Selected quad for the lemma: love_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	death_n	life_n	live_v	9,237	5	5.6948	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00973	Brittain's Ida. Written by that renowned poët, Edmond Spencer	Fletcher, Phineas, 1582-1650.; Spenser, Edmund, 1552?-1599, attributed name.; Fletcher, Giles, 1588?-1623, attributed name.	1628 (1628)	STC 11079.5; ESTC S105620	8,405	39

Comforts the trembling Boy with smiling grace But oh those smiles too full of sweete delight Surfeit his heart full of the former sight So seeking to reuiue more wounds his feeble sprite 4 Tell me faire Boy sayd she what erring chance Hither directed thy vnwary pace For sure contempt or pride durst not aduance Their foule aspect in thy so pleasant face Tell me what brought thee to this hidden place Or lacke of loue or mutuall answering fire Or hindred by ill chance in thy desire Tell me what i st thy faire and wishing eyes require 5 The Boy whose sence was neuer yet acquainted With such a musique stood with eares arected And sweetly with that pleasant spell enchanted More of those sugred straines long time expected Till seeing she his speeches not reiected First sighes arising from his hearts low center Thus gan reply when each word bold would venter And striue the first that dainty labyrinth to enter 6 Faire Cyprian Queene for well that heauenly face Prooues thee the mother of all conquering loue Pardon I pray thee my vnweeting pace For no presumptuous thoughts did hither mooue My daring feete to this thy holy Groue But lucklesse chance which if you not gaine-say I still must rue hath caus'd me here to stray And lose my selfe alas in losing of my way 7 Nor did I come to right my wronged fire Neuer till now I saw what ought be loued And now I see but neuer dare aspire To mooue my hope where yet my loue is mooued Whence though I would I would it not remooued Onely since I haue plac't my loue so high Which sure thou must or sure thou wilt deny Grant me yet still to loue though in my loue to dye 8 But shee that in his eyes Loues face had seene And flaming heart did not such suite disdaine For cruelty fits not sweete beauties Queene But gently could his passion entertaine Though she loues Princesse he a lowly Swaine First of his bold intrusion she acquites him Then to her seruice happy Boy admits him And like another loue with Bow and quiuer fits him 9 And now withall the loues he grew acquainted And Cupids selfe with his like face delighted Taught him a hundred wayes with which he daunted The prouder hearts and wronged louers righted Forcing to loue that most his loue despited And now the practique Boy did so approoue him And with such grace and cunning arte did mooue him That all the pritty loues and all the Graces loue him Cant. 5. The Argument The Louers sad despairing plaints Bright Venus with his loue acquaints Sweetly importun'd be doth shew From whom proceedeth this his woe 1 YEt neuer durst his faint and coward heart Ah foole faint heart faire Lady ne're could win Assaile faire Venus with his new-learnt arte But kept hi● loue and burning flame within Which more flam'd out the more he prest it in And thinkidg oft how iust shee might disdaine him While some coole mirtle shade did entertaine him Thus sighing would be fit sadly would he plain him 2 Ah fond and haplesse Boy nor know I whether More fond or haplesse more that all so high Hast plac't thy heart where loue and fate together May neuer hope to end thy misery Nor yet thy selfe dare wish a remedy All hindrances alas conspire to let it Ah fond and haplesse Boy if canst not get it In thinking to forget at length learne to forget it 3 Ah farre too fond but much more haplesse Swaine Seeing thy loue can be forgotten neuer Serue and obserue thy loue with willing paine And though in vaine thy loue thou doe perseuer Yet all in vaine doe thou adore her euer No hope can crowne thy thoughts so farre aspiring Nor dares thy selfe desire thine owne desiring Yet liue thou in her loue and dye in her admiring 4 Thus oft the hopelesse Boy complayning lyes But she that well could guesse his sad lamenting Who can conceale loue from loues mothers eyes Did not disdaine to giue his loue contenting Cruell the soule that feedes on soules tormenting Nor did she scorne him though not nobly borne Loue is nobility nor could she scorne That with so noble skill her title did adorne 5 One day it chanc't thrice happy day and chance While loues were with the Graces sweetly sporting And to fresh musique sounding play and dance And Cupids selfe with Shepheards boyes consorting Laught at their pritty sport and simple courting Faire Venus seates the fearefull Boy close by her Where neuer Phoebus Iealous lookes might eye her And bids the Boy his Mistris and her name descry her 6 Long time the youth bound vp in silence stood While hope and feare with hundred thoughts begun Fit Prologue to his speech and fearefull blood From heart and face with these post-tydings runne That eyther now he 's made or now vndone At length his trembling words with feare made weake Began his too long silence thus to breake While from his humble eies first reuerence seem'd to speake 7 Faire Queene of Loue my life thou maist command Too slender price for all thy former grace Which I receiue at thy so bounteous hand But neuer dare I speake her name and face My life is much lesse-priz'd than her disgrace And for I know if I her name relate I purchase anger I must hide her state Vnlesse thou sweare by stix I purchase not her hate 8 Faire Venus well perceiu'd his subtile shift And swearing gentle patience gently smil'd While thus the Boy persu'd his former drift No tongue was euer yet so sweetely skil'd Nor greatest Orator so highly stil'd Though helpt withall the choisest artes direction But when he durst describe her heau'ns perfection By his imperfect praise disprais'd his imperfection 9 Her forme is as her selfe perfect Caelestriall No mortall spot her heauenly frame disgraces Beyond compare such nothing is terrestriall More sweete then thought or pow'rfull wish embraces The map of heauen the summe of all the Graces But if you wish more t●uely limb'd to eye her Than fainting speech or words can well descry her Look in a glasse there more perfect you may spy her Cant. 6. The Argument The Boyes short wish her larger grant That doth his soule with blisse enchant Whereof impatient vttering all Inraged Ioue contriues his thrall 1 THy crafty arte reply'd the smiling Queene Hath well my chiding and not rage preuented Yet might'st thou thinke that yet 't was neuer seene That angry rage and gentle loue consented But if to me thy true loue is presented What wages for thy seruice must I owe thee For by the selfe same vow I here auow thee What euer thou require I frankly will allow thee 2 Pardon replies the Boy for so affecting Beyond mortallity and not discarding Thy seruice was much more than my expecting But if thou more thy bounty-hood regarding Wilt needes heape vp reward vpon rewarding Thy loue I dare not aske or mutuall fixing One kisse is all my loue and prides aspiring And after starue my heart for my too much desiring 3 Fond Boy sayd she too fond that askt no more Thy want by taking is no whit decreased And giuing spends not our increasing store Thus with a kisse his lips she sweetly pressed Most blessed kisse but hope more than most blessed The Boy did thinke heauen fell while thus he ioy'd And while ioy he so greedily enioy'd He felt not halfe his ioy by being ouer-ioy'd 4 Why sighst faire Boy sayd she dost thou repent thee Thy narrow wish in such straight bonds to stay Well may I sigh sayd he and well lament me That neuer such a debt may hope to pay A kisse sayd she a kisse will backe repay Wilt thou reply'd the Boy too much delighted Content thee with such pay to be requited She grants he his lips heart soule to payment cited 5 Looke as a Ward long from his Lands detain'd And subiect to his Guardians cruel lore Now spends the more the more he was restrain'd So he yet though in laying out his store He doubly takes yet findes himselfe grow poore With that he markes and tels her out a score And doubles them and trebles all before Fond Boy the more thou paist thy debt still grows the more 6 At length whether these fauours so had fir'd him With kindly heate inflaming his desiring Or whether those sweete kisses had inspir'd him Hee thinkes that some thing wants for his requiring And still aspires yet knows not his aspiring But yet though that hee knoweth so she gaue That he presents himselfe her bounden slaue Stil his more wishing face seem'd some what else to craue 7 And boldned with successe and many graces His hand chain'd vp in feare he now releast And asking leaue courag'd with her imbraces Againe it prison'd in her tender breast Ah blessed prison prisners too much blest There with those sisters long time doth he play And now full boldly enters loues high way While downe the pleasant vale his creeping hand doth stray 8 She not displeased with this his wanton play Hiding his blushing with a sugred kisse With such sweete heat his rudenesse doth allay That now he perfect knowes what euer blisse Elder loue taught and he before did misse That moult with ioy in such vntri'd ioyes trying He gladly dies and death new life applying Gladly againe he dyes that oft he may be dying 9 Long thus he liu'd slumbring in sweete delight Free from sad care and fickle worlds annoy Bathing in liquid ioyes his melted sprite And longer mought but he ah foolish Boy Too proud and to impatient of his ioy To woods and heau'n and earth his blisse imparted That Ioue vpon him downe his thunder darted Blasting his splendent face and all his beauty swarted 10 Such be his chance that to his loue doth wrong Vnworthy he to haue so worthy place That cannot hold his peace and blabbing tongue Light ioyes float on his lips but rightly grace Sinckes deepe and th' hearts low center doth imbrace Might I enioy my loue till I vnfold it I 'de lose all fauours when I blabbing told it He is not fit for loue that is not fit to hold it FINIS

time and leasure Enioy while yet thou mayst thy lifes sweet pleasure Too foolish is the man that starues to feed his treasure 8 Loue is lifes end an end but neuer ending All ioyes all sweetes all happinesse awarding Loue is life wealth nere spent but euer spending More rich by giuing taking by discarding Loue 's lifes reward rewarded in rewarding Then from thy wretched heart fond care remooue Ah should thou liue but once loues sweetes to prooue Thou wilt not loue to liue vnlesse thou liue to loue 9 To this sweete voyce a dainty musique fitted It's well-tun'd strings and to her notes consorted And while with skilfull voyce the song she dittied The blabbing Echo had her words retorted That now the Boy beyond his soule transported Through all his limbes feeles run a pleasant shaking And twixt a hope feare suspects mistaking And doubts he sleeping dreames broad awake feares waking Cant. 3. The Argument Faire Cythareas limbes beheld The straying Lads heart so inthral'd That in a Trance his melted spright Leaues th'sences slumbring in delight 1 NOw to the Bower hee sent his theeuish eyes To steale a happy sight there doe they finde Faire Venus that within halfe naked lyes And straight amaz'd so glorious beauty shin'd Would not returne the message to the minde But full of feare and superstitious awe Could not ●e●●e or backe their beames with-draw So fixt on too much seeing made they nothing saw 2 Her goodly length stretch't on a Lilly-bed A bright foyle of a beauty farre more bright Few Roses round about were scattered As if the Lillies learnt to blush for spite To see a skinne much more then Lilly-white The bed sanke with delight so to be pressed And knew not which to thinke a chance more blessed Both blessed so to kisse and so agayne be kissed 3 Her spacious fore-head like the clearest Moone Whose full-growne Orbe begins now to be spent Largely display'd in natiue siluer shone Giuing wide roome to beauties Regiment Which on the plaine with loue tryumphing went Her golden haire a rope of pearle imbraced Which with their dainty threds oft times enlaced Made the eie think the pearle was there in gold inchased 4 Her full large eye in ietty-blacke array'd Prou'd beauty not confin'd to red and white But oft her selfe in blacke more rich display'd Both contraries did yet themselues vnite To make one beauty in different delight A thousand loues sate playing in each eye And smiling mirth kissing faire courtesie By sweete perswasion wan a bloodlesse victory 5 The whitest white set by her siluer cheeke Grew pale and wan like vnto heauy lead The freshest Purple fresher dyes must seeke That dares compare with them his fainting red On these Cupio winged armies led Of little loues that with bold wanton traine Vnder those colours marching on the plaine Force euery heart and to low vassēlage constraine 6 Her lips most happy each in others kisses From their so wisht imbracements seldome parted Yet seem'd to blush at such their wanton blisses But when sweete words their ioyning sweet disparted To th' eare a dainty musique they imparted Vpon them fitly sate delightfull smiling A thousand soules with pleasing stealth beguiling Ah that such shew's of ioyes should be all ioyes exiling 7 The breath came slowly thence vnwilling leauing So sweet a lodge but when she once intended To feast the aire with words the heart deceiuing More fast it thronged so to be expended And at each word a hundred loues attended Playing ith'breath more sweete then is that firing Where that Arabian onely bird expiring Liues by her death by losse of breath more fresh respiring 8 Her chin like to a stone in gold inchased Seem'd a faire i● well wrought with cunning hand And being double doubly the face graced This goodly frame on her round necke did stand Such p●ll●r well such curious worke sustain'd And on his top the heauenly spheare vp rearing Might well present with daintier appearing A lesse but better Atlas that faire heauen bearing 9 Lower two breasts stand all their beauties bearing Two breasts as smooth and soft but ah alas Their smoothest softnes farre exceedes comparing More smooth and soft but naught that euer was Where they are first deserues the second place Yet each as soft and each as smooth as other And whē thou first tri'st one thē the other Each softer seemes then each each then each seemes smoother 10 Lowly betweene their dainty hemisphaeres Their hemisphaeres the heau'nly Globes excelling A path more white then is the name it beares The lacteall path conducts to the sweet dwelling Where best delight all ioyes sits freely dealing Where hundred sweetes and still fresh ioyes attending Receiue in giuing and still loue dispending Grow richer by their losse and wealthy by expending 11 But stay bold shepheard here thy footing stay Nor trust too much vnto thy now-borne quill As farther to those dainty limbes to stray Or hope to paint that vale or beautious hill Which past the finest hand and choycest skill But were thy Verse and Song as finely fram'd As are those parts yet should it soone be blam'd For now the shameles world of best things is asham'd 12 That cunning Artist that old Greece admir'd Thus farre his Venus fitly portrayed But there he left nor farther ere as it'd His Daedale hand that Nature perfected By arte felt arte by nature limitted Ah! well he knew though his fit hand could giue Breath to dead colours teaching marble liue Yet would these liuely parts his hand of skill depriue 13 Such when this gentle boy her closly view'd Onely with thinnest silken vaile o'er-layd Whose snowy colour much more snowy shew'd By being next that skin and all betray'd Which best in naked beauties are aray'd His spirits melted with so glorious sight Ran from their worke to see so splendent light And left the fainting limbes sweet slumbring in delight Cant. 4. The Argument The swonding Swaine recouered is By th'Goddesse his soule rapting blisse There mutuàll conference and how Her seruice she doth him allow 1 SOft-sleeping Venus waked with the fall Looking behind the sinking Boy espies With all she starts and wondereth withall She thinkes that there her faire Adonis dyes And more she thinkes the more the Boy she eyes So stepping neerer vp begins to reare him And now with loue himselfe she will confer him And now before her loue himselfe she will preferre him 2 The Lad soone with that dainty touch reuiu'd Feeling himselfe so well so sweetly seated Begins to doubt whether he yet here liu'd Or else his flitting soule to heau'n translated Was there in starry throne and blisse instated Oft would he dye so to be often saued And now with happy wish he closly craued For euer to be dead to be so sweet ingraued 3 The Paphian Princesse in whose louely breast Spitefull disdaine could neuer find a place When now she saw him from his fit releast To Iuno leauing wrath and scolding base