Selected quad for the lemma: love_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	ghost_n	holy_a	son_n	10,008	5	5.5913	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05208	The: iiii: leues of the trueloue		1510 (1510)	STC 15345; ESTC S109370	8,102	18

The .iiii. leues of the trueloue Holde this a token 〈◊〉 for your sake I shall it take IN a mornyng of may whā medowes cā sprȳge Braunches and blossomes of bryght colours As I wente by a well on my playenge Thorowe a mery orcharde sayenge myn oures Where byrdes full bysely began for to synge The bowes to borge on borde to the browes I was ware of a may that made mornynge She sate and syghed amōge the fayre floures so swete ¶ She made mournynge ynoughe Her wepynge dyd my herte woo To a derne I me droughe Her wyll for to knowe ¶ Stylly I stalked and stode in that stede To wytte of her wyll and of her wylde thought Then cast she her kercheffes the calle of hede Wronge she her handes and wrothly she wrought ¶ She sayd mylde mary ryght thou my rede Of all the welthe of the worlde wolde I nought But sende me some solase or sone I shall be dede A syghte of that selcath I haue it longe sought with care ¶ Then spake the turtyll on a tree With fayre wordes and free Bryght byrde of bewte Why syghest thou so sore ¶ O fayre foule spare not thy speche nor thy spell They kerpynge doth me comforte to herken and bere All my wyll and my thought wolde I the tell My wo and my wandrynge and thou wolde come nere ¶ Then he lyghted louely with her for to dwell To comforte the comly and euer her chere She blyssyd his body with boke and with bell And loued our lady that sente her that fere so fre ¶ Whan I was sory Besought I our lady And she sente me company Blessyd maye she be ¶ O fayre foule full of loue so mylde and swete To medle on a mater nowe we maye begynne Trueloue I haue sought fer by waye and bystrete In many fayre orchardes where floures be in ¶ So ferre as I haue soughte sawe I none yet Full fewe I haue founde of more or ot myn Bryght byrde of ble my sorowe myght thou bete Wolde thou me wysshe wysely a trueloue to wynne with ryght ¶ For when I wene sonest To fynde loue best Then so feble is it fest And fareth all on flyght ¶ The wytte of wymen is wonder to here Is all thy sory syghynge to seke a loue true All thy lyfe dayes may thou seke neuer none be nere But yf thou had counsayle of one that I knewe ¶ Yf thou beset to seke trueloue I shall the lere Where it is spryngynge euermore newe Without ony fautynge full fayre and full clere Or castynge of coloures or chaungynge of hewe full y are ¶ I dare baldly saye Thre is no loue that lasteth aye Without treason or traye But yf it begyn there ¶ Loke where thou fyndest growyng a truloue gresse That with .iiij. leues fully is set aboute The fyrst lefe we maye lyken to the kynge of blysse He that wrought all the worlde with in and without ¶ He made heuen with his hande and all paradyse And this mery mydell erthe without ony doubte All the welthe of the worlde holly is his In whome we ought to lyue lowe for to loute full we le ¶ Holde we this in mynde Tyll we may these felawes fynde The true loue and kynde That neuermore shall kele ¶ The seconde lefe of the trueloue I lyken to goddes sone That to the fyrst lefe is felawe and fere The thyrde to the holy goost togyder they wone All hole in a godhede and persones thre ¶ They be rulers of water sonne and of mone The fourth lefe of pryce without ony pere Whan the comly kynge is set in his trone Comly of colours and curteyse of chere with grace ¶ All this worlde he began And of wyndes and waters wan Then he marked man After his owne face ¶ Fyrst he made Adam and than he made Eue He put them in to paradyse in grete degre Forbyddynge nothynge to hym and his wyfe But a grene apple that dyde growe on a tre ¶ Than sory sathanas sought them belyfe To awake our wo cursed myght he be Then toke they the apple that styred moche stryfe The foule fende was glad that syght for to se for tene ¶ The fyrst leue was wo Whan floures fell hym fro That his frendes sholde to hell go For an apple grene ¶ Then began the fyrst lefe to mourne for vs all For his holy handy werke that was forlorne Gabryell to hym he dyde call Forth came he comly and kneled hym beforne ¶ He sayd to mylde mary on message thou shall To bere her gladde tydynges of her I wyll be borne Thus he sent his sone out of his hye halle To the mylde mayde on a mery morne and her gret ¶ Gabryell with the fayre face Sayd mary full of grace Pyerles in euery place With myrth thou arte met ¶ Thou salte conceyue a chylde comly and clere All the bale of the worlde in the it shall be let She sayd that were a meruayle I a chylde sholde bere For I was neuer maryed with no man yet ¶ He sayd beholde to thy cosyn that hath cōceyued to yere Elyzabeth in her age that longe hath ben led O lorde I am thy mayde sayd mary so dere And holy in thy seruyce is my herte set full styll ¶ Blyssed be the swete wyght That goddes sone in lyght Become man full of myght With the faders wyll ¶ Now is the seconde lefe for our loue moost Lyght in the lady that gabryell grete Without ony treason true for to tryst With myrthe in a mayde is god and man met ¶ This is the fader and the sonne and the holy goste Thre lefes of loue without ony lette The fourth is a mayde chosen for chaste Suche another truloue was neuer in londe sette for bote ¶ The fourth lefe maye neuer fall But euer they sprynge shall So gentely they Ioyne all On a ryche roote ¶ Now hathe the thyrde lefe a swete felowe taken For loue in lady is our lady lyght Ioseph her wedded and with her dyd gone In the cyte of bethelem there buylded the bryght ¶ Bytwene an oxe and an awe pryde was there none A blessyd chylde there was borne on crystmas nyght There rose a sterre stabely shewed and shone Thre kynge of colayne theron hadde a syght and sought ¶ They offered to hym as they wolde Myrre Rykyls and golde He thanked them many folde And to blysse he them brought ¶ Vnhappy Herode the tydynges herde tell That a chylde was borne that kynge sholde be He dyde make messagers and sende them full snell To slee all male chyldren in that countre ¶ They lefte none alyue but all dyd they kyll They spytted thē on spere poyntes grete pyte was to se Ioseph with his wedded wyfe wolde no longer dwell But ledde her in to Egypte with her leues thre for to saue ¶ The chyldren coude theyr dethe take For the trueloue sake More myrthe they dyde make For hym selfe wolde they haue ¶ Yet wolde