Selected quad for the lemma: heart_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	blood_n	body_n	vital_a	2,040	5	10.4566	5	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13797	Alba The months minde of a melancholy louer, diuided into three parts: by R.T. Gentleman. Hereunto is added a most excellent pathetical and passionate letter, sent by Duke D'Epernoun, vnto the late French King, Henry the 3. of that name, when he was commanded from the court, and from his royall companie. Translated into English by the foresaid author.	Tofte, Robert, 1561-1620.; Epernon, Jean-Louis de Nogaret de La Valette, duc d', 1554-1642.	1598 (1598)	STC 24096; ESTC S111433	52,678	150

doth her obscure Thy haires to Phoebus lightning in the Aire When he doth shine with greatest Luster pure Thy diamond eyes like to a frostie Night Where sparkling stars doe shooting take their flight Thy cheekes Aurora like when with her Dew The Rose and Lillie she doth sprinkle sweete Resembling drops that seeded Pearle doe shew As if that double Beautie did them greete Thy Hand no hand it is the daintie Gloue Which Psyches ware when she was wed to LOVE VVhat art thou but All faire in outward show But inwardly th' art Cruel and vnkinde In thy faire Face all Fauours sweet doe grow But Thornes and Briars in thy Hart I finde With s●ew of sweet thou lur'st and dost entise But bitterly thou makst them pay the price Thou cruell lead'st my life to dismall Death My hope from all her Ioyes thou dost confine Thou art the corde that stopst my vitall breath And Armes with Armes against me dost conioyne Thou only art the SHE that 's fenst with hate And dost thy selfe of pitie naked make Tirde with a Burthen of Extremities Which breakes not bowes my wofull Hart in twaine And checkt with chiefest Mate of Miseries I linger out my lothed life in paine Then death not life I may this liuing call Where ceasles Noy not ioy doth me befall Black gloomy Thoughts 〈◊〉 me doe tyrannise And to my Soule appoynted faithfull Guides Doe her deceiue with her they subtellise Nor in this ill to comfort me None bides All my best Hopes are at an Ebbing low Whilst stealing yeares with griefes encreasing grow What shall I doe shall I to reason turne Oh no for her I too much haue offended What shal I goe to LOVE and to him mourne For aide and promise all shall be amended Alas it were in vaine and labour lost Where he doth promise he deceiueth most See then ye fond Desires what you haue done By headstrong Will sage Reason to depraue But what shall I as now resolue vpon Whom shall I trust of whom helpe shall I craue Euen her who first betraide me will I trust She can but be as she hath been vniust Come gentle sleepe sweet sleepe my welcome Frend Come comfort me with shadow of my Loue And her in vision quickly to me send For whom these g●iefes and bitter pangs I proue Black Night be thou far darker then thou art Thy chiefest Beautie is to be most darke By thee my peace and pleasure doth arise Whilst I through thy deceit yet liking me Doe seeme to ioy with her in louely wise Although from hence God knowes far off she be Such is the pleasure that herein I take As more I could not ioy were I awake Thou shewst to me the trammels of her Haire Clept SCALA COELI locks of pure Delight Her snowy Neck the cause of my sweete Care Her eyes like Saphires sparkling in the night With ot●er sights vnseemly to be knowne Al these sweet sleep through thee to me are showne Only in this my thinks th' art too vnkinde That when thou partst from me all ioy doth part Nor any such thing left with me I finde Which then afresh renewes mine inwa●d smart Then since her selfe I waking cannot haue Sleeping let me her shadow of thee craue Like as the painefull Marchant venterer That is to leaue his sweetest natiue soyle Being bound vnto some strangy Countrie far Whome hope of gaine doth restles make to toyle Taking his leaue of his deare Familie Through feare hope makes them to liue and die But afterward when he hath crost the Seas Fraughting his ship with richest marchandise He then begins to frolicke Hearts at ease And hoyseth vp his sailes in cheerefull wise Searching by skill the shortest cut to take Of this his wearie iourney end to make When being almost tired at the last He is in kenning of his wished Home And when hauing of his Natiue Aire a taste Twixt ioy and griefe his very soule doth grone For griefe his Countrie he so long did in For ioy that Home he now returned is So fare I for when I doe call to minde The time in which my Libertie was lost I shed salt teares to thinke how I did binde My selfe being free as slaue vnto my cost But when I hope one day I shall be free Through my sweet Saint my hart doth leap for glee As many fierie darts as Ioue on high Dingde downe on Giants in his angrie mood So many whirle about my Bodie nigh As longing causeles for my guiltles blood The frighted Aire raine Ashes downe apace And cheerefull sunne flies hence to hide his face Thus stand I in a Maze of Miserie My Heart seeing nought but signes of present death Seekes how with clipped wings away to flie And faine would scape to saue his vitall breath Ah pouer wretch but how ●ft possible I know not how nor he himselfe can tell The world 's his foe and LOVE doth him betraie Despaire of helpe his senses doth confound His cursed Guide for nonce leades him astraie Fortune accuseth him on no sure ground And which doth gaule him most most doth grieue His Mistris rash gainst him doth iudgement giue He Mercie cries and calleth for his Booke But proude Disdaine doth stop the Iudges eare● So that on ●im she 'le not so much as looke And thus from Barre they quickelie doe him beare From ALBAS presence is he qui●e debarde Exilde from Her this is his sentence harde Great state and pomp this princely pallace showes And richly euery chamber hanged is Mine entertainment daily sweeter growes What Hart or thought can gesse I doe not misse Chiefly the Walkes and Gardens wondrous been As they a second Paradise doe seeme Yet though I finde this kindnes passing great VVith hunting hawking fowling and such sport For all our feasting and our daintie meate Our mirth and Musick in most pleasing sort For all these pleasures yet liue I in paine Since Her I want for whom I wish in vaine VVhat others loue I lothe and quite dislike And though I am in worthie co●panie Yet still my think● I am retired quite Into a place of matchles miserie Into an vncouth wood and wildernes VVhere liue such Beasts as pray on Sauagenes And if that long from her I be depriu'd My life shall be like flowers that want the Sun So shall I yeeld my Ghost as one disliu'd VVhilst my threds life shall quickly be vnspun Go skalding sighs then flie vnto her straite Say that for life or death on her I waite You stately Hils you princelike Ruins olde Which proudly in your last remainders show And who as yet the name of faire Rome holde To whom did once the whole world homage owe The place where now so many Relikes lie Of Holy soules honord for Christ to die You Theaters you Conquerors Arches faire Colosses huge and massie Pillers great Triumphant Showes of more then Glory rare Where Victorie with pomp did take their seate Lo what a wonder strange in you is