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	love_v	14,062	5	6.3866	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B05061	The ruined lovers. Being a narrative of a young man that dyed for his cruel mistriss ... who not long after his death ... could not be comforted, but lingered out her dayes in melancholly, fell desperate sick, and so dyed. Tune of, Mock-beggers Hall stands empty.		1675 (1675)	Wing R2215C; ESTC R233655	1,378	1

The Ruined Lovers Being a rare Narrative of a young Man that dyed for his cruel Mistriss in Iune last who not long after his death upon a consideration of his intire Affection and her own coyness could not be comforted but lingered out her dayes in Melancholly fell desperate sick and so dyed Tune of Mock-beggers Hall stands empty MArs shall to Cupid now submit for he hath gain'd the glory You that in Love were never yet attend unto my story For it is new 't is strange and true as ever age afforded A tale more sad you never had in any Books Recorded A Young-man lately lov'd a Maid more than his life or fortune And in her ears the same convey'd for thus he did importune Dear pitty me the Lover cry'd Swéet let thy heart come to me And often said unto the Maid Love me or you 'l undo me I never was ingag'd before I must and will be true to t' ye Love never made me cry and roar untill I saw thy beauty No creature cou'd of flesh and bloud bring more delight unto me Which makes me cry perpetually Love me or you 'l undo me He made Adresses to the Maid and profered to advance her I cannot love thée then she said pray take it for an answer In many wayes he sung her praise Love shot his Arrow thorow me Why did not he do so to thée Love me c. She made him such a strange reply he durst no more come near her Quoth he I will go home and dye once there is nothing dearer The joyes of all the Christian World said he are nothing to me 'T is Death only can set me frée Love me c. He took his Bed he rag'd and burn'd sure this must greatly grieve him His scorching love was quickly turn'd into a burning Feaver And then he dy'd but first he cry'd O! will she not come to me Then sheds a fear his last words were Love me or you 'l undo me The second part Containing the misery sorrow and death of the Maid To the same Tune THe Virgin when she heard news was very greatly troubled And when yse coffin'd Corps she views her woes were all redoubled And hast thou dy'd for me she cry'd thou hast in love out-run me Too late I may thus sadly say Thy death hath quite undone me Had I a thousand worlds I would give them all to restore thée For I am guilty of thy bloud how dare I stand before thée I am a Murdress woe is me Let all true Lovers shun me And I must cry untill I dye Thy death hath c. It is in vain for me to live thy memory will haunt me I only have a short Re●rieve th● sorrown daily daunt me Where ever th● dead Corps do lye Once thou in death hast won me I will be laid a woful Maid Thy d●ath hath quite undone me With that the tears fell from her eyes she could no longer bear it For Love and Death did tyrannize she could no longer bear it Pray have me home to bed she cry'd my sorrows over-run me I am rewarded for my pride Thy death hath quite undone me She took her bed and in her head a thousand frantics dreams are Sadly she lyes and in her eyes a hundred flowing streams are What wretched fool am I cry'd she O whether am I going Poor soul she cry'd and so she dy'd Thy death hath c. Let all fair Maids that are in love by this poor Soul take warning Lest that like her you sadly prove the purchase of her scorning Let all by this mend what 's a miss before grief over-run Lest you be forc'd to die and cry Thy death hath quite undone me FINIS London Printed for F. Coles T. Vere and J. Wright