Selected quad for the lemma: love_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	faith_n	heart_n	love_v	9,402	5	6.3927	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04055	An new enterlude of impacient pouerte newly imprynted. Foure men may well and easely playe it. Peace, Coll hassarde and Concience for one man. Haboundaunce and Mysrule for a nother man. Impacient pouerte, Prosperyte, [and] pouerte, for one. Enuy and the Somner for a nother man.; Impatient poverty.		1561 (1561)	STC 14113; ESTC S109084	15,068	34

your resydence And gotten your selfe a good name Consc Who so doeth they are to blame In mysorderyng them in suche wyse enuye y wis cosyn I shewe you as now is the guyse For by couetyse muche people doeth vp ryse whiche is against both you and me Conscy Charyte I praye you shewe what remedy In this matter for me may be founde enuye Shortly get you to wyldernes or some other regiō For they wyll hange you vp at the Tyborne If they fynde you in this place And I muste departe also Consci This is to me muche sorowe and wo I wyll go into some farre countre Fare well gentyll cosyn charyte enuye I shall praye for you praye ye forme This is an heauy departyng E●plorat I can in no wyse forbeare wepyng yet kesse me or ye go For sorowe my harte wyll breke in two Is he gone then haue at laughyng Asyr is not this a ioly game That conscience doeth not knowe my name Enuy in fayth I am the same what nedeth me for to lye I hate conscient peace loue and reste Debate and stryfe that loue I beste Accordyng to my properte when a man loueth well his wyfe I brynge theym at debate and stryfe This is sene daylye Also betwene syster and brother There shall no neyghbour loue another where I dwell bye And nowe I tell you playne Of one man I haue dysdayne Prosperyte men do hym call He is nye of my blood And he to haue so muche worldly good That greueth me worst of all prospe Iesus that is both stedfast and stable Euer perseueraunt and neuer mutable He saue this congreacion enuye welcome pouerte by coxs passion Ho we haue ye done this many a daye Prospe I thanke god as well as any man may ye call me wrong my name ia prosperyte Enuye Prosperyte with an euyll happe Howe the deuyll fortunest that I knewe the impacient pouertie prospe Whatsoeur I was let that matter pas And take me as I am enuye I crye you mercy I was to blame To call you by your olde name yet all these people thynke ye are the same Impacient pouertie as I sayd before prospe Auaunt I tell the I am a gentylman bore If I here the reporte suche wordes anymore Thou shalt be punyshed lyke a knaue enuye A knaue quod a cors passion I am your owne cosyn And nye of your consanguynyte prospe Thou and I are not of one affinyte enuye If I were a ryche man ye would not saye so by me ye wold then saye I were your next kynsmā on lyue Prospe I saye go hence and make no more stryfe I set not by suche a pore haskarde enuye Syr do not you knowe my name Prospe I knowe the not by saynt Iame. Enuye Charyte in fayth I am the same what nedeth me for to lye I am your cosen and so wyll I dye ye may be glad suche a kynsman to haue prospe Shall we haue more a do yet thou knaue I charge the neuer knowe me for thy kynne enuye I praye you a worde or I go prospe Saye on shortly then haue I do enuye Syr I haue of golde thre hundreth pounde In a bagge faste y bounde At home loked in my cheste I purpose to go to Ierusalem ye shall kepe it tyll I come agayne I putte you best in truste prospe Cosyn I would fayne do the beste Because ye are nere of my bloode enuye what are ye nowe in that moode Nowe I am your kynsman because of my good Before of me he had dysdayne prospe As fore that I was to blame I knew you not be not angrye ye are welcome to me cosyn charytie enuye Then all these matters let be I come hyther with you to dwell ye must haue moseruntes I do you tell Suche as were necessare for your person prospe I am content after your prouysion In euery thyng let it be done As ye thynke moste expedient enuye Syr I shall do myne entent To gett you seruauntes mo Prospe I prraye you hertely it may be so A lytle season I wyll from you go To solace me with some recreacion Exit Enuye He that sytteth aboue the mone Euermore be in your protection Aha here is a sporte for a Lorde That prosperytie and I be well at accorde I shall bryng his thryft vnder the borde I truste within short space For it greueth my harte ryght sore He hath so muche treasure in store And I haue neuer the more I must fynde some proper shyfte That from his good he may be lyfte To bryng hym to misrule I holde it beste For he can sone bryng it to passe Here mysrule syngeth without commyng in How what rutterkī haue we her I would he were our subchauntere Because he can so well synge Feytes bone shere pour lamour de asynt Iohn mysru Mon ●uer iocunde is set on a mery pynne By my trouthe I am disposed to reuelyng Enuye So me thynketh by your commyng in What mysrule where hast thou bene many yeres By my trouth euen amonges my peres mysru By my trouth euen amonges my peres I came now stragiht from the stewes From lytle prety I one Lorde that she is a prety one Enuye Holde thy peace let that alone Harke a worde or twayne to the I dwell nowe with prosperitie whiche hath muche worldly treasure If thou can contryue in thy thought Howe that he may be brought to nought In all this worlde I desyre no more misrule Tushe take no thought therfore I con prouyde for that in the best wyse Enuye Then let me heare thy deuyce misrule I wyll brynge hym to classhe cardes and dyse And to propre trulles that be wanton and nyce which wyll not be kept at a small pryce Howe thynkest thou wyll not this do well Enuye yes but harken in counsell Thou must chaunge thy name mysru I wyll saye I hyt myrth Enuye And I wyll saye thesame Peace whyst I se hym come Prospe God saue all this honorable company enuye Syr you be welcome by our blessed 〈◊〉 I haue thought for you full longe Here is gentylman I praye you for my sake Say he is welcōe into your seruice hī take For great courtesy he can Prospe Syr you be welcome geue me your hande And shew me what is your name mysru Syr my name is myrth Beloued with lordes and ladyes of byrth At euery tryumphe I am them with They can me not ones forbeare Enuye And ye had sought this thousand yeare Suche another ye shall not fynde wherfore I counsell you in my mynde Let hym dwell with you for one yer prospe At your request I am content Suche a prete man for me were expedient And of his counsell fayne woulde I here mysrule Syr ye must synge and daunce make good chere I would ye had some propre wenche That were yonge and lusty at a pynche Here hele were not so brode as an ynche She would quycken your courage prospe Peace hath forbydden me the outrage Enuye He