Selected quad for the lemma: love_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	good_a	heart_n	love_v	13,370	5	6.0885	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B06550	The faithfull woings [sic] of two conntry [sic] lovers. The young-man he with carriage bold, did oft salute the maiden, and unto her these words he told, his heart with love was laden; and if to him her love she'd grant he'd do his best indeavour. To maintain her she should not want, and he'd forsake her never. Because he was poor the maid was coy, and would not have him entertain'd but at last he became her love and joy, and much wealth with her he gain'd.	Wade, John, fl. 1660-1680.	1655-1676? (1676)	Wing W164A; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[102]; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[565]	1,520	1

〈…〉 The Young-man he with carriage bold did oft salute the Maiden And unto her these words he told his heart with love was laden And if to him her love she 'd grant he 'd do his best indeavour To maintain her she should not want and he 'd forsake her never Because he was poor the maid was coy and would not have him entertain'd But at last he became her love and joy and much wealth with her he gain'd AS I was walking forth of late in the prime of the weather I spide a young man and a maid both walking close together The man begun and thus he sung swéet heart do not forgo me Love me little and love me long for I do come to woo thee Maid Woo me good sir for what intent you surely do but jear me I ne're knew yet what Love meant how then should I love you dearly I am too young to be a wife and no love I can afford ye I hold still best a single life my Maiden head will not load me Man Ye do but jest swéet heart quoth he my honour so to stain love My heart is Royal unto thée and so it shall remain love My love is set on none but thée sweacute et heart meaning no harm to do thée Then let all sorrows from thée part for I do come to woo thee Maid It is but in vain young man quoth she to talk of such a matter Then speak no more of Love to me I know you do but flatter For young men they will cog and lye and make much to abode yée But I am resolved a maid to dy my Maiden head will not load me Man 'T is true my dear I must confess that is but a light carriage Yet I wish I had the happiness to joyn with you in marriage Though I cant court and complement with fine spéeches to thée My heart is good and fully bent at this time for to woo thee Maid ALas good sir your time you waste it so séems by your talking If that you be in such haste I pray you now be walking The door is wide you may be gone no love I can afford ye I had rather still to lye alone my Maiden-head will not load me Man What is the cause my Dear of this you should be so offended If I have spoke any thing amisse it shall be straight way amended But what I speak is from my heart meaning no harm to do thée Then let all sorrows from thée part for my minde is still to woo thee Maid I sée sorrow with you is rife and joy doth much refrain ye But if I should become your wife pray how would you maintain me That is a thing to consider on If love I should afford yee Yet rather still to lye alone my Maiden head will not load me Man To maintain thée my hearts delight I 'le do my best indeavour I 'le work for thée both night and day and I 'le forsake thée never In wealth and woe on thée I 'le tend so thou'lt set no man above me My person thy life it shall defend for dearly I do love thee Maid Well if you do but say and hold what you do want I have it I have seven hundred pound in gold thou shalt quickly crave it All this to thée I 'le fréely give and never more forgo thée But ever after while I live I 'le prove a good wife to thee Man He straight way took her by the hand and a loving kiss then gave her Quoth he I am at your command to do my best endeavour Now I am thine and thou art mine in spight of stormy weather So they both took hand in hand and both went home together Man Let all Lovers think on this and be no more offended And those that have done amiss strive in love to mend it For my own part I gain'd a love the truth I will not smother Though I was poor yet she was rich t'on will help out with t'other FINIS J. W. London Printed by E. C. for F. Coles in Vine-Street near Hatton-Garden