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	love_v	see_v	11,238	5	3.6618	3	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B05020	The scornful maid, and the constant young-man. With mocks and taunts she doth him jear, as in this ditty you may hear; yet no denyal he would have, but still her favour he did crave: yet at the last she granted love, and vowed she would constant prove; yet in this ditty you may find, it is money that doth a bargain bind. Tune of, Times changling I will never be: or, Sawny, or, A fig for France.	Robins, Thomas, fl. 1672-1685.	1685 (1685)	Wing R1659; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[81]	1,708	1

The Scornful Maid and the Constant Young-Man With mocks and taunts she doth him jear As in this ditty you may hear Yet no denyal he would have But still her favour he did crave Yet at the last she granted love And vowed She would constant prove Yet in this Ditty you may find It is Money that doth a bargain bind Tune of Times Changling I will-never be Or Sawny Or A Fig for France ALL hail all hail thou Lady gay the glory of the world to me More beautious in mine eyes I say then Venus in her prime could be One smile from thee I now do crave If so much favour I could have One smiling glance from that twinkling eye Will save my life or else I dye Stand back good sir what would you have your speeches let me understand What is the thing that you do crave do not you think me to trappan What beauty here Sir can you spy Hands off I pray come not me nigh Either a smile or else a frown I think will serve for such a Clown What ails my dearest hearts delight sweet Lady now be not so coy Thou seem'st to be an Angel bright in thee is all my earthly joy Then do not seek my life to spill But grant me love for my good will One glance from that bright twinkling eye Will make me for to live or dye The Second Part to the same Tune O Fie away thou fondling now my very heart thou vexest sore I scorn such py'd-Nose Iacks as thou pack pack I say come here no more That Maid which sets her love on thee May say she is blind and cannot see The durtiest Drabin all the Town May prove too good for such a Clown Oh say not so my only joy I am the man which loves thee dear Thy speeches doth me sore annoy but yet thy love I do not fear In time I hope thou wilt change thy mind For all thou seem'st at first unkind One smiling glance c. Good Sir I pray this answer take you spend your time in vain on me I pray you seek some other Mate my heart doth scorn thy base degree What do you think I am so blind To have a Clown by birth or kind Oh no I pray you come not me nigh For I scorn my shooes thou should'st untye VVell Lady now if it be so that I no favour here can have But now by force from thee must go some other Maidens love to crave This Gold and Silver I will let flie Before the next shall me deny For all thou termest me such a Clown I have a Year five hundred pound T is not your Gold good sir that shall tempt me to yield unto your will That Maid which comes when you do call will find you have but little skill In this same case you do profess To please a Maid I do protest I see no skill that you can have To give a Maid what she doth crave If that be all my dearest Dear if that thou please me but to prove Then of my skill thou needst not fear lo I have here what Maids do love Here is Gold and Silver come and see VVith all delights to pleasure thee Therefore some favour to me show Before that I from hence do go VVhat dost thou think I am so fond to yield my freedom here for Gold Or dost thou think I dote on means O no it never shall be told That money shall my Master be Therefore come thou no more at me Be gone be gone stand not to prate For fear I break thy Clownish pate Then fare you well thou scornful Dame for seeing it won't no better be Yet I must needs set forth thy fame of all the Maids that e're I see For beauty rare within mine eyes No Man can win a rarer prize If thou would yield to me thy love I constant always vow to prove Well Sir if you will constant prove as now you do profess to me Then I do grant to thee my love and I vow to prove as true to thee Here is hand and heart to thee I give And I vow to love thee while I live VVhat more can you desire of me For a constant wife I will prove to thee If it be so my Dearest Dear thou shalt never have cause to repent For costly cloathing with Iewels rare I have to give my Love content Here is my hand my heart is thine And blessed be the hour and time That thou didst grant thy love to me Come now we will go and Married be By T. Robins FINIS Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden-Ball in West smithfield