Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	hear_v	see_v	word_n	15,281	5	4.1613	3	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04285	The languishing lover cured, and the coy lady by cupid converted. In a passionate discourse of love, between Florio, Cupid, and Philida. To the tune of, Hang sorrow cast away care.		1663-1674? (1674)	Wing L417B; Interim Tract Supplement Guide BR f 821.04 B49[31]	1,516	1

The Languishing LOVER Cured And the Coy LADY by Cupid Converted In a Passionate Discourse of Love between Florio Cupid and Philida To the Tune of Hang sorrow cast away Care VVHat a sorry Life I live since that Love hath found me And what Treasures would I give that Cupid had not bound me For his Dart hath pierc'd my Heart I cannot endure it And inflicted so much smart That no Herb can cure it Surely Cupid is not blind but hath Eyes to sée with And his Dart hath prov'd unkind that he wounded me with For it did all Comfort Kill when it pierc'd into me And my Soul with sorry fil'd Oh! it will undo me Heavens bless my dying Heart heavenly Powers defend me Love néed not use so much Art and Cruelty to bend me For my silly Soul did yield when 't was first assailed And to Cupid gave the Field Oh! then my spirits failed Cupid What is thy intent what is thy desire Let thy Bow be now unbent for I am all on fire O! swéet gentle God of Love let thy Arrows miss me Let her whom in vain I love Kill me if not kiss me What a pining Life have I what a sad Condition Ease me Love and let me fly this lingring Contrition Kiss me or else cure my Wound O! some pitty show me Can there no Relief be found But Love must overflow me If my worthless Body must be thy Arrows di●t Then convert me into Dust and let me have some quiet Let thy Arrows take their fill since she cannot abide me With my Blood come Cupid swill Thou enough hast try'd me FOre'd I am to yield I sée and adore thy Power For thy Art hath conquer'd me and hath brought me lower I that did before neglect and dispise to love thée Give thée now all due respect And for pitty move thee O! swéet Love be not so fierce but with pitty moved Let thy Golden Arrow pierce the Heart of my beloved Let us share in equal parts and prostrate lie before the Then our joyful flaming hearts For ever shall Implore thee he lies down The Authour Cupid hearing this Complaint fearing 't would undo him Sends his best beloved Saint fitly fixt unto him Cupid doth himself descend from his shrine of Glory To compleat the happy end Of this Lovers story Cupid Loaging Lover live and leave this thy sad Lamenting Though the Arrows in my sheave cause this Discontenting By my Quiver and my Bow I swear she shall not miss thée I 'le present Her to thée now Court her and she 'll kiss thee Philida Where 's this loyal Lover that so with pitty moves me Jove forbid that I should hate Or kill the Thing that loves me I am none of those coy Girles that to Death will doom thée Knights Lords Dukes Earls shall not take me from thee Florio What swéet words have I heard said lovely smooth and even Cupid sure hath struck me dead and I am now in Heaven This is Philida I sée with all joys about Her Heaven cannot Heaven be If it is without her Philida Sure 't is Florio appears as God Cupid chain'd him He hath Lov'd me seven Years and I as long disdain'd him But the God hath struck my heart and put Love into me If Florio should play my part ' I would utterly undo me Florio Philida Oh! Philida let me come and Court thée By Loves pure and precious Law I vow I will not hurt thé Saints with Angles that are good do as much as this is I swear no motion of my blood shall mingle with our Kisses Philida I 'le not tie thée up to that prethée Kiss and spare not And what more thou would'st be at in this sit I fear not Love cannot be fed with Air Kisses are but Bubbles But let 's be a Wedded pair To avoid all troubles Florio That 's a real royal way to prevent miscarriage There 's no Wormwood in the ●oy that is mixt in Marriage Quick let 's to the Altar go there to be made Fellows Men and Maide are Fire Tow When Cupid blows the Bellows FINIS London Printed for F. Coles T. Vere and J. Wright