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	know_v	love_v	12,241	5	6.1095	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B07531	Here begynneth the Complaynte of them that ben to late maryed	Copland, Robert, fl. 1508-1547.	1518 (1518)	STC 5728.5; ESTC S123101	5,611	16

¶ Here begynneth the complaynte of them that ben to late maryed ⸫ AFter playes sportes and daunces of solace We must thynke to come to prosperyte After that god of his haboundaunte grace Wyll prouyde how that I may gouerne me In mynde I purpose wedded to be In a better lyfe may no man lyue in Than to be maryed and lyfe out of synne All yonge louers sholde them so affyle That they loue trewely and so for to lyue With ardaunte wytte and perfyte style All vnto goodnesse themselfe for to gyue Than may they be sure that they shall thryue So wyll I lyue in maryage clene and pure To goddes be houe in creasynge of nature To longe haue I lyued without ony make All to longe haue I vsed my yonge age I wyll all for go and a wyfe to me take For to encreace both our twoos lynage For saynt Iohn̄ sayth that he is sage That ayenst his wyll doth hym gouerne And our lordes preceptes hym selfe for to lerne There is no greter pleasure than for to haue A wyfe that is full of prudence and wysdome Alas for loue nyght I am in poynte to raue These cursed olde men haue an yll custome Women for to blame / both all and some For that thy can not theyr myndes full fyll Therfore they speke of them but all yll Now syth that I haue my tyme vsed For to folowe / my folysshe pleasaunces And haue my selfe oftentymes sore abused At plaes and sportes / pompes and daunces Spendynge golde syluer and grete fynaunces For faut of a wyfe the cause is all To late maryed / men may me call The holy sacramente of maryage Before holy chyrche was ordeyned For to encrease humayne lynage He that doth other wyse is not receyued Before god / thus was man guerdoned With woman for to lyue at his owene wyll He is a fole that elles where doth nature spyll I haue done as the labourer doth That somtyme is payned with trobyll grete For he leseth his payne for certayne soth That in the hye waye sotweth his whete Well I perceyue that I dyde me forgete Or that I put me in to housholde I haue lost my seed my worke is but colde Women and maydens / both good and yll With me I helde my selfe for to please The one dyde rebell / the other abode styll Other made me well at myn ease Cupydo than came me for to cease Venus lyghted her bronde of fyre For suche seruyce suche guerdov hyre Late mary Thus rauysshed in this sayd abusyon I was taken with a cauteious wyle That me thought to make conclusyon Of my weddynge within a whyle But yet dyde they me begyle They caused me for to make grete dyspence For I was no soner wed through my neglygence I wolde do make comune I wys My propre goodes so was I lyght Of wytte and was all wayes redy as is A man of armes in poynt to fyght Other whyles I went me ryght In to places my selfe solysytynge But nother frequented that beynge Yf I with helde ony praty one Swetely ynough she made me chere Sayenge that she loued no persone But me / and therto she dyde swere But whan I wente fro that place there Vnto another she dyde as moche For they loue none but for theyr poche I had fyue or syxe companyons That haunted with me euery houre But I haue knowen to suche garsons In secrete they haue done socoure yf that they enioyed my paramoure With grete payne durste I it to them saye Force me was to kepe counseyll alwaye I wote well that I haue ryght sore varyed For to haue wylled for to lyue alone For to haue ben to late maryed For that I haue herde so longe a gone For she that abandoneth to more than one I dare wyll swere and ther with it sustyne That she abandoneth vnto a dosayne Folysshe regardes full of vanyte I kest ouer swarte and eke contrauers To daye I had peas rest and vnyte To morowe I had plete processe dyuers Breke I dyde dores and fenesters Sargeauntes met me by the waye And enprysoned both me and my praye Subiecte I was to a meyny of bawdes And vnto a grete company of brothelles Whiche to me brought an hepe of rybaudes Dronkardes that loued well good morselles Knaues theues that wolde pyke quarelles I gaue them clothes I knewe not theyr vse There is none so subtyll but loue doth hym abuse Alas I haue all my tyme spent and lost Whiche for to recouer is impossyble Spent haue I nature at grete expens and cost Ayenst the ryght canon and of the holy byble Offens done to god neuer ceasyble In daunger for to for fayte bothe soule lyfe By defaute for to haue taken vnto me a wyfe Lyke vnto a best and hors or an asse That careth not for to tomble in the fen yf that ony with me playenge there was An other to helpe I wolde go then Mo gallantes a man sholde se than ren After a wentche and lepe and hytche Than dogges do about a farowinge bytche She wolde to no maner a man escondyte Eche one she appetyted for to receyue Takynge therein pleasure and delyte To the ende theyr syluer for to haue But in the stede chyldren to conceyue Botches pockes / and goutes they engendre In hedes and in legges and in euery menbre In this maner of sykenesse many ther be That ben Impotentes hanged and dede But lytell semblaunce they make on to se Taken as they ben / not beggynge theyr brede Hast you to be wedded thus I you rede Vnto the ende that ye be not cappable Of this grete daunger / deedly and vncurable Now am I out of this daunger so alenge Wherfore I an gladde it for to perseuer Longe about haue I ben me for to renge But it is better to late than to be neuer Certes I was not in my lyfe tyll hyther So full of Ioye that doth my herte in spyre Wedded folke haue tyme at theyr desyre Out am I now of thought dole and mone Lyuynge euer more ryght amorously For I haue a wyfe by my selfe alone At my cōmaundement both late and erely And yf it happen that I loke heuely My wyfe me kysseth than she me colleth And ryght woman there she me consolleth To that I wyll haue done she is redy Neuer wyll she ayenst my wyll saye She doth to me the best that she can truely Nothynge of my volenty she doth me naye Yf I be angred or trobled ony waye Redy she is to chaunge my purpose Vnto the ende that I may haue all my repose I haue me all to longe refrayned Furnysshe I can not to all her pleasyre And for to promyse her I am constrayned More than I can do to her desyre She appetyteth it moche doth me enspyre Gorgyously shewynge her fayre corsage But I am all caduc and wery for age I ought for to haue by this many chyldren Some sporte and playe some at fyre