Selected quad for the lemma: heart_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	wound_a	wound_n	wound_v	236	4	9.1480	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A33879	A Collection of twenty four songs written by several hands, and set by several masters of musick ; vvith the tunes engraven on copper-plates with great care : most of them within the compass of a flute.		1685 (1685)	Wing C5213; ESTC R213668	5,379	24

A COLLECTION Of Twenty Four SONGS Written by several Hands And set by several Masters of Musick VVith the Tunes Engraven on Copper-plates with great Care Most of them within the Compass of a Flute LONDON Printed by F. Leach for Charles Corbet and Published by W. Davis in Amen-Corner and are to be sold by most Booksellers and Musick-shops M DC LXXXV Price One Shilling I. FLy from Olinda young and sair Fly from her soft engaging air And Wit in Women found so rare Though all her looks to Love advise Her yet unconquer'd Heart denies And breaks the Promise of her Eyes II. Waste not your time in coy disdain Think not your Beauty's pleasing Reign By way of Rigour to maintain If we to Kings obedience owe If we to Gods with Incense go 'T is sor the Blessings they bestow I. COuld my Aminta prove Half so kind as she is cruel Ah could she once but Love For an hour or two like me All the torments I endur'd She will by one Smile Repay And my wounded Heart will cure Should the Joys a moment stay II. See see you mighty Powers What a Heart you have wounded See how it Bleeds in showers From the Wounds your Darts have made Since that neither Prayers nor Tears Can her Heart with Pity move Then my Dagger ends my fears And my fatal stroke my Love I. IF absent I from Phillis am And judge my Merit by my Love Strait I resolve to own my Flame And hope I may successful prove But when her Beauty I behold And each surprizing Charm admire I think a Monarch were too bold If he did to her Love aspire II. Then quite despairing of my Fate I all amaz'd and silent stray Nor dare so much I dread my Fate One sigh or tender look betray Thus some who most your Alms deserve Asham'd to beg unpitti'd starve Whilest oft with false and Clamorous Grief The saucy Beggar gets Relief I. AS May in all her youthful dress My Love so gay did once appear A Spring of Charms dwelt on her Face And Roses did inhabit there Thus whilest our Joyment was but young Each night new Pleasures did Create Harmonious words dropt from her Tongue And Cupid on her Forehead sate II. But as the Sun to West declines The Eastern Sky does colder grow And all its blushing looks resigns To 'th pale-fac'd Moon that rules below Whilest Love was eager brisk and warm My Cloe then was kind and gay But when by Time I lost the Charms Her Smiles like Autumn dropt away I. WHen Lucinda's blooming Beauty Did the wondring Town surprize With the first I paid my Duty Fixing there my wandring Eyes Her kind Spring each hour discloses Charms we no where else can trace Gayer than the blush on Roses Are the Glories of her Face II. She 's alone the life of Pleasure Makes the Park and makes the Play Scatt'ring her amazing Treasure Gives her Slaves a Golden Day You whose thoughts are too aspiring Hope not she will ease your care I have learn'd to live admiring Love is vanquish'd by Despair I. GO tell Aminta gentle Swain I would not dye nor dare complain Thy Tuneful Voice with numbers joyn Thy Voice will more prevail than mine For Souls opprest and dumb with grief The Gods ordain'd this kind Relief That Musick should in sounds convey What Dying Lovers dare not say II. A Sigh or Tear perhaps she 'll give But Love on Pity cannot live Tell her that Hearts for Hearts were made And Love with Love is only paid Tell her my Pains so fast increase That soon they wil be past Redress For O the Wretch that Speechless lyes Attends but Death to close his Eyes I. AHfaithless Silvia come tell me Why so cruel grown So to undo me and kill me Who once was your own When that I woo'd thee and su'd thee How hard was my fate So to enslave me then leave me To cry 't is too late II. When thy poor Shepherd distressed Went wandering on the Plain Think how his Soul was oppressed With Silvia's disdain Each flying moment fresh thoughts And new troubles to me does create Since to regain the least Treasures and Pleasures Alas 't is too late I. INever saw the Face till now That could my Passion move I lik'd and ventur'd e'ry Vow But durst not think on Love Till Beauty charming e'ry sense An easie Conquest made And shew'd the vainness of defence Where Phillis does invade II. But O how her colder Heart denies The thoughts her looks inspire And whilest in Ice that frozen lyes Her Eyes dart only Fire Between extrams I am undone Like Plants too Northern set Burnt by too violent a Sun And chill'd for want of heat I. YOu I love by Jove I do More than all things here below With a Passion far more great Than e're Creature Loved yet And yet still you cry forbear Love no more or Love not here II. Bid the Miser leave his Ore Bid the wretched sigh no more Bid the old be young again Bid thee now ne're think on man Silvia this when you can do Bid me then ne're think on you III. Love 's not a thing of Choice but Fate That makes me Love makes you to Hate Silvia then do what you will Ease or cure torment or kill Be kind or cruel false or true Love I must and none but you I. IN Silvia is my whole delight There is no other she When absent none can please my sight Your Image still I see The Turkey parts with his fond mate Not half so loath as I I softly sigh to my hard fate If absent long I dye II. Each moment seems an age to me I hope 't is so to you The Slave longs less for Liberty Than I to find you true Silvia return then to my Arms For I am all desire Were I to you so full of Charms Our Flamse could not expire Olinda's Answer I. AH poor Olinda never boast Of Charms that thy freedom crost They throw at Hearts and thine is lost Yet none my ruine ought to blame His Wit first blew me to a flame Then fans me with the Wings of Fame II. In vain I do his person shun I cannot from his Glory run That 's universal as the Sun In Crouds in Praises fill my Ear Alone his genius does appear He like a God is every where HAil to the Mighty Monarch Valiant Pole Of Victory the Soul The first great Conqueror In a Holy War The bright Auspicious Northern Star To Staremburg the Bold and all his Train To the generous Lorrain That has Valiant Men at his Command As e're the mighty Bully had that stole his Land For 't was he 't was he that Christian Turk That has set 'em all to work And now lies upon the Lurk In hopes a mighty Name to gain But his hopes may prove in vain For the Pole with his Jove assisting Hand Thundred all out of the Land By a Word of his Command Both Trimmer Whig and Jew