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
A20689	The first booke of songes or ayres of fowre partes with tableture for the lute so made that all the partes together, or either of them seuerally may be song to the lute, orpherian or viol de gambo. Composed by Iohn Dowland lutenist and Batcheler of musicke in both the vniversities. Also an inuention by the sayd author for two to playe vpon one lute.; Songs or ayres, 1st book	Dowland, John, 1563?-1626.	1597 (1597)	STC 7091; ESTC S106687	16,687	50

III. If my complaints could passions moue IIII. Can she excuse my wrongs with vertues cloake V. Now O now I needs must part VI. Deare if you change I le neuer chuse againe VII Burst forth my teares VIII Go Cristall teares IX Thinkst thou then by thy faining X. Come away come sweet loue XI Rest a while you cruell cares XII Sleepe wayward thoughts XIII All ye whom loue or fortune hath betraide XIIII Wilt thou vnkind thus reaue me of my hart XV. VVould my conceit that first enforst my woe XVI Come againe sweet loue doth now enuite XVII His goulden locks time hath to siluer turnd XVIII Awake sweet loue thou art returnd XIX Come heauy sleepe XX. Awaie with these selfe louing lads XXI A Galliard for two to plaie vpon one Lute at the end of the booke I. CANTVS VNquiet thoughts your ciuill slaughter stint wrap your wrongs with in à pensiue hart And you my tongue that maks my mouth a minte stamps my thoughts to coyne them words by arte Be still for if you euer doo the like I le cut the string ij that maks the hammer strike But what can staie my thoughts they may not start Or put my tongue in durance for to dye When as these eies the keyes of mouth and harte Open the locke where all my loue doth lye I le seale them vp within their lids for euer So thoughts words and looks shall dye together How shall I then gaze on my mistresse eies My thoughts must haue some vēt els hart wil break My tongue would rust as in my mouth it lies If eyes and thoughts were free and that not speake Speake then and tell the passions of desire Which turns mine eies to floods my thoghts to fire ALTVS VNquiet thoughts your ciuill slaughter stint and wrap your wrongs within a pensiue hart and you my toung that makes my mouth aminte ij and stamps my thoughts to coine them words by art be still ij for if you euer do the like I le cut the string ij that makes the hammer strike BASSVS VNquiet thoughts your ciuile slaughters stint and wrap your wrongs within a pensiue hart wrongs within a pensiue hart that makes my mouth amint to coine them words by arte euer do the like I le cut y e string ij the string that makes y e hāmer strike TENOR VNquiet thoughts your ciuile slaughter stint and wrap your wrongs within a pensiue hart and you my tonge my tonge that makes my mouth amint and stampes my thoughts my thoughts to coine ij them words by art be still for if you euer do the like I le cut the string ii that makes the hammer strike II. CANTVS WHo euer thinks or hopes of loue for loue or who belou'd in Cupids lawes doth glorie who ioyes in vowes or vowes not to remoue who by this light-god hath not ben made sorry Let him see me ecclipsed from my son with darke clowdes of an earth ij Quite ouer runne Who thinks that sorrowes felte desires hidden Or humble faith in constant honor arm'd Can keepe loue from the friut that is forbidden Who thinks that change is by entreatie charm'd Looking on me let him know loues delights Are treasures hid in caues but kept by Sprights ALTVS WHo euer thinkes or hopes of loue for loue or who beloud in Cupids lawes doth glory Who ioies in vowes or vowes not to remoue who by this light God hath not bin made sorry Let him see me ij Eclipsed from my son my son with darke clouds of an earth ij quite ouer run Quite ouer runne BASSVS WHo euer thinks or hopes of loue for loue or who beloud in Cupids laws doth glory who ioies in vowes or vows not to remoue who by this light-god hath not bin made sorry Let him see me eclipsed from my son with darke clouds of an earth ij quite ouer runne clouds of an earth quite ouer runne let him see TENOR WHo euer thinks or hopes of loue for loue or who be lou'd in Cupids lawes doth glory Who ioies in vowes or vowes not to remoue who by this light-god hath not bin made sorry Let him see me eclipsed from my son eclipsed frō my son with darke clouds of an earth ij quite ouer runne of an earth quite ouer run III. CANTVS MY thoughts are wingde with hops my hops with loue moūt loue vn to the moone in cleerest night and say as she doth in the heauens mooue in earth so wanes waxeth my de light And whisper this but softly in her cares hope oft doth hang the head and trust shed teares And you my thoughts that some mistrust do carry If for mistrust my mistrisse do you blame Say though you alter yet you do not varry As she doth change and yet remaine the same Distrust doth enter harts but not infect And loue is sweetest seasned with suspect If she for this with cloudes do maske her eies And make the heauens darke with her disdaine With windie sighes disperse them in the skies Or with thy teares dissolue them into raine Thoughts hopes loue returne to me no more Till Cynthia shine as she hath done before ALTVS MY thoughts are wingde with hopes my hopes with loue mount loue vnto the moone the moone in cleerest night and say as she doth in the heauens mooue in earth so wanes waxeth my delight whisper this but softly in her eares hope oft doth hang the head the head and trust shead teares BASSVS MY thoughts are wingd with hopes my hopes with loue mount loue vnto the moone in clerest night say as she doth in the hea uens mooue in earth so wanes and waxeth my delight and whisper this but softly in her eares her eares hope oft doth hang the hed and trust and trust shed teares TENOR MY thoughts are wingde with hopes my hopes with loue mount loue vnto the moone in cleerest night and say as she doth in the heauens mooue in earth so wanes so wanes waxeth my delight whisper this ij but softly in her eares softly in her eares hope oft doth hang the head and trust shead teares IIII. CANTVS IF my complaints could pas si on s mooue or make loue my passions weare e nough to prooue that my des see wherein I suffer wrong O loue I liue and dye in payrs had gouernd me to long thy wounds do fresh ly bleed in thee thy griefe in my deepe sighes still speakes yet thou doest mee my hart for thy vn kind nes breakes thou saist thou hope when I des paire and when I hope thou makst me hope in vaine canst my harmes re paire yet for re dresse thou letst me still com plaine Can loue be ritch and yet I want Is loue my iudge and yet am I condemn'd Thou plenty hast yet me dost scant Thou made a god and yet thy power contemn'd That I do liue it is thy power That I desire it is thy worth If loue doth make mens liues too sowre