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	love_v	will_n	2,808	5	6.1218	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A91574	Solomons recantation, entituled Ecclesiastes, paraphrased. With a soliloquie or meditation upon every chapter. / By Francis Quarles. Opus posthumum. Never before printed. With a short relation of his life and death.	Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.; Quarles, Ursula, b. 1601.	1645 (1645)	Wing Q116; Thomason E284_13; ESTC R200060	37,689	73

when the season brings A flash of Good doth all things so unframe That earths content doth scarce deserve the name Of common happinesse which like the winde Varies still meeting with a various minde Vnconstant earth what can thy treasure show That is not like thy self unconstant too How full of Change How full of Alteration Nay fixt in nothing but thy meer foundation And like thy self our naturall parent wee Constant in nothing but in loving thee Vers 4 One while we plunge in teares and by and by We rage in laughter yet not knowing why To day the zeal of our affection 's such Vers 8 We burn in love tomorrow hate as much Sometimes we fear not when our ev'lls appear Sometimes affrighted at no Cause of fear One while we should and will not will and should not Nay at the selfe-same moment would and would not Vers 4 Today we feast and quaffe in frolique Bowles To morrow fast and pinch our guilty Soules Row Musick now a Knell salutes our ears At noon we swim in wine at night in tears Ore night our vowes are made our joy concluded To day the danger 's past and heav'n deluded The last six Months our fortune swell'd with store And now they break was never Job so poor Verse 8 Time was that peace enricht our joyfull Land Time is our martiall drum beats warre at hand Vnconstant earth O is it not enough Thy days are ev'll at best and but a puffe At longest At the fruitfullest but vain But sad at merryest and at sweetest pain Is not all this enough enough to make The miserable childe of man forsake The false protection of thy magick eye Without th' addition of inconstancy Is' t not enough that we poor Farmers pay Quit-rent to Nature at the very day And at our dying howre bequeath to thee Our whole subsistence for a Legacie But thou must leave our frailties as a prey To time-born Change that will permit no stay In one estate nor give us leave to lye Sad Patients in a quiet misery O but my soule why dost thou thus contend With thy Creators pleasure Cease to spend This needlesse breath Shall thy disorder'd will Confront his Providence or call that ill Which he thinks good Tell me my soule shall hee That gave thee being be prescrib'd by thee Hee made thee for his glory not to spend Thy days in slavish labour nor to end Thy painfull travell in the shades of death But thou hast tainted that immortall breath Which qualifi'd thy life and made thee free Of heav'n and earth and a joynt Patentee With smooth-fac'd Cherubims And too too proud Of thy short honor warpt thy thoughts and bow'd Thy straight desiers to unknowne delight And wrapt thy glory in the clouds of night Lost thy freewill to good didst overthrow Thy perfect knowledge with desire to know Bereft of wisdome labr'ing to be wise Vers 19 Now peer'd with beasts that only works and dyes Both borne to sorrow breathe the selfe same breath Live both alike both dye the selfe same death S●nce then my soule thy hopes may not aspire To what thou wouldst suit thy supprest desire To what thou mayst and let thy wisdome play Bad Cards with best advantage what the day Brings in by Travell let the frolique night Vers 22 Consume in Mirth and spend in full Delight Take thou to day let others take to morrow He earnes the Solace that endures the sorrow CAP. IV. 1 Vanitie is increased unto men by oppression 4. By envy 5. By idlenesse 7. By covetousnesse 9. By solitarinesse 13. By wilfulnesse Vers 1 MY soule return'd and fixt her thoughts upon The hard oppressions made beneath the Sunne And loe the teares of captives in distresse Cry'd loud for Comfort yet were comfortlesse Great was th'oppressors power yet the griefe Of the opprest was void of all reliefe Vers 2 O then I counted their condition blest Whom death had lull'd in everlasting rest Yea farre more blest then those that live to stand Afflicted patients at th'oppressors hand Vers 3 Nay farre then both are they more blessed whom Conception never hansell'd in the womb Or those Abortives whom untimely birth Excus'd from all the sorrowes of the earth Vers 4 Imus'd againe and found when paines had crackt The harder shell to some Heroick act Pale envy strikes the kernell with taxation O this is vanity and soules vexation Vers 5 The sluggish fool that solitary stands With yauning lips and bosome-folded hands Consumes his empty dayes at last is fed With his own flesh that would not move for bread Vers 6 His idle tongue thus pleading for his sloth Better one hand be fill'd with rest then both Stretch'd forth in travell to prepare full diet With hearts vexation and the foules disquiet Vers 7 Thus pausing Contenplation shew'd mine eye A new prospect of humane vanity Vers 8 There is a lonely man that hath none other To foster then himselfe nor child nor brother Whose droyling hands thinke nothing can supply The greedy wants of his insatiate eye He robs himselfe nor knows for whose reliefe This is a vanity and wounding griefe Vers 9 The single state of him that lives alone Is double griefe Two better is then One For two can share the sorrows that befall To one One's worse then not to beat all Vers 10 If eithers drooping shoulders be betray'd To a sad burden there 's a mutuall ayd Woe to the man whom danger meets alone For there 's no arme to help him but his owne Vers 11 When two divide the comforts of a Bed If one gaines kindly warmth the other 's sped But warmth turnes back to him that lyes alone The steele will yeeld no sparkes without the stone Vers 12 If fury from a stronger arme assails One falls before the foe when two prevails But if a third put in a timely stroke The Cord that 's threefold is not quickly broke Verse 13 To be a poore wise child is judg'd a thing More honorable then to be a King That 's old and foolish and whose disposition Checks at advise and spumes at admonition Vers 14 The low and lanke estates are often knowne To clime from Prisons to the princely Throne And glorious Monarchs have been seen to faile And change their glittering Glory for a Gaole Vers 15 So have I seen the vulgar hearts grow cold To with'ring Greatnesse whilest their eyes behold The blooming heyre to whom Affections runne Like morning eyes to greet the rising Sunne Vers 16 Past Ages quench the fathers fading light In the Sons hopes and future dayes benight The Son in his Succeeders expecation O this is vanity and soules vexation SOLILOQUIE IV. MY soule to what a strange disguized Good Art thou bewitch O how hath flesh and Blood Betray'd thee to a happinesse that brings No comfort but from transitory Things How is thy freedome curb'd How art thou clogg'd With dull mortality beslow'd and bogg'd In thine owne frailty How art thou repos'd In

rarely found Sow closely what thou sow'st and least in sight The eyes of Doves will make thy harvest light But stay Thou mayst surcharge as well as sterve The soile But wise men know what seed will serve Thy work thus wisely done what then remains Give Heav'n the glory and expect the Gains CAP. XII 1 The Creatour rs to be remembred in due time 8 The Preachers care to edifie 13 The feare of God is the chief Antidote of vanity Vers 1 REmember thy Creator in thy prime Of present youth before the black-mouth'd time Of sullen age approach before the day Thy dying pleasures find a dull decay Vers 2 Before the Sun and Moon and Stars appear Dark in thy Microcosmal Hemisphear Vers 3 Before the Clouds of sorrows multiply And hide the Crystall of thy gloomy sky Before the Keepers of thy crazy Tow'r I 'e palsie-stricken and thy men of pow'r Sink as they march and Grinders cease to grind Distastfull bread and windows are grown blind Vers 4 Then shall the Castles two-leafd gates be barr'd When as the Milstones language is not heard The horn-mouth Belman shal affright thy slumbers Thy untun'd ear shall loath harmonious numbers Vers 5 Each obvious mole-hill shall encrease thy fears And carefull snow shall blanch thy falling hairs A fly shall load thy shoulders Thy desire And all thy bed-rid passions shall expire Pale death 's at hand and mourners come to meet Thy tear-bedabled fun'rals in the Street Vers 6 Then shall the sinews silver cord be los'd Thy brains gold bowle be broke The undispos'd And idle liver 's ruby fountain dri'd The blouds Meandring Cisterns unsuppli'd Vers 7 Then shall the dust her dust to dust deliver Whose spirit shall return to God the Giver Vers 8 Whereto th'Ecclesiastick thus replies All all is vain and vainest vanities Vers 9 Because his true repentant soul was wise He read this wisdome-lecture did advise And search the Fountain whence he did convay The fruitfull streams in a Proverbiall way Vers 10 He sought and found such words which had the might To entermingle profit with delight And what his spirit-prompted pen did write Was truth it self and most exact upright Verse 11 The wise mans words are like to Goads that doe Stir up the drowzy and spur up the slow And like to nailes to be made fast and driv'n By hands to th' hearts of mē sent down from heav'n Verse 12 Make use my Son of what this hand hath penn'd There is no end of Pamphlets to no end These tire the flesh and after age is spent They breathe some knowledge but no true content Verse 13 Mark then the ground where the main building Fear thou thy God Observe his just Commands Within the limits of this sacred Ground stands Mans duty lies true Happinesse is found Verse 14 No work shall passe untri'd No hand hath done What shall not plead at heav'ns Tribunall Throne All secrets good and bad attend his Eye His Eyes behold where day could never prye Deus his quoque finem SOLILOQUIE XII NOw launch my soul into this Sea of Tears Fear storms and Rocks yet smile upon thy fears Weigh Anchor Hoist thy weather-beaten Sailes The Tides run smooth The wind breaths prosp'rous Gales Tridented Neptune now hath struck a peace With full-mouth'd Aeolus and the wars surcease They sound a parley and begin to treat And Sea-green Triton sounds a shrill Retreat March new my soul through Hadadrimmons Vale Without a tear or if thou must bewaile Mourn for vain Earth and drop in alms one teare For him that finds no happinesse but there Now mayst thou trample on the Asp and tread on the young Lyon and th' old Dragons head Wisdome shall guide thee Love shall circumclose thee That fraud shall not beguile or force oppose thee Thy Prince shall honor thee thy Peers embrace thee No Crime shall shame thee and no tongue disgrace thee The rich shall rev'rence thee the poor shall blesse thee Wrath shall not over-rule nor pride oppresse thee Thy want shall not afflict nor wealth betray thee This shall not puffe thee up nor that dismay thee Pleasure shall not ensnare nor pains torment thee This shall not make thee sad nor that repent thee Blest shall thy Labours be and sweet thy Rest Blest shall thy Thoughts be and thy Actions blest Blest in thy peace and blest in thy promotion Blest in thy sports and blest in thy devotion Blest in thy losses blest in thy encreases Blest in thy health and blest in thy diseases Blest in thy Knowledge blest in thy Corrections Blest in thy Soul and blest in thy Affections O then my soul let thy Affections flow In streams of love to Him that lov'd thee so Let not his high-priz'd benefits depart From thy remembrance grave them in thy heart With Tools of Adamant that they may last To after times that when thy days be past Thy well-instructed children may emblaze Thy Makers goodnesse to the last of days Blesse thou the Lord my soul Let thy whole frame And all within thee magnifie that Name That blest thee so Blesse thou the Lord my soul Report his precious favour● and enroll His numerous mercies in thy gratefull brest Vers 1 Remember thy Creator O protest His praises to the world and let thy tongue Make him the subject of thy youthfull song Give him the firstlings of thy strength even than When fading Childehood seeks to ripen man Vpon thy downy cheeks when vigour trains The sparkling blood through thy Meandring veins Before thy flowing marrow shall foment Thy lust full fires before the false content Of frothy pleasures shall begin t' invite Thy fond Affections to a vain delight Then then my soul whilst thy supplies are fresh And strong wage war with thy rebellious ftesh Gird up thy loyns and march spare neither sweat Nor blood take courage strike subdue defeat Sing a triumphant song sing Io Paean Adorn thy brows with Palm and again sing Io Paean Take time while time shall serve 't is thine to day But secret danger still attends delay Doe while thou mayst To day has eagle wings And who can tell what change to morrow brings Advantage wasts and strength of body wears Life has no Lease and Youth no Tearm for years Vers 3 When creeping Age shall quench thy sprightly fires And breathe cold Winter on thy chill desires Vers 2 What fire shall burn thy offerings O what praise Can issue forth from cold decrepit dayes When ebbing bloods neap-tides shall strike thy lims With trembling Palsies when dry Age bedims The optick sunshine of thy bed-rid days What boots thy cold thy Paralytick praise When secret Vlcers shall attaint thy breath With fumes more noysome then the sinks of death What pleasure shall thy great Creator raise From thy breath-tainted and unsav'ry praise Come then my soul Rouze up thy dull desire And quicken thy faint coals of sacred fire That lie rak'd up in th'Embers of thy flesh Fetch