Selected quad for the lemma: heart_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	green_a	sing_v	willow_n	465	4	17.2201	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10147	A gorgious gallery, of gallant inuentions Garnished and decked with diuers dayntie deuises, right delicate and delightfull, to recreate eche modest minde withall. First framed and fashioned in sundrie formes, by diuers worthy workemen of late dayes: and now, ioyned together and builded vp: By T.P.	Proctor, Thomas, poet.	1578 (1578)	STC 20402; ESTC S102575	64,661	122

vnbridled time Olde Age is lothd with folly ouer grown Yonge yeres dispisde cut of in sprowting prime Experience learne let elder lyues thee lead In lyuely yeres thy fickle steps to guide Least vnawares such vncoth paths thou tread Which filthy be thought pleasant to be eyde In calmest Seas the deepest Whorepooles bee In greenest Grasse the lurking Adder lyes With eger sting the sugerest sap wee see Smooth wordes deceiue learne therfore to bee wise FINIS Inuidus alterius rebus macrescit opimis THe greedy man whose hart with hate doth swell Because hee sees his neyghbors good estate Liues vncontent with what might serue him well And eftsoones seemes to blame sufficient fate This grudging gluton glut with goulden gayne To serue his vse although hee hath enough Repines at that which others get with payne So that himselfe therby hee doth abuse Hee thinkes that much which passeth by his claw And findes a fault for it through luckles hap Although the matter valueth scarce a straw Hee deemes it small of gaine that giues no sap Hee thinkes his store shall serue his sen●lesse corse Or that no death at all hee deemes there bee Els would hee to his conscience haue remorse And seeke to liue content with his degree For what auayles to horde vp heapes of drosse Or seeke to please vnsaciate fond desire Considering that t is subiect vnto losse And wee therby yll got deserues Hell fire From which O Lord conduct vs with thy hand And giue vs grace to liue vnto thy prayse Preserue our Queene his subiects and her land And graunt in peace shee raigne here Nestors dayes FINIS The reward of Whoredome by the fall of Helen FRom Limbo Lake where dismall féendes do lye Where Pluto raignes perpend Helenas cry Where firy flames where pittious howlings bee Where bodyes burne from thence giue eare to mee I am Helena shée for whose vilde filthy fact The stately Towers of Troy the hauty Grecians sacte High Troy whose pompe throughout the world did sound In Cinders low through mee was layd on ground Kinge Priamus through mée did end his life And Troians all almost I was the cause of strife I am that Dame whose beauty passing braue Dame Venus praysde the golden Pome to haue Whose feature forste Sir Paris boyling brest To leaue his land and seeke to be my guest That trull which tost the surging Seas a maine From Grecian shoare to Troy vnto my paine That flurt whose gallant sproutinge prime Through vilde abuse ▪ was scorcht ere auncient time I vertue shund I lothd a modest mynde I wayd not fame my beauty made mee blinde Each braue delight my masking minde allurde My fancy déemed my beauties gloze assurde Such worthy fame did sound of Helens hue Although my déedes reapt shame and guerdon due In gorgious plumes I maskt puft vp with pride In braue delights I liu'd my fancy was my guide But fie of filth your world is all but vayne Your pomp consumes your deeds shall guerdon gaine See here by mee whose beauty might haue boast For splendant hue throughout each forrain coast But what preuayles to vaunt of beauties glose Or brag of pride wheron dishonor growes If I had vsde my gifts in vertues lore And modest liud my prayse had bin the more Where now too late I lothe my life lewd spent And wish I had with vertue bin content FINIS T. P. A Louers lyfe THe tedious toyle the cares which Louers taste The troubled thoughts which moues their mindes to feare The pinching pangs the dole which seemes to waste Their lothsome life déepe plungd in gulfes of care Would mooue ech shun such snares of vayne delight Which irksome be though pleasant to the sight The minde full fraught with care enioyes no ease A boyling brest desires vnlawfull lust The hart would haue what best the minde doth please And fancy craues the thing which is vniust Beside eche frown which eftsoones moues them déeme They abiect are if sad their Louers séeme Or if occasion shun their vsuall sight Not seene they thinke themselues vnminded bée And then in dumps as mazd they leaue delight And yéeld to greefe till one eche others see So that with feare their mindes are alwayes fraught That liue in loue experience some hath taught Eche lowring frown from mirth doth moue the minde One iesting worde procures a thousand woes So that lyke gréefe or more through sight they finde Then absence sure such cares fro fancy flowes Such goring gripes such heapes of hideous harmes Such sorowing sobs from daunted louers swarmes Rosamond a spowsed Dame her husbands death procurde For speaking but a worde in iest Itrascus too full thyrty yeares indurde The panges of loue within his boyling brest So that in gréefe they harbor still their mindes are cloyd with care They diue in dole they plunge in payne liue in cruell feare And diuers moe as Axeres whose beauty passing faire So Iphis hart and boyling brest allurde That for her sake hée liude in extreame care And cruell gréefe while breathing breath indurde But at the length disdayne vpon a trée Hée honge himselfe where sh●e his corps might sée FINIS ¶ A Louer approuing his Lady vnkinde Is forsed vnwilling to vtter his minde Willow willow willow singe all of gréene willow Sing all of gréene willow shall bée my Garland MY loue what mislyking in mée do you finde Sing all of gréene willow That on such a soddayn you alter your minde Sing willow willow willow What cause doth compell you so fickle to bée Willow willow willow willow In hart which you plighted most loyall to mée Willow willow willow willow I faythfully fixed my fayth to remayne Sing all of gréene willow In hope I as constant should finde you agayne Sing willow willow willow But periurde as Iason you faythlesse I finde Which makes mee vnwilling to vtter my minde Willow willow willow singe all of gréene willow Sing all of greene willow shall bee my Garland Your beauty braue decked with showes gallant gay Sing all of greene willow Allured my fancy I could not say nay Sing willow willow willow Your phrases fine philed did force mée agrée Willow willow willow willow In hope as you promis'd you loyall would bée Willow willow willow willow But now you be frisking you list not abide Sing all of greene willow Your vow most vnconstant and faythlesse is tride Sing willow willow willow Your wordes are vncertayne not trusty you stand Which makes mée to weare the willow Garland Willow willow willow sing all of greene willow Sing all of gréene willow shall bée my Garland Hath Light of loue luld you so softe in her lap Sing all of gréene willow Hath fancy prouokte you did loue you intrap Sing willow willow willow That now you be flurting and will not abide Willow willow willow willow To mée which most trusty in time should haue tride Willow willow willow willow Is modest demeanure thus turnd to vntrust Sing all of greene willow Are

likewise in minde And doo not mée forsake Though I doo tarry longe But take mée for your make I will not chaunge my songe Though absence now a while Do part vs thus in twayne Thinke neither craft nor gyle For I will come agayne The same man that I went. Both in my woorde and déede Though some men doo relent And grudge that I should spéed But if you doo remayne And do not fro mée starte My hart you doo attayne Till death vs two depart And thus farewell adew And play an honest parte And chaunge mée for no new Séeing that you haue my hart FINIS A propper Dittie To the tune of lusty Gallant THe glyttering showes of Floras dames Delightes not so my carefull minde Ne gathering of the fragrant flames That ofte in Floras Nimphes I finde Ne all the noates of Birdes so shryl Mellodiously in woods that singe Whose solemne Qu●res the skyes doth fill With noate on noate that heauenly ringe The ●ri●king Fish in streames that springe And sporte them on the riuers side The Hound the Hauke and euery thinge Wherin my ioyes did once abide Doth nothinge els but bréede my wo Sith that I want which I desier And death is eke become my fo Denying that I most requier But if that Fortunes fréendly grace Would graunt mine eyes to take the vew Of her whose porte and amorous face My senses all doth so subdew That raunging too and fro to gayne The pray that most delighteth mee At last I finde that bréedes me payne Shee flyes so fast it will not bee Then in my selfe with lingering thoughts A sodayne strife begins to gro I then doo wish such Birdes at noughts That from their louers flyeth so At last I see the Fowlars gin Prepared for this Birde and mée Then wisht I lo his hed therin So that my birde and I were frée FINIS ¶ The Louer perswadeth his beloued to beware the deceites and allurements of strange suters BE stedfast to thine owne As hée is vnto thée Regard not men vn knowen But loue thine owne truly For oft deceyts are sowen By them that vnknowen bée Wherfore cast of the rest And thine own loue thou best For though that their false suite Séeme pleasant in thine eare Thou knowst oft times ill fruit A pleasant trée doth beare If thou chaunce to repute A rotten Apple cleare Better to loue thine owne And forsake men vnknowne Thou doost well vnderstand These wordes not spoken seilde More suer a birde in hand Then twenty in the feild Thou knowest thine owne sure band And how that it hath helde Then chaunge it for no new But loue him that is trew If suters doo thee moue Or dayly to thée write Yet graunt to them no loue Their paynes for too requite But thinke it doth behooue Thée alwayes to doo right Thē must thou loue thine own And forsake men vnknowne This counsayle I thée giue As farforth as I can As I that whiles I liue Wilbée thine onely man. For sure it would mee gréene To see thée out of frame Or chaunge at any time Thine owne not to bee thine Thus written by thine owne To thee with all his harte Disiringe the vnknowen Of thee may haue no part For if sutch chaunge bee sowen No doubt thou killest my hart Wherfore I say beware Alwayes the vnknown snare FINIS ¶ The Lady beloued exclaymeth of the great vntruth of her louer WOuld god I had neuer séen the teares of thy false eyne Or els my eares ful deaf had bin That herd those words of thine Then should I not haue knowne Nor chosen to my part So many euils in one To kill my poore true hart As now in thée I finde Who bidst mee from thée go As false and full vnkinde Alas why doost thou so Was neuer man so false of othe To none as thou to mee Was neuer womā of more troth Then I haue ben to thee And thou to leaue mee so And canst no iust cause tell But wilt thou spill with wo The hart that loues thee wel Mee thinkes that for my part I may speake in the same I say me thinkes thou art Euen very m●tch to blame Pardy it is but litle praise To thee that art a man To finde so many crafty wayes To fraude a poore woman At whom all women smile To see so fonde on thee And men although they wayle To see how thou vsest mee To lure mee to thy fist To ease thy feigned payne And euer when thou list To cast mee of agayne The wretched hound that spendes his dayes And serueth after kinde The Horse that tredeth y beaten ways As nature doth him binde In age yet findes releefe Of them that did him wo Who in their great mischeefe Disdayne not them to know Thus they for wo and smart Had ease vnto their paine But I for my true ●art Get nought but greefe agayne The weary and long night doth make mee dreame of thee And still me thinks with sight I see thee here with mee And then with open armes I strayne my pillow softe And as I close mine armes mee thinkes I kisse thee ofte But when at last I wake And finde mée mockte with dremes Alas with moone I make My teares run down like streames All they that here this same Wyll spit at thy false deede And bid fie on thy cursed name And on thy false seede That shewest so to the eye And bearest so false an hew And makest all women cry Lo how ye men be vntrew But yet to excuse thée now To them that would thee spot I le say it was not thou It was mine owne poore lot FINIS ¶ The Louer declareth his paynfull plight for his beloued sake SInce néedes ye will mee singe giue eare vnto the voyce Of mée pore man your bond seruant that knoweth not to reioyce Consider wel my care my paine and my vnrest Which thou with force of Cupids Dart hast grafted in my brest Heale and withdraw from mee the venim of that Darte Haue pitty and release this wo that doth consume my hart The greatnes of my greefe doth bid mee seeke release I seeke to finde to ease my payne yet doth my care encrease I cease not to beholde that doth augment my payne I sée my selfe I seeke my wo yet can I not refrayne That should my wo release doth most encrease the same The colde that should acquench the heat doth most enrage the flame My pleasure is my payne my game is most my greefe My cheefe delite doth worke my wo my hart is my releefe Sutch haps doth hap to them that happeth so to loue And hap most harde so fast to binde that nothing can remooue For when the harme is fixed and rooted in the hart No tongue can tell nor pen may write how greuous is the smart I haue thought loue but play vntill I felte the sore But now I felte a thousand greefes I neuer felt before To tell what paynes I bide if that I