Selected quad for the lemma: love_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	affection_n	heart_n	know_v	3,560	5	3.6423	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05598	The pilgrimes farewell, to his natiue countrey of Scotland vvherein is contained, in way of dialogue, the ioyes and miseries of peregrination. With his Lamentado in his second trauels, his Passionado on the Rhyne, diuerse other insertings, and farewels, to noble personages, and, the heremites welcome to his third pilgrimage, &c. Worthie to be seene and read of all gallant spirits, and pompe-expecting eyes. By William Lithgow, the bonauenture of Europe, Asia, and Africa, &c.	Lithgow, William, 1582-1645?	1618 (1618)	STC 15715; ESTC S109476	29,168	66

Martyr so Romane VVrits declare That Veizen Bishop of the Chissome Blood Hath Noble Partes and worthie of his Breath Hee is benigne and kinde and still doth good To Passengers vnasking of their Faith And Curate Wallace is a louing Priest But Father Rob at Antwerpe playes the Beast Thou canst not tell how Signior Ferrier grees VVith Dauid Chambers where in Rome they dwell Ferrier is false and takes the Pilgrimes Fees And Chambers makes a show the Pope to tell They say in Rome as manie Scots they bee The one high hanged would the other see Alace if I might safelie Home returne My Conscience knowes the time that I haue spent And if they would accept mee I should mourne In publicke show and priuate to repent Alace alace wee 're Hypocrites each one VVee make a Show Religion wee haue none So to bee briefe deare Friende my Counsell take Treade not in Italie Portugall or Spaine These Hellish Priestes of whom I mention make VVill striue to catch thee to thy deare-bought paine Goe all-where else but not within those Boundes These Gospellers are blooddie hunting Houndes So farewel sonne GOD guide thee where thou wanders And saue thy Soule from harme thy Life from slanders To the Noble Illustrious and Honourable LORDES LODOWICKE DVKE OF LENNOXE c. IAMES MARQVES OF HAMMILTON c. GEORGE MARQVES OF HVNTLEY c. TO you great three three greatest next our Crowne This smallest mite though weake in meane I bring Three Noble Peeres true Objects of Renowne Strong Columnes still to whom the Muses sing Two in the West diuided by a Flood The other Patrone in the North for good First thou braue Duke on Clydes North-coasted Bankes The Lennoxe Landes thy chiefest Stile their Glore Dost there illustrate all inferiour Rankes Foorth from thy loue their standinges settle more Thrise happie Duke in whome the Heauens enshrine True humane Vertues Faculties diuine And now bright Pole of our Antarticke Clyde Mirrour of Vertue Glorie of these Boundes In thee the Worths of thine Ancestors byde VVhose Greatnesse Honour to this Land redoundes So as thou liu'st great Marques great in Might This Albions Orbe admire adore thy sight And thou Chiefe Marques in the Noble North Their Articke-Splending Light their Hemi-spheare VVhat shines in thee But wonders of great worth For from thy selfe true Chrystall Giftes appeare The glorious GORDONS Guerdon of thy Name Thou art their Trophee they maintaine thy Fame Thus in you three three matchlesse Subjectes great I humblie heere intombe my Muse my Paines Next to our triple Lampes your triple State Is plac'd in which true honourd VVorth remaines So from your Greatnesse let some fauour shine To shaddow my Farewels my rude Engine Your Lo. most Obsequious c. William Lithgow AN ELEGIE Containing the Pilgrimes most humble Farewell to his Natiue and neuer conquered Kingdome of SCOTLAND Tu vero O mea Tellus Genitorum Patria Vale Nam viro licet plurimum malis obruatur Nullum est suavius solum quam quod nutriuit eum To thee O dearest Soyle these mourning Lines I bring And with a broken bleeding Breast my sad Farewell I sing Nowe melting Eyes dissolue O windie Sighes disclose The airie Vapoures of my griefe sprung from my watrie woes And let my Dying-day no sorrow vncontrole Since on the Planets of my Plaintes I moue about the Pole Shall I O restlesse I still thwarting runne this round Whiles resting Mortalles restlesse Mount I mouldarize the ground And in my wandring long in pleasure paine and griefe Begges mercie of the mercielesse of sorrow sorrowes chiefe Sith after two Returnes my merites are forgot The third shall ende or else repaire my long estranging Lot Then kindlie come distresse a Figge for Forraine care I gladlie in Extreames must walke whiles on this masse I fare The Moorish frowning face the Turkish awfull brow The Sarasene and Arabe blowes poore I must to them bow These Articles of Woe my Monster-breeding paine As Pendicles on my poore state vnwisht for shall remaine Thus fraught with bitter Cares I close my Malecontentes Within this Kalendar of Griefe to memorize my Plaintes And to that VVesterne Soyle where Gallus once did dwell To Gallowedian Barrons I impart this my Farewell A Forraine Debt I owe braue Garlees to thy worth And to my Genrous Kenmure Knight more than I can sing forth To Bombee I assigne lowe Homage for his loue And to Barnebarough kinde wise a breast whiles breath may moue Vnto the worthy Boyde in Scotland first in France I owe effectes of true good-will a low-laide countenance And thou graue Lowdon Lord I honour with the best And on the Noble Eglinton my strong affections rest Kilmaers I admire for quicke and readie wit And graue Glencarne his Father deare on honours top doth sit And to thee gallant Rosse well seene in Forraine partes I sacrifice a Pilgrimes loue amongst these Noble heartes From Carlile vnto Clyde that Southwest shore I know And by the way Lord Harreis I remembrance duelie owe. In that small progresse I surueying all the VVest Euen to your Houses one by one my Lodging I adrest Your kindnesse I imbrac'd as not ingrate The same I memorize to future times in eternized fame Amongst these long Goodnightes farewell yee Poets deare Graue Menstrie true Castalian fire quicke Drummond in his spheare Braue Murray ah is dead Aiton supplies his place And Alens high Pernassian veine rare Poems doth embrace There 's manie moe well knowne whome I cannot explaine And Gordon Semple Maxwell too haue the Pernassian veine And yee Colledgians all the fruites of Learning graue To you I consecrate my Loue enstalde amongst the leaue First to you Rectors I and Regentes homage make Then from your spiring Breasts braue Youths my leaue I humbly take And Scotland I attest my Witnesse reignes aboue In all my Worlde-wide wandring wayes I kept to thee my Loue To manie Forraine Breastes in these exyling Dayes In sympathizing Harmonies I sung thine endlesse Prayse And where thou wast not knowne I registred thy Name Within their Annalles of Renowne to eternize thy Fame And this twise haue I done in my twise long Assayes And now the third time thrise I wil thy Name vnconquerd raise Yea I will stampe thy Badge and seale it with my Blood And if I die in thy Defence I thinke mine Ende is good So dearest Soyle O deare I sacrifice now see Euen on the Altar of mine Heart a spotlesse Loue to thee And Scotland now farewell farewell for manie Yeares This Eccho of Farewell bringes out from mee a world of teares Magnum virtutis principium est ut dixit paulatim exercitatus animus visibilia transitoria primum commutare ut postmodum possit derelinquere Delicatus ille est adhuc cui patria dulcis est fortis autem jam cui omne solum patria est perfectus vero cui mundus exilium est FINIS

thy Race the same may doe As thou I hope shalt once excell thy Father That time to time thy long successours too May each exceede the former yea or rather The one ingraft the other stampe it more That who succeedes may adde anothers glore So shall thy selfe liue famous and thy race Shall long enjoye the earth then Heauenlie grace Your Lo. most seruile seruitour on his low bended Knees WILLIAM LITHGOW A CONFLICT Betweene the Pilgrime and his Muse Dedicate to my Lorde Grahame EARLE MONTROSE c. Muse. IF this small sparke of thy great flame had sight O happie I but more if thou suruay mee Thy dying Muse bewailing comes to light And thus begins halfe forc'd for to obey thee O restles man thy wandring I lament Ah ah I mourn thou canst not liue cōtent Pilgrime To liue below my minde I cannot bow To loue a priuate life O there I smart To mount beyonde my meanes I know not how To stay at home still cross'd I breake mine heart And Muse take heede I finde such loue in Strangers Makes mee affect all Heathnicke tortring dangers Muse. But O deare Soule that life is full of cares Great heat great colde great want great feare great paine A passionate toyle with anxious despaires Where plagues and pestes and murders grow amaine Thy Pilgrimage a tragicke stadge of sorrow May spende at night and nothing on the morrow Pilgrime No Pilgrimage the VVell-spring is of Wit The clearest Fountaine whence graue VVisdome springs The Seate of Knowledge where Science still doth sit A breathing Iudgement deckt with prudent things This thou call'st Sorrow great Ioye is and Pleasure If I bee rich in Minde no VVealth I measure Muse. But O recorde how manie times I know VVith bitter Teares thou long'dst to see this Soyle And come thou weariest and wouldst make a show There is no pleasure but in Forraine Toyle And so forgetst the Sowre and loath'st the Sweete To wracke thy Bodie and to bruise thy Feete Pilgrime All Rares are deare Contentment followes Paine No Heathnicke partes can bee surueighed but feare And dangers too But heere 's a glorious gaine I see those thinges which others haue by eare They reade they heare they dreame reportes affect But by experience I trie the effect Muse. In Cabines they on Mappes and Globes finde out The wayes the lengths the breadth the heights the Pole And they can wander all the VVorlde about And lie in Bedde and all thy sightes controle Though by experience thou hast nat'rall sight They haue by learning supernat'rall light Pilgrime Thou knowst Muse I had rather see one Land Be true eye-sight than all the VVorlde by Cairt Two Birdes in flight and one fast in mine hand VVhich of them both belonges most to my pairt One eye-witnesse is more than ten which heare I dare affirime the Trueth when they forbeare Muse. Heere thou preuail'st with Mis'ries I must daunt Thy Braines Recall the house-bred Scorpion sting The hissing Serpent in thy way that haunts And crawling Snakes which dammage often bring The byting Viper and the Quadraxe spred That serue for Courtaines to thy Campane Bedde Pilgrime I know the VVorld-wide Fieldes my Lodging is And ven'mous thinges attende my fearefull sleepe But in this Case my Comfort is oft this The watchfull Lizard my bare Face doeth keepe By day I feede her shee saues mee by night And so to trauaile I haue more than right Muse. The cracking Thunder of the stormie Nightes The fierie burning of the parching Day The Sauage dealing of those Barbrous VVightes The Turkish Tributes and Arabian Pay May bee strong meanes to stoppe thy swift returne To make thee liue in rest and heere sojourne Pilgrime All these Extreames can neuer make mee shrinke Though Earth-quakes mooue mee more than all the rest And I rejoyce when sometimes I doe thinke On what is past what comes the LORD knowes best I can attempt no plotte and then attaine Vnlesse I suffer losse in reaping gaine Muse. The Seas and Floods where fatall perills lie The rau'nous Beastes that liue in VVildernesse The irkesome VVoods the sandie Desarts drie The drouth thou thol'st in thy deare-bought distresse I doe conjure these Feares to make thee stay Since I nor Reason can not mooue delay Pilgrime Though scorching Sunne and scarce of raine I bide These plagues thou sing'st and else what can befall My minde is firme my standart cannot slide The light of Nature I must trauell call The more I see the more I learne to know Since I reape gaine thereby what canst thou show Muse. The losse of Friendes their counsell and their sight The tender loue in their rancountringes oft In this thy brightest day turnes darkest night When thou must court harde heartes and leaue the soft What greater pleasure can maintaine thy mirth Than liue amongst thine owne of blood and birth Pilgrime The fremdest man the truest friend to me A stranger is the Sainct whome I adore For manie friendes from faithfull friendship flee Law-bound affection failes than framelinges more What alienes show it lastes and comes of loue But consanguin'tie dies so I remoue Muse. A rolling stone can neuer gather mosse Age will consume what painefull youth vpliftes Bee carefull bee and scrape some mundane drosse And in thy prime lay out thy wittie shiftes When thou grow'st old want'st both means health O what a kinsman then is worldlie Wealth Pilgrime The Sea-man and the Souldiour had they feare Of what ensues might flee their fatall sorrow Who cloathes the lillies that so faire appeare Prouides for mee to day and eke to morrow Liue where I will GODS prouidence is there So I triumph in minde a figge for care Muse. If deare to mee thou wouldst resolue to stay Our Noble Peares they would maintaine thy state If not I should finde out another way To moue the worlde to succour thine hard fate And I shall cloathe and lende and feede thee too Affect my veine and all this I will doe Pilgrime To feede mee Slaue thou knowst I am thy Lord And can command thee when I please my selfe VVouldst thou to rest my restlesse minde accorde And ballance deare-bought Fame with terrene Pelfe No as the Earth helde but one Alexander So onelie I auow All where to wander Muse. VVhat hast thou wonne when thou hast gotte thy will A momentanie shaddowe of strange sightes Though with content thou thy conceite doest fill Thou canst not lende the worlde these true delightes Though thy selfe loue to these attemptes contract thee VVhere ten thee praise there 's fiue that will detract thee Pilgrime It 's for mine owne mindes sake thou knowst I wander Not I nor none the worldes great voyce can make Thinkst thou mee bound to them a compt to render And would vaine fooles I trauell'd for their sake No I well know there is no gallant spirit Vnlesse a knaue but will yeelde mee my merit Muse. Thou trauel'st aye but where 's thy meanes to doe it Thou hast