Linguistic DNA - Concept Modelling Demonstrator

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	courtesy_n	eye_n	great_a	44	3	2.1117	3	false

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A50616	Recreation for ingenious head-peeces, or, A pleasant grove for their wits to walk in of epigrams 700, epitaphs 200, fancies a number, fantasticks abundance : with their addition, multiplication, and division.	Mennes, John, Sir, 1599-1671.; Smith, James, 1605-1667.	1654 (1654)	Wing M1714; ESTC R31890	117,409	410

himselfe alone 385. On Severus Severus is extream in eloquence For he creates rare phrase but rarer sense Unto his Serving-man alias his Boy He utters speech exceeding quaint and coy Diminutive and my defective slave My pleasures pleasure is that I must have My Corps Coverture and immediately T'insconce my person from frigility His Man believ's all 's Welsh his Master spoke Til he rails English Rogue go fetch my Cloke 386. On Iulias weeping She by the River sate and sitting there She wept and made it deeper by a teare 387. On a Gallant What Gallant 's that whose Oaths fly through mine ears How like a Lord of Pluto's Court he swears How Dutchman-like he swallowes down his drink How sweet he takes Tobacco til he stink How lofty sprighted he disdains a Boor How faithfull hearted he is to a How Cock-tail proud he doth himself advance How rare his spurs do ring the Morrice-dance Now I protest by Mistris Susans Fan He and his boy will make a proper man 388. On Vertue Milla's Maid Saith Aristotle Vertue ought to be Communicative of her self free And hath not Vertue Milla's maid been so Who 's grown hereby as big as she can go 389. On Corydon An home-spun Peasant with his Urine-glasse The Doctor ask'd what Country-man he was Quoth Corydon with making legs full low Your worship that shall by my water know 390. On a Spanish Souldier A Spanish Souldier sick unto the death His Pistol to 's Physitian did bequeath Who did demand what should the reason be 'Bove other things to give him that quoth he This with your practice joyned you may kill Sir all alive and have the world at will 391. Vpon the Asse The Asse a Courtier on a time would be And travel'd forrain Nations for to see But home returned fashion he could none His main and tail were onely larger grown 392. On Hypocrisie As Venison in a poor mans Kitchin 's rare So Hypocrites and Usurers in Heaven are 393. Daemonum certamen A Broker and an Usurer contended Which in 's profession was the most befriended And for experience more to have it tride A Scrivener must the difference decide To whom quoth he you like the Fox Cub One shall be Mammon th' other Belzebub 394. On Love Love 's of it selfe too sweet the bâ—st of all Is when Loves honey has a dash of gall 395. On Man and Woman When Man and Woman dyes as Poets sung His Heart 's the last that stirs of hers the Tongue 396. On Fabullus I ask'd Fabullus why he had no wife Quoth he because I 'd live a quiet life 397. On Fornus Fornus takes pains he need not without doubt O yes he labours much How with the Gout 398. Quid non ebrietas Rubin reports his Mistris is a Punk Which being told her was no whit dismaid For sure as death quoth she the Villains drunk And in that taking knows not what he said 'T was well excus'd but oft it comes to passe That true we find In vino veritas 399. No Paines no Gaines If little labour little are our gaines Mans fortunes are according to his pains 400. Infirmis animosus Pontus by no means from his coyn departs Z'foot will you have of men more then their hearts 401. A culina ad curiam Lixa that long a Serving-groom hath been Will now no more the man be known or seen And reason good he hath the place resign'd Witnesse his cloak throughout with Velvet lin'd Which by a Paradox comes thus to passe The greasie Gull is turn'd a gallant asse 402. Frustra vocaveris heri Dick had but two words to maintain him ever And that was Stand and after stand Deliver But Dick's in Newgate and he fears shall never Be blest again with that sweet word Deliver 403. Magnis non est morandum See how Silenus walks accomplished With due performance of his fathers page Looks back of purpose to be honoured And on each slight occasion 'gins to rage You villain dog where hath your stay bin such Quoth he the Broker would not lend so much 404. Puduit sua damna referre Such ill successe had Dick at Dice last night As he was forc'd next day play least in sight But if you love him make thereof no speeches He lost his Rapier Cloak and Velvet Breeches 405. Ad Lectorem Reader thou seest how pale these papers look While they fear thy hard censure on my Book 406. Nimis docuit consuetudo Old Fucus board is oft replenished But nought thereof must be diminished Unlesse some worthlesse upper-dish or twain The rest for service still again remain His man that us'd to bring them in for show Leaving a dish upon the bench below Was by his Master much offended blam'd Which he as brief with answer quickly fram'd T' hath been so often brought afore this day As now ch'ad thoft it selfe had known the way 407. Poculo junguntur amici A health saith Lucas to his Loves bright ey Which not to pledge were much indignity You cannot doe him greater courtesie Then to be drunk and dam'd for company 408. Nullum stimulum ignaris Caecus awake was tol'd the Sun appear'd Which had the darknesse of the morning clear'd But Caecus sluggish thereto makes reply The Sun hath further far to goe then I. 409. In Richardum At three goe-downs Dick doffs me off a pot The English Gutter's Latine for his throat 410. Non penna sed usus Cajus accounts himself accurst of men Onely because his Lady loves him not Who till he taught her could not hold her pen And yet hath since another Tutor got Cajus it seems Thy skill she did but cheapen And means to try him at another weapon 411. An absolute Gallant If you will see true valour here display'd Heare Poly-phemus and be not afraid D' ye see me wrong'd and will ye thus restrain me Sir let me go for by these hilts I 'l brain ye Shall a base patch with appearance wrong me I 'l kill the villain pray do not prolong me Call my Tobacco putrified stuffe Tell me it stinks say it is drosse I snuffe Sirrah what are you why Sir what would you I am a Prentice and will knock you too O are you so I cry you mercy then I am to fight with none but Gentlemen 412. To Momus Momus thou say'st my Verses are but toyes 'T is true yet truth is often spoke by boyes 413. In Dolentem Dolens doth shew his purse and tell you this It is more horrid then a Pest-house is For in a Pest-house many mortals enter But in his purse one Angel dares not venter 414. Abditio perditio From Mall but merry men but mirth derive For trix 't is makes her prove demonstrative 415. On a Gallant Sirrah come hither boy take view of me My Lady I am purpos'd to goe see What doth my Feather flourish with a grace And this my curled hair become my face How decent doth my Doublet 's form appear I would

Love if it be true you say You never ate brown bread Coritia 634. On Drammato Drammato makes new playes great store and yet 'T is plain Drammato has not too much wit He strives too to be pleasant and brings in Mimicks and fools to make the people grin I know not what the rest think but I say Drammato's the best fool in every play 635. Taming of a Shrew Wouldst tame thy wife first tame her tongue Who thus his wife comes o'r shall overcome 636. Liberty If he be well which hath what he can wish Why then doe men for stinging Serpents fish True liberty 'mongst vertues bears the bell He may live as he will which may live well 637. Drammato Of all Drammato's playes that ere I see Nothing could ever make me laugh but he 638. On Galba Galba she sayes she never tasted Man Galba will lye beleeve it now and than 639. To the Reader Such tenour I have kept here all along As none I hope can challenge me with wrong I injure not the least I give no blow To any person he that knows not how To scourge mans vice unlesse he tax his name Makes a base Libel of an Epigram 640. On Formidando Stout Formidando walks imperiously With tragick Bilbo girt upon his thigh His roping locks his buffe becomes him well And to say sooth he looks right terrible He swayes the Town before him and will slay Whatever man he be that dares gain-say But Formidando pawn'd his coat last night And Formidando's out of money quite Nor oaths will passe nor credit from henceforth For one poor penny or a penny-worth Starv'd Creditors begin to gape and how To quit himself he scarcely knows that now Stout Formidando who was wont to daunt Whole thousands trembles at a Pursivant 641. The German-Dutch Death 's not to be so Seneca doth think But Dutchmen say 't is death to cease to drink 642. Death What Death is dost thou ask of me Till dead I doe not know Come to me when thou hear'st I 'm dead Then what 't is I shall show 643. On Carp and Manilla Manilla would with Carp be maried Manilla's wise I trow But Carp by no means will Manilla wed Carp's the wiser of the two 644. On Carp These are my verses which Carp reads 't is known But when Carp makes them non-sense th' are his own 645. To Phaulos Thou art offended Phaulos as I hear Because I sometimes call thee whoremaster My nature 's blunt and so will ever be I call a spade a spade pray pardon me 646. To Coracine What Crispulus is that in a new gown All trim'd with loops and buttons up and down That leans there on his arm in private chat With thy young wife what Crispulus is that He 's Proctor of a Court thou say'st and does Some businesse of my wives thou brainlesse goose He does no businesse of thy wives not he He does thy businesse Coracine for thee 647. On Pru. Pru praises her complexion nay swears She dares compare with any of her years And very true it is that Prudence sayes I saw not better sold these many dayes 648. The Parret If lawful't be of things t' invent the name With pratling Parret prater is the same 649. To Maronilla My Maronilla I could easily spare Thy hands and arms thy shoulders and fraught haire I could well spare thy feet thy legs and thighs Thy tongue and teeth thy lips cheeks forehead eyes And not to reckon each part severall My Maronilla I could spare thee all 650. Study Some men grow mad by studying much to know But who grows mad by studying good to grow 651. To Lionell Lionell shows his honourable scars And labours to invite me to the wars But I will not by no means Lionell I doe not love to live ill and drink well 652. On Pumilio a Dwarfe Pumilio lying in despaire Of further life said take no care To make a Tomb for me good folks I will be buried in a Box. 653. Sharpe sauce Kisses and savours are sweet things But those have thornes and these have stings 654. On Drad-nought Drad-nought was for his many riots laid Ith'Counter lately now he 's wondrous staid 655. On Phaulos and Gellia Phaulos he visits Gellia she 's sick I am no Wizard yet I know their trick 656. To his Friend I will not be a Foe to any Nor be familiar with too many And twice I will not love my friend But whom I love I 'l love to th' end 657. Maried Folke Man love thy wife thy Husband wife obay Wives are our Heart we should be Head alway 658. On Pru and Galla. Why are Pru's teeth so white and Galla's black The reason is soon knowne Pru buyes new teeth as often as she lacks But Galla wears her owne 659. On Bombo When Bombo preaches and that 's thrice a year Nothing but wit sounds wisely in his ear His â—ustian phrases make a noise each strain And swelling rapture fills his mouth again He 's parcell-States-man parcell-Priest and so If you observe he 's parcel Poet to Bombo thy fetches and thy fangles may Become a stage perhaps but us'd this way Th' are base and impious let me prevail Talk till thy strong lines choak thee if they fail Commence at Tyburn in a cart sweet Poet And there a strong line will for certâ—in do it 660. On Lulls Lulls swears he is all heart but you 'l suppose By his Probassis that he is all nose 661. On Paeto Implore the Muses and their two top'd hill Still to supply fresh matter to thy quill Crave Phoebus aid call Homer with the throng Of all the Bardes Learn'd Manes to thy song I dare not Paeto be so bold as do it Nor seem so like what I am not a Poet. My page invokes no deities here love And indignation the best Muses prove 662. On the same My Paeto thinks he sings melodious And like a Swan alas he 's but a Goose. 663. On Plutus Plutus rich Plutus would have me bâ—stow Some New-years gift as other neighbours do Why I will send thee what thou want'st my friend Nothing thou want'st and nothing I will send 664. To Phocion Thou buy'st up all that thou canst light upon This is the way to sell all Phocion 665. To Lividus Doe not raile basely doe not swell with spight Doe not scoffe Lividus at what I write For ridden trust me I can hardly pace Nor bear thee gently like a patient Asse But trot amain and if thou chance to kick I shall wince too and gall thee to the quick Flinging full fast till I have thrown thee off Till I have shook thy snaffle from thy mouth And then in triumph Lividus look to 't I spurn thy pride and follies under foot 666. On his Verses He 's blind with love that likes them ev'ry one And he is blind with envy that likes none 667. Truth Truth is best found out by the time and eyes Falshood wins credit by

taulâ— man as ever swagger With Welse Club and long Dagger But all this while was never think A word in praise of our Welse drink Yet for aull that is a Cup of Bragat Aull England Seer may cast his Cap at And what you say to Ale of Webley Toudge him as well you 'll praise him trebly As well as Metheglin or Syder or Meath S'all sake it your dagger quite out o' the seath And Oat-Cake of Guarthenion With a goodly Leek or Onion To give as sweet a rellis As e'r did Harper Ellis And yet is nothing now all this ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ of our Musicks we doe misse Both Harps and Pipes too and the Crowd Must aull come in and tauk aloud As lowd as Bangâ—â— Davies Bell Of which is no doubt you have here tell As well as our lowder Wrexam Organ And rumbling Rocks in the Seer of Glamorgan Where look but in the ground there And you sall see a sound there That put her all to gedder Is sweet as measure pedder Hur in Love A modest Shentle when hur see The great laugh hur made on mee And fine wink that hur send To hur come to see hur friend Her could not strose py Got apove Put was entangle in hur love A hundred a time hur was about To speak to hur and lave hur out Put hur being a Welshman porne And therefore was think hur woud hur scorne Was fear hur think nothing petter Then cram hur love into a Letter Hoping he will no ceptions take Unto her love for Country sake For say hur be Welshman whad ten Py Got they all be Shentlemen Was decend from Shoves nown line Par humane and par divine And from Venus that faire Goddess And twenty other Shentle poddyâ— Hector stout and comely Parris Arthur Prute and King of Fayris Was hur nown Cosins all a kin We have the Powells issue in And for ought that hur con see As goot men as other men pee But whot of that Love is a knave Was make hur doe whot he woud have Was compell hur write the Rime That ne'r was writ before the time And if he will nod pity hur paine As Got shudge hur soule sall ne'r write againe For love is like an Ague-fit Was brin poor Welseman out on hur wit Till by hur onswer hur doe know Whother hur do love hur ai or no. Hur has not bin in England lung And conna speak the Englis tongue Put hur is hur friend and so hur will prove Pray a send hur word if hur con love Of Melancholy When I goe musing all alone Thinking of divers things fore-knowne When I build Castles in the aire Vold of sorrow and void of feare Pleasing my selfe with phantasmes sweet Me thinks the time runs very fleet All my joyes to this are folly Naught so sweet as melancholy When I lye waking all alone Recounting what I have ill done My thoughts on me then tyrannise Fear and sorrow me surprise Whether I tarry still or goe Me thinks the time moves very sloe All my griefs to this are jolly Naught so sad as melancholy When to my selfe I act and smile With pleasing thoughts the time beguile By a brook side or wood so green Unheard unsought for or unseen A thousand pleasures doe me bless And crown my soul with happinesse All my joyes besides are folly None so sweet as melancholy When I lye sit or walk alone I sigh I grieve making great moan In a dark grove or irksome den With discontents and Furies then A thousand miseries at once Mine heavy heart and soul ensconce All my griefs to this are jolly None so soure as melancholy Me thinks I hear me thinks I see Sweet Musick wondrous melody Towns places and Cities fine Here now then there the world is mine Rare Beauties gallant Ladies shine What e're is lovely or divine All other joyes to this are folly None so sweet as melancholy Me thinks I hear me thinks I see Ghosts goblins feinds my phantasie Presents a thousand ugly shapes Headlesse bears black-men and apes Dolefull outcries and fearfull sights My sad and dismall soule affrights All my griefs to this are jolly None so damn'd as melancholy Me thinks I court me thinks I kisse Me thinks I now embrace my Mistrisse O blessed dayes O sweet content In Paradise my time is spent Such thoughts may still my fancy move So may I ever be in love All my joyes to this are folly Naught so sweet as Melancholy When I recount loves many frights My sighes and tears my waking nights My jealous fits O mine hard fate I now repent but 't is too late No torment is so bad as love So bitter to my soule can prove All my griefs to this are jolly Naught so harsh as Melancholy Friends and Companions get you gone 'T is my desire to be alone Ne're well but when my thoughts and I Doe domineer in privacy No Jem no treasure like to this 'T is my delight my Crowne my blisse All my joyes to this are folly Naught so sweet as Melancholy 'T is my sole plague to be alone I am a beast a monster growne I will no light nor company I find it now my misery The scene is turn'd my joyes are gone Fear discontent and sorrowes come All my griefs to this are jolly Naught so fierce as Melancholy I le not change life with any King I ravisht am can the world bring More joy then still to laugh and smile In pleasant toyes time to beguile Doe not O doe not trouble me So sweet content I feele and see All my joyes to this are folly None so divine as Melancholy I le change my state with any wretch Thou canst from gaole or dunghill fetch My pain 's past cure another Hell I may not in this torment dwell Now desperate I hate my life Lend me an halter or a knife All my griefs to this are jolly Naught so damn'd as Melancholy On the Letter O. Run round my lines whilst I as roundly show The birth the worth the extent of my round O That O which in the indigested Masse Did frame it selfe when nothing framed was But when the worlds great masse it selfe did show ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ largenesse fairnesse roundnesse a great O. The Heavens the Element a box of O's Where still the greater doth the lesse inclose The imaginary center in O's made That speck which in the world doth stand or fade The Zodiack Colours and Equator line In Tropique and Meridian O did shine The lines of bredth and lines of longitude Climate from Climate doth by O seclude And in the starry spangled sky the O Makes us the day from night distinctly know And by his motion round as in a ring Light to himselfe light to each O doth bring In each dayes journey in his circle round The framing of an O by sense is found The Moon hath to the O's frame most affection But the Suns envy grudgeth such perfection Yet Dian hath each moneth and every year

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