Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	heart_n	speak_v	word_n	18,801	5	4.3019	3	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03901	Jenny's lamentation for the loss of her Jemmy. She wander'd up and down for love, till she was weary grown, then sate down in a shady grove, and thus she ma[d]e her moan. Tune of, Jenny Gin, or Busie fame.		1682 (1682)	Wing J677; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.10[17]	877	1

JENNY's Lamentation For the loss of her JEMMY She wander'd up and down for Love Till she was weary grown Then sate down in a shady Grove and thus she made her moan Tune of Jenny Gin or Busie Fame A Woe 's me poor harmless Maid my hopes are quite undone For J●mmy he is from me fled who onst I thought my own Alas he 's gone for evermore from her who lov'd him well Who will his memory adore whilest upon Earth I dwell Ah! cruel Swain that thou shou'd prove so perjur'd to thy Love To make her wander in this Grove like to the Turtle Dove Who losing of her Mate does pine and moane it self to death So I shall murmure to the wind as long as I have breath Could thou so faithless prove to one that gave to thee her heart Remember but the Oathes thou 'st sworn that we shou'd never part You kist my hand and squez'd it hard and swore and vow'd that I Should ever you of love debar immediately you dye But Jemmy when you hear I 'm gone and that for you I dy'd Your conquest then will soon be done when once your Charms are try'd I 'le pray to Cupid tho' he 's blind that he will shute his dart And make thee love one that 's unkind and so to break thy heart I wish the times I saw thee first had been my Burial day Then I had ne'r had cause to curst nor any one to say Ah! Jenny thou that onst was thought the glory of the Plain Was by a faithless Shepherd caught and by his falshood slain But farewell cruel perjur'd Swain for evermore adieu Vnto the gods I will complain how faithless and untrue How much like them that he was made in every part divine Yet has his Shepherdess betray'd and does his vows decline Be witness gods I had no faul● except I lov'd too well My heart ne'r thought of a revoult and that my eyes can tell Let all young maids by me be warn'd and keep intire their Love For fear when onst their hearts are charm'd they wander in this Grove She had no sooner said this word but down the Damzel fell And said good-by my dearest Lord in whom all beauties dwell Then fetching of a dreadful groan unto the winds she spoke Bear these my last words to my Love and then her heart-strings broke Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in west Smithfield