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
A56858	Regale lectum miseriæ, or, A kingly bed of misery in which is contained a dreame with an elegie upon the martyrdome of Charls, late King of England, of blessed memory, and another upon the right Honorable the Lord Capel : with A curse against the enemies of peace, and The authors farewell to England / by John Quarles.	Quarles, John, 1624-1665.	1649 (1649)	Wing Q135; ESTC R5228	28,866	72

the People makes a King well then If we let him be King we 're fools not Men For now we have him in his own made snare We 'l keep him fast oh that we had his Heire Come let 's proceed and if our plots hit right You shall be Lords at least and I a Knight And let Malignants prate their Purses shall Pay tribute for their tongues at Gold-smiths-hall And if they grumble at what we shall do We 'l make them pay their lives and money too The day is ours let 's not abuse that powre Which Heav'n hath lent us for sweet things prove sowre If not made use of have we not been poore And others rich Come let 's increase our store Had we but our deserts might we not crave The priviledge of all that others have All 's ours and yet our miseries are such That we are rich in little poor in much Alas our tender hearts are fill'd with pity To see so many blind in one poor City If they would please in a true zealous fashion To moderate their long-continued passion 'T would much rejoice the Saints we will pray That they may live untill a wiser day The' are very pious People and we could Both live and die together if they would But furnish our desires with every thing We want and dote not too much on a King He 's but a man at most and yet they must Adore his Person though he be unjust I could not chuse but laugh the other day I ' spy'd a Cavalier that closely lay Perdue to kisse his hand and by and by He starts away and when he was as nigh That which they call a King as his own length His legs not having that sufficient strength His hast requir'd receiv'd a sudden fall And overturn'd himselfe his King and all The sight much pleas'd me being very near I never help'd the King nor Cavalier I soon retreated from that happy place And left them both in a distracted case But as I went I was so blest to meet An upright Sister whose dividing feet Srept with such innocency that my heart Did almost leap upon her to impart My new-bred joy her very looks betray'd Her heart indeed she was a lovely Maid I bow'd my self and zealously imbrac'd The small circumf'rence of her bending wast I kiss'd her mouth and having done that duty My lips divided and I prais'd her beauty Extremes of joy did almost make me faint I thought oh here 's a Sister for a Saint I was amaz'd my very soul did move Between the great extremes of fear and love She smil'd upon me and that very smile Prov'd a Restorative and for a while I mus'd at last my lips began to break As that smile had licenced them to speak Oh! then my mouth being ram'd with words let flie Both wit and language and did soar as nigh As our Remonstrance oh how I did heat Her ears with my discourse it was so neat As if my ready mouth had been the Schoole Of language yet she pleas'd to call me Foole But 't was in jest I 'm sure or were it not 'T is nothing since my good hath forgot My Sisters weaknesse and indeed we men Must bear with Sisters failings now and then They often trip in zeal and sometimes take A fall and love it for the Givers sake Our greatest faults they 'l pardon for a buss Come we must bear with them they bear with us But after she had call'd me fool she checkt Her self I wisely own'd it with neglect I spread my cloak upon the ground and there We cool'd our passions in the open aire Sister said I you have been pleas'd to spend The name of Fool upon your faithfull friend It was my worth you rashly did eclips And I 'le have satisfaction from those lips That gave th' affront let me no longer stay My fury will admit of no delay Deare Brother she reply'd if it be so You must have satisfaction tak 't below You soare too high at first I must detest Your lofty play the middle way is best But if you are resolv'd you shall not say I 'm obstinate for if you will you may I soon return'd her thanks and with my hand I pull'd her close and made her understand What I had seen but oh how she was pleas'd Ah verily said she the news has eas'd My longing heart But when the King fell down Thou wert unwise thou hadst not snatch'd His Crown 'T is rarely spoken Sister had I had The Crown I should have made a gallant Lad Should I but sway the Scepter of this Land I 'd make my Subjects die at my command I 'd lop the great ones off and make the low Subordinate to me I 'd make them know The reines were mine but at the first I 'de steal Into their hearts and fool them with my zeal I would declare unto the world and take An Oath I acted for Religions sake I 'd fill them full of novelties and then Sister thou knowest the common sort of men Like flies will buz about my new-made light I 'd call them Babes of grace and make them fight With Cerberus himself in my defence My Soule now tells me 't is a rare pretence I 'd hire some babbling Preachers to infuse Division and to flatter them with newes I 'd plump their soules with promises that they Should never faile to swear what should I say I 'd make my Preachers urge them all to joyne And fight for God then wil their Plate be mine This is an art that lies above the reach Of every braine I 'd suffer all to preach And sow sedition every one should be At least a Saint and preach upon a Tree And if my great occasions should require Large sums of money then would I inspire A Publike Faith and if it would not rise That way I 'd make the bellowes of Excize To puffe it up this is a cleanly way To sweep up money Souldiers must have pay Sister thou know'st 't is no disgracing stealth To make Religion rob the Common-wealth What though Malignants raile at our designs We can extract our livings from their fines I 've spoke enough now Sister I 'le divorce My nimble tongue from this profound discourse Now give me leave to dedicate my heart To thee my Patronesse before I part Brother alas I am a harmlesse maid And we you know are easily betrai'd By mens delusion if your love be true The zeal of my affections light on you You know we ought to love and none can be More honest in their harmlesse loves then we For we may love each other in the spirit And pray and preach together and inherit Our owne desires whilst others send their cries To their beloveds and yet lose the prize Sister thou hast exactly satisfi'd My large desires my happinesse bety'd The thriving Spirit truly 't is a paine To part but that I hope to meet againe London that nest of worth that yeelding

place I am resolv'd to view within the space Of forty houres where I intend to spare Some time and see some Brethren I have there It is a goodly place as fame relates For there the Sisters live and all the States Truly th' are very godly and pretend Just like our selves to be a faithfull friend To King and Monarchy when as Alas And then I wak'd and let the other passe Unutter'd but indeed I do confesse I wish that I had heard a geat deal lesse And yet to speake the truth I was perplext Because I could not hear what follow'd next This was a midnights dream I was in pain Till night had lull'd me in her armes again And for the space of half a tedious houre I was disturb'd till sleep had gain'd some power Over my slumb'ring senses but at last Call'd to the bar of sleep I there was cast I had not long in peacefull pleasure slumber'd Before an interposing Dream incumber'd My quiet fancy suddenly my eare Was fill'd with such a noise as none could heare Without much fear as if th' incurved back Of burth'ned Atlas had begun to crack Me thoughts I saw the Heav'ns how they begun As if th 'ad scorn'd the glory of the Sun To frown upon the earth which seem'd to flame Like sulpherous Etna from whose bowells came Whole Regiments of Spirits which disturb'd The aire whose fury hated to be curb'd Me thoughts they were ambitious to expell Some Potentate and make his seat their Hell Me thoughts at last I slumb'ring seem'd to hear A single voice that whisper'd in my ear Yet thund'red in my heart which made me grone At every word exprest in such a tone Which would with great facility have turn'd A Tyrants heart or else consum'd and burn'd His breast to ashes and if language could Move pity in a flinty-soule this would He bolted forth his griefs like claps of thunder As if each word should cleave a heart in sunder His voice being guarded with a pleasing force I sacrific'd my ears to his discourse Me thoughts my soul my very ears were blest In giving audience whilest he thus exprest Oh Heaven oh Earth how can they chuse but frown To see them make a foot-ball of a Crown How long shall I be made an aim'd at mark Of pointed envy shall they make me dark That I made light and shall that light devoure The former principle Unhappy houre When my abused willingnesse was made A Stalk-horse unto those who have betray'd An Island unto tyranny whose Lawes Oppresse true Subjects and make me the Cause Malicious age and will their fury have No end untill it send me to my grve A grave most peacefull place for I 'm sure There 's no Rebellion there I 'le rest secure Where neither grief nor care shall dare torment My sublime soule there there lies true content There there 's the death of sorrow and the life Of peace and there a period to all strife There 's none can mock my woes there none can trie A King nor make a Garrison but I And what I spake my soul protests is true I am no slave to death but unto you My soul 's my Gods and Tyrants do your worst Jobs soule was free when 's body was accurst But you blood-thirsty Zelots learne to know You never can rise high if I fall low I feare no threats let torments all conjoine Themselves at last ye'l find them yours not mine What though I suffer here my sufferings shall Advance my soul May they not make you fall Let out my life go make a streaming floud And bath your selves in my diffused blood Let loose your Furies give your passions breath And let them bait my body unto death I am resolv'd my heart shall flie above The reach of fear and view the God of love Consider well what glory can accrew From my destruction to such soules as you Be not too rash but know a cause that 's dy'd In guiltlesse blood cannot be justifi'd A prosperous vice shall never claim a right To perpetuity 't will but in-right A totall ruin 't is a greater Fame To die with virtue then to live with shame Yee seek for truth and yet you go the way To make the field of truth a Golgatha There is a great antipathy between Faction and Peace and yet my eyes have seen How you whose restlesse spirits still increase With Faction seem to study for a Peace Do not mistake for they that will compose A difference must never do 't by blowes The want of apprehensions may discrie You nourish Spiders and destroy the Flie. Who glorious in a crime will in conclusion Receive a curse and with that curse confusion I long to be resolv'd pray tell me why Ye think ye cannot live except I die Your thoughts are vaine 't will be a tainted breath That had it's derivation from my death Am I Basiliske and can my eyes Devoure you for you know my body lies Subject to be destroy'd not to destroy By taking up of Armes your Kingly joy But you suppose if I should long survive I would become laborious and contrive Some new designes with my numerous forces Divert the streame of your unlawfull courses Make reason your Companions walke a while Consult together stride not o're the stile When as the gap lies open they 're unwise That will when they foresee a harme despise Preventing meanes for if you take this life From my enjoyment ye'le beget a strife That will not end and when that strife is bred Then will my wrongs survive though I am dead And you that caus'd my guiltlesse heart to bleed Will find another to revenge the deed Aske Heaven's forgivenesse for ye cannot crave Leave to abscond your crimes within my Grave Be well assur'd that ev'ry drop which parts Out of my veins shall cleave unto your hearts Like tangling bird-lime which will hold you fast And vengeance too shall find you out at last Heav'ns all-surveying eye must needs observe Your late unpolish'd actions which deserve As many torments as th' inraged hand Of veng'ance can impose or Heav'n command Did I not labour with a serious brest During the Treaty to restore some rest To this distemper'd Kingdome but the gales Of Malice were oppugnant to my sailes My heart was loaded with the large encrease Of hopeful thoughts my soul was fill'd with peace But at the last my hopes prov'd uselesse drosse And then I lost a Crown and found a Crosse Heav'n hear my wish oh grant I may commence A Doctor in the art of Patience It matters not how poor my Person be If at the last I may be crown'd with thee Thou knowst the secret corners of my heart Which is at they disposing for thou art The King of Kings and unto thee I 'le pay The tribute of my soul both night and day I am thy Subject give me grace to stand Firmly obedient to thy just command When for my sins I shall receive thy