fauor vvho seeks thine Me thinkes vnkindnesse cannot come from thence VVhere beauty raignes vvith such magnificence I meane from thee vvhom nature hath endow'd VVith more then Art would vvillingly allow'd And though by nature you are borne most faire Yet Art would adde a beautie to your share But it being spotlesse doth disdaine receipt Of all vnpolish'd painting counterfeit Your beautie is a snare vnto our wayes VVherein once caught wee cannot brooke delayes VVhich makes vs oft through griefe of minde grow sad Griefe follows grief then malecontent mad Thus by deniall doe you cause our woe And then doe triumph in our ouer-throw VVhat is it to be fayre onely a vanitie A fading blossome of no perpetuitie Consider this for beautie is a flower Subiect to ill occasions euery hower It is a tenure holden as wee lee Durante Dei placito not in fee. Measure my Loue then proue it by a tryall Let me not languish still by your deniall If in my suite I erre as by mischance Blame not my Loue but count it ignorance The tongue is but an instrument of nought And cannot speake the largenesse of the thought For when the minde abounds and almost breaketh Then through abundance of the heart it speaketh No man can speake but what he hath in minde Then what I speake I thinke be not vnkinde Vnto your seruant who obedience proffers And makes firme loue the obiect of his offers I will not boast of Parentage or Lyne For all are base respecting thee diuine Nor will I boast of wealth or riches store For in thy face consists all wealth and more Pure are my thoughts as skin betweene thy browes And eke as chaste my speech my oathes vowes Speake sweetest fayre but one kinde word to me How can alas that be offence in thee There was a Dame a moderne Poet sung Hero by name like thee both faire and young And both so faire that you did others passe As farre as rarest Dyamonds common glasse VVhom young Leander courted on a greene A Maide so faire but thee was neuer seene She granted loue which he alas to gaine To reape those ioyes did crosse the brinish Maine My loue to thee I now compare to his Accounting danger so requited blisse There are no Seas