Selected quad for the lemma: heaven_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heaven_n	cloud_n	earth_n	rain_n	2,189	5	9.5355	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10790	The heroinæ: or, The lives of Arria, Paulina, Lucrecia, Dido, Theutilla, Cypriana, Aretaphila; Heroinæ.	Rivers, George.	1639 (1639)	STC 21063; ESTC S101215	33,813	186

her soul hollow as her heart loose as the shingles of an old silenc'd steeple scragged as a disparked pale stood at that distance one could not bite another her tongue so weakly guarded scolds like the alarm of a clock her chin was down'd with a China beard of twenty haires her brest lanke as a quicksand wasted as an hour-glasse at the eleventh use one arme one legge one foot shee doff'd with day and as a resurrection dond with the morrow her bones pithlesse as a Stallion for seven Posterities the slightest feares might now make rattle in her skinne her body wasted to no waste blasted with lust as an Oak with lightning was as familiar with diseases as a Physician to conclude she is odious beyond all comparison one sight of her would make the heat of youth recoile into an infant continence Yet she maintaines two Painters three Apothecaries to maintain this old-old uglinesse as the rare thing shee hath been these fourscore yeares in getting But I have too long like a Sexton convers'd with rottennesse She was Calbia and in that her soule was a wel acquainted with sin as a Confessor shee was Nicocrates Mother and in that name she carried to the faire and vertuous Aretaphila the envy of age the wormwood of a mother-in-law a word that is the originall that signifies all that is ill in the sexe yet for the reliefe of some few particulars read it like Hebrew and it yeelds something that is good This Calbia discovers the poison-plot Then as eagerly as my young Master in the Countrey fastens on the red-Deere-pie tougher then Drakes biskets that went round the world hoary as Methusalem entaild by his Grandsire to the house for ever shee seizes the faire Aretaphila into her tallons more griping then poverty it selfe nails that scratch like the law and are as good a cure for the itch as the Goale for theeves her she brings to the rack there intending after confession with most subtle tortures to let out her life Oh that Love in his Olympiads should bee drown'd in those faire eyes those eyes more eloquent then all Rhetorick that would raise an Anchoret from his grave and turne the Fiend Fury into the Cherubin Pity that those eyes should be of no other use then to vent sorrow to inexorable ears that those white and red roses which no rain but what fell from those heavenly eies could colour or sweeten should wither in their prime those lips that staine the rubies and make the roses blush those lips that command the scarlet-coloured morn into a cloud to hide his shame should kisse a mercilesse and sinew-sundring rack that breath which makes us all Chamaelions should bee wasted into unregarded sighs that those brests eternally chast and white as the Alps those legs columnes of the fairest Parian marble columnes that support this monument of all pens should bee stretch'd into anatomies that her body that would call a soule from heaven into it should bee mangled like one that hath hang'd in chaines these three years that her skin smooth as the face of youth soft as a bed of violets white as the queen of innocence sweet as the bean-blossomes after raine that that skin the casket of that body the karkanet of that soul should be jag'd and torne with that remorselesse pitie we commonly bestow upon a scare-crow After long racking when Calbia saw shee could rack no confession then when more torment would have been a reliefe she was taken down from the rack and her body was pinn'd as an unwelcome courtesie upon her soule Thus noble and pious guilt is twin-brother and carries the same face with innocence so was she spirited that those tortures could scarce trie her patience lesse her truth and though Calbia was not fully possess'd of any course to put her to death yet had shee cruelty enough to doe worse then kill her to make a cause But Aretaphila though her Countries liberty and her owne honour lifted higher then the flatteries of life or feare of death resolv'd in spite of cruelty or fate to live whilst shee had offred Nicocrates and Calbia to her oppress'd Countries rage therefore the second time she was brought to the rack when fearing she should be sacrific'd to Calbia not Calbia to Cyrenaea to calm Nicocrates shee thus bespake him Great Sir when you were pleas'd to lift my humble fortunes up to those glories that willingly engage a womans pride when by kind fate and kinder Nicocrates I was snatch'd from base private arms to the embraces of a Prince were these cheeks dy'd into ingratitude and crueltie to make them lovely can your brest harbour such a thought that this brest which you were pleas'd to think worthy to harbour yours can swell with those two monsters abandon'd by the most infamous of our sexe But since such is my hard fortune I am reduc'd to that misery as to defend mine innocence hear me Nicocrates not that I beg life for I scorne to stoop now I am suspected so low as to take it honourably This potion which the comments of envie interpreted a poyson is a confection not of Cantharides for thy lust but of all those ingredients that may strengthen vertuous love This ture innocence had no designe upon thy life which oh thou all-seeing Skie witnesse I value as much above mine owne as mine honour above mine enemy but fearing lest like a needle betweene two loadstarres the stronger might attract thee and my unworthinesse how happy am I in it since it pleads mine innocence might betray me to a worthyer Love I devis'd this potion to make thy love lasting as mine which else would soon consume fed with such withred fewell as this poore declining face this face that can boast nothing but her sorrow which since deriv'd from you is most welcome to these eyes and is receiv'd as your Embassadour into this heartlesse heart Oh let these tears for ever drown these eyes oh let this sorrow sacrifice this innocent heart in all her glory to the great Nicocrates oh let Aretaphila the Aretaphila that is since she There though no tongue could praise her but her owne the Tyrant impatient such oratory have teares in a faire face to heare more tearing his haire his rage too hastie to be silent hee express'd as much spleen to Calbia as shee to Aretaphila What furies said hee fled from their black region have possest thy blacker soule fir to lend rage to all the horrid haggs of Tartarie to act a deed which oh you Heavens can you behold without raine and thunder your combin'd sorrow rage can you rend the clouds which are but the suck'd up vapours of the earth and not her that takes in all the poysonous sin of hell to fortifie her wickednesse Accurs'd fury curs'd from the cradle to the tombe curs'd above all that ever Heaven and Earth yet curs'd May all the sins of me my Name and House returne into thy venom'd soule till they have