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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	epitaph_n	good_a	great_a	23	3	2.1261	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16273	Englands Helicon Casta placent superis, pura cum veste venite, et manibus puris sumite fontis aquam.	Bodenham, John, fl. 1600, attrib. name.; N. L. (Nicholas Ling), fl. 1580-1607, attrib. name.; A. B., fl. 1600, attrib. name.	1600 (1600)	STC 3191; ESTC S112729	76,651	200

honour'd is and praised That Kings lesse happy seeme though higher raised The Sommer Sunne hath guilded faire with morning rayes the mountaines The birds doo caroll in the ayre and naked Nimphs in Fountaines The Siluanes in their shagged haire with Hamadriades trace The shadie Satires make a Quiere which rocks with Ecchoes grace All breathe delight all solace in the season Not now to sing were enemie to reason Cosma my Loue and more then so the life of mine affections Nor life alone but Lady too and Queene of their directions Cosma my Loue is faire you know and which you Sheepheards know not Is Sophi said thence called so but names her beauty showe not Yet hath the world no better name then she And then the world no fairer thing can be The Sunne vpon her fore-head stands or iewell Sunne-like glorious Her fore-head wrought with Ioues owne hands for heauenly white notorious Her golden lockes like Hermus sands or then bright Hermus brighter A spangled Cauill binds in with bands then siluer morning lighter And if the Planets are the chiefe in skies No other starres then Planets are her eyes Her cheeke her lip fresh cheeke more fresh then selfe-blowne buds of Roses Rare lip more red then those of flesh which thousand sweetes encloses Sweet breath which all things dooth refresh and words than breath farre sweeter Cheeke firme lip firme not fraile nor nesh as substance which is fleeter In praise doo not surmount although in placing Her christall necke round breast and armes embracing The thorough-shining ayre I weene is not so perfect cleare As is the skie of her faire skinne whereon no spots appeare The parts which ought not be seene for soueraigne woorth excell Her thighs with Azure braunched beene and all in her are well Long Iuorie hands legges straighter then the Pine Well shapen feete but vertue most diuine Nor cloathed like a Sheepheardesse but rather like a Queene Her mantle dooth the formes expresse of all which may be seene Roabe fitter for an Empresse then for a Sheepheards loue Roabe fit alone for such a Lasse as Emperours doth moue Roabe which heauens Queene the bride of her owne brother Would grace herselfe with or with such another Who euer and who else but Ioue embroidered the same Hee knew the world and what did moue in all the mightie frame So well belike his skill to proue the counterfeits he wrought Of vvood-Gods and of euery groaue and all which else was ought Is there a beast a bird a fish worth noate Then that he drew and picturde in her coate A vaile of Lawne like vapour thin vnto her anckle trailes Through which the shapes discerned bin as too and fro it sailes Shapes both of men who neuer lin to search her wonders out Of monsters and of Gods a kin which her empale about A little world her flowing garment seemes And who but as a wonder thereof deemes For heere and there appeare forth towers among the chalkie downes Citties among the Country bowers vvhich smiling Sun-shine crownes Her mettall buskins deckt with flowers as th' earth when frosts are gone Besprinckled are with Orient showers of hayle and pebble stone Her feature peerelesse peerelesse her attire I can but loue her loue with zeale entire O who can sing her beauties best or that remaines vnsung Doe thou Apollo tune the rest vnworthy is my tongue To gaze on her is to be blest so wondrous fayre her face is Her fairenes cannot be exprest in Goddesses nor Graces I loue my loue the goodly worke of Nature Admire her face but more admire her stature On thee ô Cosma will I gaze and reade thy beauties euer Delighting in the blessed maze which can be ended neuer For in the luster of thy rayes appeares thy parents brightnes Who himselfe infinite displaies in thee his proper greatnes My song must end but neuer my desire For Cosmas face is Theorellos fire E. B. FINIS Astrophels Loue is dead RIng out your belles let mourning shewes be spread For Loue is dead All loue is dead infected With plague of deepe disdaine Worth as nought worth reiected And faith faire scorne doth gaine From so vngratefull fancie From such a femall frenzie From them that vse men thus Good Lord deliuer vs. Weepe neighbours weepe doe you not heare it saide That Loue is dead His death-bed Peacocks follie His winding sheete is shame His will false seeming holie His sole exectour blame From so vngratefull fancie From such a female frenzie From them that vse men thus Good Lord deliuer vs. Let Dirge be sunge and Trentals richly read For Loue is dead And wrong his Tombe ordaineth My Mistresse marble hart Which Epitaph containeth Her eyes were once his Dart. From so vngratefull fancie From such a female frenzie From them that vse men thus Good Lord deliuer vs. Alas I lye rage hath this errour bred Loue is not dead Loue is not dead but sleepeth In her vnmatched minde Where shee his counsell keepeth Till due desert she find Therefore from so vile fancie To call such wit a frenzie Who loue can temper thus Good Lord deliuer vs. Sir Phil. Sidney FINIS ¶ A Palinode AS withereth the Primrose by the riuer As fadeth Sommers-sunne from gliding fountaines As vanisheth the light blowne bubble euer As melteth snow vpon the mossie Mountaines So melts so vanisheth so fades so withers The Rose the shine the bubble and the snow Of praise pompe glorie ioy which short life gathers Faire praise vaine pompe sweet glory brittle ioy The withered Primrose by the mourning riuer The faded Sommers-sunne from weeping fountaines The light-blowne bubble vanished for euer The molten snow vpon the naked mountaines Are Emblems that the treasures we vp-lay Soone wither vanish fade and melt away For as the snowe whose lawne did ouer-spread Th' ambitious hills which Giant-like did threat To pierce the heauen with theyr aspiring head Naked and bare doth leaue their craggie seate When as the bubble which did emptie flie The daliance of the vndiscerned winde On whose calme rowling waues it did relie Hath shipwrack made where it did daliance finde And when the Sun-shine which dissolu'd the snow Cullourd the bubble with a pleasant varie And made the rathe and timely Primrose grow Swarth clowdes with-drawne which longer time doe tarie Oh what is praise pompe glory ioy but so As shine by fountaines bubbles flowers or snow E. B. FINIS ¶ Astrophell the Sheep-heard his complaint to his flocke GOe my flocke goe get yee hence Seeke a better place of feeding Where yee may haue some defence From the stormes in my breast breeding And showers from mine eyes proceeding Leaue a wretch in whom all woe can abide to keepe no measure Merry Flocke such one forgoe vnto whom mirth is displeasure onely ritch in mischiefes treasure Yet alas before you goe heare your wofull Maisters Storie Which to stones I else would showe Sorrow onely then hath glorie when t is excellently sorrie Stella fiercest Sheepheardesse fiercest but yet

neither men nor Gods can force affection This Dittie was sung before her Maiestie at the right honourable the Lord Chandos at Sudley Castell at her last being there in prograce The Author thereof vnknowne ¶ The Sheepheard Delicius his Dittie NEuer a greater foe did Loue disdaine Or trode on grasse so gay Nor Nimph greene leaues with whiter hand hath rent More golden haire the wind did neuer blow Nor fairer Dame hath bound in white attire Or hath in Lawne more gracious features tied Then my sweete Enemie Beautie and chastitie one place refraine In her beare equall sway Filling the world with wonder and content But they doo giue me paine and double woe Since loue and beautie kindled my desire And cruell chastitie from me denied All sence of iollitie There is no Rose nor Lillie after raine Nor flower in moneth of May Nor pleasant meade nor greene in Sommer sent That seeing them my minde delighteth so As faire flower which all the heauens admire Spending my thoughts on her in whom abide All grace and gifts on hie Me thinks my heauenly Nimph I see againe Her neck and breast display Seeing the whitest Ermine to frequent Some plaine or flowers that make the fairest show O Gods I neuer yet beheld her nier Or farre in shade or Sunne that satisfied I was in passing by The Meade the Mount the Riuer Wood and Plaine With all their braue array Yeeld not such sweete as that faire face that 's bent Sorrowes and ioy in each soule to bestow In equall parts procur'd by amorous fire Beauty and Loue in her their force haue tried to blind each humane eye Each wicked mind and will which wicked vice dooth staine her vertues breake and stay All ayres infect by ayre are purg'd and spent Though of a great foundation they did grow O body that so braue a soule doo'st hire And blessed soule whose vertues euer pried aboue the starrie skie Onely for her my life in ioyes I traine my soule sings many a Lay Musing on her new Seas I doo inuent Of soueraigne ioy wherein with pride I rowe The deserts for her sake I doo require For without her the Springs of ioy are dried and that I doo defie Sweete Fate that to a noble deede doo'st straine and lift my hart to day Sealing her there with glorious ornament Sweete scale sweete greefe and sweetest ouerthrowe Sweete miracle whose fame cannot expire Sweete wound and golden shaft that so espied such heauenly companie Of beauties graces in sweete vertues died As like were neuer in such yeares descried Bar. Yong. FINIS ¶ Amintas for his Phillis AVrora now began to rise againe From watry couch and from old Tithons side In hope to kiss vpon Acteian plaine Young Cephalus and through the golden glide On Easterne coast he cast so great a light That Phaebus thought it time to make retire From Thetis bower wherein he spent the night To light the world againe with heauenly fire No sooner gan his winged Steedes to chase The Stigian night mantled with duskie vale But poore Amintas hasteth him a pace In deserts thus to weepe a wofull tale You silent shades and all that dwell therein As birds or beasts or wormes that creepe on ground Dispose your selues to teares while I begin To rue the greefe of mine eternall wound And dolefull ghosts whose nature flies the light Come seate your selues with me on eu'ry side And while I die for want of my delight Lament the woes through fancie me betide Phillis is dead the marke of my desire My cause of loue and shipwrack of my ioyes Phillis is gone that set my hart on fire That clad my thoughts with ruinous annoyes Phillis is fled and bides I wote not where Phillis alas the praise of woman-kinde Phillis the Sunne of this our Hemisphere Whose beames made me and many others blinde But blinded me poore Swaine aboue the rest That like olde Oedipus I liue in thrall Still feele the woorst and neuer hope the best My mirth in moane and honey drown'd in gall Her faire but cruell eyes bewitcht my sight Her sweete but fading speech enthrall'd my thought And in her deedes I reaped such delight As brought both will and libertie to nought Therefore all hope of happines adiew Adiew desire the source of all my care Despare tells me my weale will nere renue Till thus my soule dooth passe in Charons Crare Meane time my minde must suffer Fortunes scorne My thoughts still wound like wounds that still are greene My weakened limbs be layd on beds of thorne My life decayes although my death 's fore-seene Mine eyes now eyes no more but Seas of teares Weepe on your fill to coole my burning brest Where loue did place desire twixt hope and feares I say desire the Authour of vnrest And would to God Phillis where ere thou be Thy soule did see the sower of mine estate My ioyes ecclips'd for onely want of thee My being with my selfe at foule debate My humble vowes my sufferance of woe My sobs and sighs and euer-watching eyes My plaintiue teares my wandring to and fro My will to die my neuer-ceasing cries No doubt but then these sorrowes would perswade The doome of death to cut my vitall twist That I with thee amidst th' infernall shade And thou with me might sport vs as we list Oh if thou waite on faire Proserpines traine And hearest Orpheus neere th' Elizian springs Entreate thy Queene to free thee thence againe And let the Thracian guide thee with his strings Tho. Watson FINIS ¶ Faustus and Firmius sing to their Nimph by turnes Firmius OF mine owne selfe I doo complaine And not for louing thee so much But that in deede thy power is such That my true loue it dooth restraine And onely this dooth giue me paine For faine I would Loue her more if that I could Faustus Thou doo'st obserue who dooth not see To be belou'd a great deale more But yet thou shalt not finde such store Of loue in others as in me For all I haue I giue to thee Yet faine I would Loue thee more if that I could Firmius O trie no other Sheepheard Swaine And care not other loues to proue Who though they giue thee all their loue Thou canst not such as mine obtaine And would'st thou haue in loue more gaine O yet I would Loue thee more if that I could Faustus Impossible it is my friend That any one should me excell In loue whose loue I will refell If that with me he will contend My loue no equall hath nor end And yet I would Loue her more if that I could Firmius Behold how Loue my soule hath charm'd Since first thy beauties I did see Which is but little yet to me My freest sences I haue harm'd To loue thee leauing them vnarm'd And yet I would Loue thee more if that I could Faustus I euer gaue and giue thee still Such store of loue as Loue hath lent me And therefore well thou maist content