Selected quad for the lemma: heaven_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heaven_n	air_n	earth_n	element_n	2,424	5	9.4906	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43693	London drollery, or, The wits academy being a select collection of the newest songs, lampoons, and airs alamode : with several other most ingenious peices [sic] of railery, never before published / by W.H.	Hicks, William, fl. 1671.	1673 (1673)	Wing H1887A; ESTC R4745	41,718	138

true to thee Or if to Marriage thou' rt inclin'd I quickly then will change my mind For Love my Brest hath fill'd with such a Fire That to be cool'd by thee is my desire On Captain Hicks his Curiosities of Nature By a Young Lady NO Art to Nature can be equaliz'd VVhen 't is at best 't is but as Truth disguis'd As Shadows like it doth but represent With all the Skill that Artists can invent Wonders of Nature can ne'er be out-done Since they are fram'd by Providence alone Some things for Service some to please the sight Their great Contrivance doth create delight Yet to dull Fancies most such things as these Are not esteem'd and that 's it cannot please So still 't is Ignorance that denies 'em Worth Not able to discern or set them forth Such Rarities I much admire my self Since 't is Earth Air and VVaters greatest wealth I should detract from them should I but praise Heavens greatest Wonders 'mong which I number these Most Elements do grace this rare Collection Which Nature hath brought forth to great Perfection And for your trouble Sir in gathering of 'em Ingenious Men will praise you and those that love ' em VVhose great Applause you justly do deserve Your time being spent Heavens VVonders to preserve More might be said all with me will agree Onely the great'st defect is in E. C. His Answer to Madam E. C. Vpon her Curious Art in Cutting Figures in Paper and other her Artificial Curiosities I 'Ve often read that Art a Hand-maid was Unto Dame-Nature and not without Cause But now I see the contrary for in you I find the Proverb can no more be true For you in Art excel Dame Nature so That one would think your very Flowers do grow So well they 're cut by your ingenious hand VVhen Curiosoes see 'em they 're at a stand And plainly say That so it cannot be By any thing that 's humane but some Deitie Nay Painters do confess 't is done so well They thought 'em natural onely for the smell For Men Birds Beasts Fishes Trees Plants and Flowers Are so well cut by that same hand of yours That all do stand amaz'd and plainly say You in this Art do bear the Bell away 'T is rare to see a Female Herald yet you When of your Curiosities I took a view I saw some Coats of Arms so exactly done The Painters Pencils with Scissars Y 'ave out-gone And painted Paper is the onely Thing With the Clipping Tool You to life do bring To th' Eye those things which seem inanimate I wish destroying Time may no period set Unto those Eyes and Hands of Yours which do Imploy themselves to your content and ours too I 'll say no more but this and do despise All flatterie That had I a thousand Eies On Your Mysterious Art I would them fix So long as I am call'd W. Hicks MOll bears in one hand fire water in th' other But in her Chaffindish bears both together She 's Ambodexter with both her hands she plays Yet her Game 's smister both by nights and days She 's won with an Apple and lost with a Nut Her Bum is no Bilbo and yet it will cut As keen as a Razor that shaves away all Though she no sweet Water hath nor Barbars Ball. A Loose Acquaintance once of me desir'd To pass my word for Sattin for a Suit But being loth to do what he requir'd I of a Consonant became a Mute Which he took for Consent and Sattin got But seeing him mistake the Mute so much I Silence broke and told him I would not Unless I kept the Stuff that must keep touch Had I been bound for one that was so loose I had been gull'd and pull'd and made a Goose On Fat Peg. MArg'ret doth muse how she so fat becomes That eats but once a day to wit all day Her Brests like Balloons like Globes her Bums One sleep serves her all night that is to say All night she sleeps she snores she farts past care Thus fares it with our Margaret or great Mare Of Lying Robbin RObbin his Lies are not pernicious Lies But pleasant Fictions hurtful unto none But to himself for no man counts him wise To tell for truth that which for false is known He swears that Gaunt is threescore miles about And that the Bridge at Paris on the Sein Is of such thickness length bredth throughout That sixscore Arches can it scarce sustain He swears he saw so great a dead mans Skull At Canterbury digg'd out of the ground That would contain of Wheat three Bushels full And that in Kent are twenty Yeomen found Of which the poorest ev'ry year dispends Five thousand pounds These a thousand mo So oft he hath recited to his Friends That now himself perswades himself 't is so But why doth Robbin tell his Lies so rife Of Bridges Towns and things that have no life He is a Lawyer and doth well espy That of such Lies an Action will not lie Faults in Foreheads IF each ones Faults were in his Forehead writ Lives onely would be read the rest rejected Nor Hats nor Bonnets then would eas'ly fit And lowest foreheads would be most respected The holy Hermit would be apprehended Of Crimes unthought of till we read 'em there Reputed Virgins would Thirteen once ended In Colours full of Guiltiness appear Nor I my self that should my self know best Nor thou dear Mistress be at all exempted We should be both on many tongues profest Thou for thy yielding I for having tempted But why should'st thou one fault for me avow Thy fautls are written in thy Husbands Brow A Scotch Song 1. I Needs must gang a Wooing I can no longer stay For Jinny is marr'd for doing Some Loon will steal her away 2. I VVou'd not for a world Leuse her gude companie For I have guds enough To maintain her and I. 3. A lang long live-long day Is aul too little for me To reckon up what I ha To derive my Pertigree 4. Feth Jocky thou art to bleam I dare both say and swear I se ne'er come at thee agen Till I know thy guds and thy geer 5. I have an awd Mear of mine awn She 's twenty year awd and sean She cost me twenty good Placks And now she 's well worth elean 6. I have three dozen of Buttons Gude Brass and all in a string With a dainty Cale Whittle beside And a brave Curtain-Ring 7. I ha three shoes for a feut And twa o' them want soles With a dainty left-feut Beut And thrutteen dozen of holes 8. The Grains of a Fire Pore in The Rim of a Spinning-Wheel An old Huke for an Elsing-Haft A Spindle a Rock and a Reel 9. I have a gude Hank of Yarn 'T is three year since it was spun With a pair of Socks for a Barn And an end of awd Pipe Bum. 10. My Granny she gave me a Hickle And Jinny I give it to thee