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	word_n	3,306	5	4.1533	3	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B00587	The young-mans vvish, or, Behold his mind fulfil'd, whom love had almost kil'd, vvith joy reviv'd againe, as heere appeareth plaine: the like to this, ('twixt man and wife) I never heard yet, in all my life. To the tune of, I am in love, and cannot tell with whom.	L. P. (Laurence Price), fl. 1625-1680?	1635 (1635)	STC 20326; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.7[440]	1,713	2

The Young-mans Wish OR Behold his mind fulfil'd whom Love had almost kil'd VVith joy reviv'd againe as heere appeareth plaine The like to this 'twixt Man and Wife I never heard yet in all my Life To the tune of I am in Love and cannot tell with whom VVHat strange affections have my thoughts possest that nothing will nor can my mind content Or why should love my inward parts molest or time away in patience thus be spent The cause I le shew but oh my heart will breake I am in love but know not how to speake My Humors and my Fancies all are crost my minde so much disturb'd I cannot sleepe By day my wits like tennis Balls are tost and every hower in dolefull dumps most déepe I am cast downe all pleasures I forsake The reason is I love and cannot speake Sometimes my Muse ascendeth up on high and climes Parnassus hils for learnings lore As soone againe it in the déepe doth lie now high then low now rich and straightway poore Now laugh smile yet straight my heart will breake For still I love and know not how to speake I wander up and downe and yet stand still I walke abroad and yet lie sick in bed I live at libertie and yet my will is into desolation captive led My health I have yet life doth me forsake Though still I love I know not how to speake I féede I feast I fare on dainty dyet I drinke the freshest wine yet still am dry I take my rest and yet can have no quiet I stand in water yet in flames I frye I sulphur greatly yet with cold I shake I love in heart and yet I dare not speake I weare good clothes and yet I naked goe with decent gesture séemely to behold I am adorn'd from top unto the toe And yet my shape is lothsome double fold I have my wits and yet I doe mistake 'T is all because I love and cannot speake I heare I sée I smell I taste I touch and yet am senceles growne in every thing Great want I féele yet have me thinks too much each ounce of mirth a pound of griefe doth bring I am inforc'd thus to the world to breake My minde but to my Love I cannot speake I live in peace yet hold an inward strife Cupid that villaine wounded so my heart I single am yet faine would have a Wife to ease me of my dolour griefe and smart But she with whom I gladly would partake Makes me abash'd I know not how to speake The second Part. To the same Tune O That some Oratour would be so kinde to plead my cause and certifie my love My passions and disturbances of minde to try if she will prove my Turtle Dove What almes or answer she to me would make For oh alas I love but cannot speake But since no meanes or way I can invent to bring her tidings of my hearts desire My time in Wishes shall be wholly spent and Phoenix-like I le wast my selfe in fire For while I live I le sorrow for her sake Because I want both Art and heart to speake O that I were some curious King of Gold to weare upon her finger for delight That by some Merchant so I might be sold for her owne use and service day and night Or would I were a bond-slave for her sake That feare might force or Love me cause to speake Could I but crave to light her to her bed it surely would revive my drooping heart Or lay soft pillowes underneath her head till dalliance long had made us loth to part So finding scope my wished mind I 'd breake By signes to heare or touch if not to speake But O my heart my wishes are in vaine no hopes have I for this which here I crave Nor know I any way her love to gaine O would the Fates had dig'd my timeles grave Where I might rest securely in my Tombe And not be found untill the day of doome His Love at last who from a window high had heard the griefes and sorrowes he indur'd Thus comforts him with words immediately thy love-sicke heart said she shall soone be cur'd Thou shalt no longer cause have to complaine If thou lov'st me I le quit thy love againe Thou wishedst but my company a time now here 's my hands for ever and for aye In weale or woe I will be wholly thine my heart my hand my life shall thée obay So lastly thus their loves were truely tride He was her Bridegroome she his lovely Bride L. P. FINIS Imprinted at London for Iohn Wright the younger and are to be sold at his Shop at the upper end of the Old-Bayley