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	mind_n	2,955	5	5.1791	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B02708	Damon and Celia, or, The languishing lover comforted. Of all new songs, the poet hopes that this will please you well, because he knows it is a very good one, you may find hereby, there's nothing lost by loving constantly. Which ought to be all honest lovers guide but as for such who no delays abide; let them love one, for half and hour no more, and when they've done go call their Mrs. whore. To a pleasant new play-house tune, called No, no tis in vain, &c.		1678-1681? (1681)	Wing D159; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[99]; ESTC R12479	1,562	1

Damon and Celia Or the languishing Lover comforted Of all new Songs the Poet hopes that this Will please you well because he knows it is A very good one you may find hereby There 's nothing lost by loving constantly Which ought to be all honest Lovers Guide But as for such who no delays abide Let them love one for half and hour no more And when they 've done go call their Mrs. whore To a pleasant New play-house Tune Called No no t is in vain c. NO no 't is in vain Though I sigh and complain Yet the secret I 'le never reveal The VVracks shall not tear it From my breast but I 'le bear it to the Grave where it ever shall dwell Oh! would that the Gods had created her low and plat'd the poor Hylas above Then then I a present might freely bestow of a heart that is all over Love Like the Damn'd from the fire I may gaze and admire Yet never can hope to be bless Oh the pangs of a Love That dares not discover The Poyson that lodg'd in his Breast Like a Deer that is wounded I bleeding run on and fain I the passion would hide But oh 't is vain for wherever I run the bloody Dart sticks in my side Like a Ship on the Ocean That 's ever in motion Continually tumbl'd and tost VVhen each greedy wave Portendeth a grave and on the hard Rock to be lest Each frown from my Celia does threaten my woe which alas I find to be true My torments do follow where ever I go 't is in vain to ●●ye fate will persue If the cause she 'd discover To her languishing Lover Why why she so cruel doth prove An Alter I 'le raise And her anger appease By a sacrific'd heart to her Love Then Cupid would know the fault lay not in me and ease my destraction and pain Methinks to his God-head an honour t would be in making her love me again But if he take part To destroy my poor heart Then I 'le curse both his Quiver and Bow For he if he please Can to Lovers give ease And make them his power to know My Celia from blame I will ever set free and her name I will always adore She 's a Goddess on earth to be worship'd by me expecting her blessing in store Celia's Kind Answer IT is not in vain You do sigh and complain For the secret to me is reveal'd My Breast now doth bear it VVhere for ever I 'le wear it such flames cannot long be conceal'd The Gods have created me low to your mind and plac'd your affections above The present I ask is that still you 'd prove kind and give me that heart full of Love Like the blest free from trouble Tur joys still may double And never no sorrow can know Then happy 's that Lover VVhich dares not discover Those flames which occasion his woe Like a prisoner set free he may sing and rejoyce when he from confinement is clear If his Love prove kind then thrice happy 's his choice no bloody darts after appear Like a Merchant whose treasure Comes home in full measure From the Indies who long have been gone Such joys do abound To a Lover that 's Crown'd With success that before look'd for none Now smile my dear Damon the day is your own no more of your Celia complain Your constancy my true affections hath won then count not your sorrows in vain It was only to Try ye Which made me deny ye The cause now you certainly know My heart you shall have Till cold death to the Grave Does force us to pay what we owe Little Cupid hath heard thee made me prove kind he heard your complains e'ry day But when the night came he did torture my mind by telling me what you did say He was your best friend And your suit did commend Then pritty sweet Damon no more Let 's not angry prove To the God of our love but for ever his power adore My heart is thy own and I 'le give thee my hand we 'l marry and make no delay And I my own self will be at thy command to please thee by night and by day FINIS Printed for F. Coles T. Vere J. Wright J. Clarke W. Thackeray T. Passenger