Selected quad for the lemma: king_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
king_n	house_n	knight_n	pawn_n	128,228	5	17.0444	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11254	The phoenix nest Built vp with the most rare and refined workes of noble men, woorthy knights, gallant gentlemen, masters of arts, and braue schollers. Full of varietie, excellent inuention, and singular delight. Neuer before this time published. Set foorth by R.S. of the Inner Temple Gentleman.	R. S., of the Inner Temple.; Raleigh, Walter, Sir, 1552?-1618. aut; Stapleton, Richard, fl. 1595, attributed name.	1593 (1593)	STC 21516; ESTC S101929	50,100	122

walking long anon I gan espie Sweete pretie soules that pluckt ech one a flowre When from their sight I hid me by and by Behinde a banke within a brier bowre Where after walke I saw them where they sat Beheld their hues and heard their pretie chat Sister quoth one how shall we spend this day Deuise quoth she some pretie merie iest Content quoth one beshrew them that say nay Some purposes or riddles I thinke best Riddles cried all and so the sport begun Forfet a fillop she that first hath done Loe thus a while was curtsey to propound Yet in the end this order did they take By two and two they should sit close and round And one begin another answere make Whose ridling sports in order as I can I will recite and thus the first began The first Riddle Within a gallant plot of ground There growes a flowre that hath no name The like whereof was neuer found And none but one can plucke the same Now where this ground or flowre doth growe Or who that one tis hard to knowe The Answere Sister quoth she if thou wouldst knowe This ground this flowre and happie man Walke in this garden to and fro Here you shall see them now and than Which when you finde to your delight Then thinke I hit your riddle right The second Riddle Within a field there growes a flowre That decks the ground where as it growes It springs and falls both in an howre And but at certaine times it showes It neuer dies and seldome seene And tis a Nosegay for a Queene The Answere This field is fauor Grace the ground Whence springs the flowre of curtesie Soone growne and gone though somtime found Not dead but hid from flattrers eie That pick thanks may not plucke the same Thus haue I red your riddle Dame The third Riddle Within a flowre a seede there growes Which somtime falls but seldome springs And if it spring it seldome blowes And if it blowe no sweete it brings And therefore counted but a weede Now gesse the flowre and what the seede The Answere In fancies flowre is sorrowes seede Which somtimes falls but springs but seeld And if it spring tis but a weede Which doth no sweete nor sauor yeeld And yet the flowre both faire and sweete And for a Princes garden meete The fourth Riddle Within a seede doth poison lurke Which onely Spiders feede vpon And yet the Bee can wisely woorke To sucke out honie poison gone Which honie poison Spider Bee Are hard to gesse yet eath to see The Answere In sorrowes seede is secret paine Which spite the Spider onely sucks Which poison gone then wittie braine The wilie Bee hir honie plucks And beares it to hir hiue vnhurt When spider trod dies in the durt Gramercie wench quoth she that first begoon Each one me seemes hath quit hir selfe right well And now since that our riddles all are doon Let vs go sing the flowre of sweetest smell Well may it fare wherewith each tooke a part And thus they soong all with a merie hart Blest be the ground that first brought forth the flowre Whose name vntolde but vertues not vnknowne Happie the hand whom God shall giue the powre To plucke this flowre and take it for his owne Oh heauenly stalke that staines all where it growes From whom more sweet than sweetest hony flowes Oh sweete of sweetes the sweetest sweete that is Oh flowre of flowres that yeelds so sweete a sent Oh sent so sweete as when the head shall misse Oh heauens what hart but that will sore lament God let thee spring and flourish so each howre As that our sweetes may neuer turne to sowre For we with sweetes doe feede our fancies so With sweetes of sight and sweetnes of conceit That we may wish that it may euer groe Amid delights where we desire to wait Vpon the flowre that pleaseth euerie eie And glads each hart God let it neuer die Wherewith me thought alowd I cride Amen And therewithall I started out of sleepe Now what became of these faire Ladies then I cannot tell in minde I onely keepe These ridling toies which heere I doe recite Ile tell ye more perhaps another night The Chesse Play Very aptly deuised by N. B. Gent. A Secret many yeeres vnseene In play at Chesse who knowes the game First of the King and then the Queene Knight Bishop Rooke and so by name Of euerie Pawne I will descrie The nature with the qualitie The King The King himselfe is haughtie Care Which ouerlooketh all his men And when he seeth how they fare He steps among them now and then Whom when his foe presumes to checke His seruants stand to giue the necke The Queene The Queene is queint and quicke Conceit Which makes hir walke which way she list And rootes them vp that lie in wait To worke hir treason ere she wist Hir force is such against hir foes That whom she meetes she ouerthrowes The Knight The Knight is knowledge how to fight Against his Princes enimies He neuer makes his walke outright But leaps and skips in wilie wise To take by sleight a traitrous foe Might slilie seeke their ouerthrowe The Bishop The Bishop he is wittie braine That chooseth Crossest pathes to pace And euermore he pries with paine To see who seekes him most disgrace Such straglers when he findes astraie He takes them vp and throwes awaie The Rookes. The Rookes are reason on both sides Which keepe the corner houses still And warily stand to watch their tides By secret art to worke their will To take sometime a theefe vnseene Might mischiefe meane to King or Queene The Pawnes The Pawne before the king is peace Which he desires to keepe at home Practise the Queenes which doth not cease Amid the world abroad to roame To finde and fall vpon each foe Whereas his mistres meanes to goe Before the knight is perill plast Which he by skipping ouergoes And yet that Pawne can worke a cast To ouerthrow his greatest foes The Bishops prudence prieng still Which way to worke his masters will The Rookes poore Pawnes are sillie swaines Which seeldome serue except by hap And yet those Pawnes can lay their traines To catch a great man in a trap So that I see sometime a groome May not be spared from his roome The nature of the Chesse men The King is stately looking hie The Queene doth beare like maiestie The Knight is hardie valiant wise The Bishop prudent and precise The Rookes no raungers out of raie The Pawnes the pages in the plaie LENVOY Then rule with care and quicke conceit And fight with knowledge as with force So beare a braine to dash deceit And worke with reason and remorse Forgiue a fault when yoong men plaie So giue a mate and go your way And when you plaie beware of Checke Know how to saue and giue a necke And with a Checke beware of Mate But cheefe ware had I wist too late Loose not the