Selected quad for the lemma: love_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	great_a	know_v	love_v	11,022	5	5.9202	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B09777	[Joy after sorrow], being the sea-mans return from Jamaica:, or, The lovely lasses late lamentation for the long absence of her dearest beloved friend a voyage to Jamaica he pretends: but at his comming home makes her amends. To an excellent new tune, called, My love is gone to Bohemy, or, Wet and weary.	L. P. (Laurence Price), fl. 1625-1680?	1648 (1648)	Wing P3369; ESTC R234925	1,642	3

Joy after Sorrow Being the Sea-mans return from Jamaica Or the lovely Lasses late Lamentation for the long absence of her dearest beloved Friend A Voyage to Jamaica he pretends But at his comming home makes ber amends To an excellent new tune called my Love is gone to Bohemy or wet and weary THere was a Maid as I heard tell which fell in desperation She lov'd a Young-man passing well which brought her in vexation The Young-man had the Maid beguil'd the matter so was carried For he had gotten her with Child before that they were married Which caus'd this Maid to make great moan and often times to speak so My belly is up and my heart is down and my Love is gone to Jamaica He was my joy and hearts delight and well my mind contented But now hée 's gone out of my sight I sorely am tormented Whilst he with me was living here heaven knows I lov'd him dearely But now my heart will burst with care it touch●th me so nearly I sigh I sob and I make great moan the cause wherefore I speak so c. My Love was wondrous kind and frée when as first he came a woing And many good guifts he gave to me because he would be doing My Love gave me a Beaver Hat methought it was br●ve and bonuy And a gallant Love-fancy to weare in it which cost five pound in mony but now I weep and make great moan the reason why I speak so c My Love gave me a Silken Gown with rich and costly Laces Ther 's not a br●ver in the Town it all the rest surpasses My Love gave me a gay gold Ring and Bracelets made of Amber He also gave me a better thing when he had me in his Chamber I sigh I sob and I make great moan the reason why I speak so My belly is up and my heart is down for my Love is gone to Jamaica MY love gave me a Holand smock and bid me for to weare it One night 'twixt ten eleven a clock I 'm sure he did not teare it My Love gave me a Feather bed to lye on when I was weary On which he had my Maiden-head when he had made me merry but since dame fortune she doth frown this makes me sigh and speake so My belly is up and my heart is down and my Love is gon to Jamaica And since that time I am possest with many griefs I tell yée In head in side in back and breast but chiefly in my belly Oh that my love were here againe I 'm sure he would befriend me And use a meanes to cure my pain and take a course to mend me I sigh I sob and I make great moan the reason why I doe so c. If I had Icarus wings to flye I doe so greatly mind him Then I would soone beyond the Seas and séeke till I could finde him If that he were in France or Spain or els in High Spaniclo I 'de surely méet with him again so closely would I follow The Indies and the Wildernesse and hollow caves I de seek to And every place both more and lesse bel●nging to Jamaica Thus many a woful day and night the Damsel lay lamenting Before her love appear'd in sight to yéeld her hearts contenting But mark what hapned at the last when she so long had mourned The bonny Lad that she lov'd best safely from Sea returned But when she heard her true-true-love speak she knew him by his tongue Sir Her heart did in her belly leap and about his neck she flung Sir Good Lord what kissing there was then with friendly kind embraces Vntill the joyfull tears of them ran down each others faces The very night when this was done as is for certain spoken She was delivered of a Son a fair and goodly token Whereby she alters s●on her tune her fancy made her speak so My heart is up and my belly is down and my Love is come from Jamaica Soon after that the Seaman bold he having of mony plenty Cast in her lap ten pound in gold and halfe crown pieces twenty And since that time they married are whereby their joyes are double And now she sings with a merry chéer being frée from care and trouble My sorrows all are past and gone which makes me sing and speak so My hart is up and my belly is down and Love is come from Jamaica L.P. FINIS Printed for Tho. Vere at the signe of the Angel without New-gate