Selected quad for the lemma: love_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	know_v	let_v	love_v	11,229	5	6.1289	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B02864	The dying lovers reprieve. Or, The reward of true love. With sighs and tears her love he doth desire, since Cupid hath his senses set on fire; his torment and his pain to her he shews, with all his protestations and his vows: at last she yields to grant him some relief, and make him joyful after all his grief. Tune of, Digby's farewel; or, Give me the lass, &c. With allowance. Ro. L'Estrange.		1674-1679? (1679)	Wing D2953; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[85]; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[119]	1,660	1

The Dying Lovers Reprieve OR The Reward of True Love With sighs and tears her love he doth desire Since Cupid hath his senses set on fire His torment and his pain to her he shews With all his protestations and his vows At last she yields to grant him some relief And make him joyful after all his grief Tune of Digby's Farewel Or Give me the Lass c. With Allowance Ro L'Estrange FAirest and dearest to thee I am bound For love and affection thy servant to be Your skill I desire to heal up my wound There 's none in the world that can cure it but thee Then dearest be pleased to do your endeavour And I 'le be your servant to wait on you ever And thus you compel me unto you to cry Grant me thy affection or else I shall dye The ground of my torment to thee I 'le impart 'T was Cupid with 's Arrow that wounded my heart Which pains me and grieves me that I cannot rest brings tears from my eyes deep sighs from my breast Which makes me go mourning to think on my grief My heart lies a burning for want of relief No hopes I have left to be eased of pain Unless you requite me with true love again Then dearest be pleased to hear my request And ease a poor patient and set me at rest For you 'r the Phisitian which can by your art In this sad condition give ease to my heart 'T is onely your love that so much I desire Since thy charming my senses doth fire Then dearest release me out of all my pain And strive to require me with true love again LEt me be so happy your love to imbrace Or why did you shew me your beautiful face Why did you not cover your features so rare Which caused my heart to be caught in a snare Then might I have lived in peace and content never have known what loves torments had ment But now you compel me unto you to cry I prithee love tell me shall I live or dye Your love then restore me and grant what I crave Or else to remove me from hence to the Grave Except you release me no joy I can find Whereby it may ease me and settle my mind For I am inthralled by your rowling eyes And you are the object wherein the fault lies Which makes me go monrning to think on my pain My heart lies a burning for cruel disdain Although for my love you do prove so unkind I cannot retrain but must utter my mind I have been your servant a long time in vain My love it was fervent and doth still remain No hopes to remove it I find to my grief Unless you in pitty do grant me relief Then do not deny me when as I do cry O grant me your favour or else I shall dye Therefore I beseech you to hear my complaint And take some pitty before I do faint For I am cast down with one glance of your eye And when you do frown 't is O then I could dye A smile from your beauty doth ravish my m●●● Because I am pleased when as you seem kind For then I do hope to find some relief At the hand of my dear who hath caused my 〈◊〉 But when I consider you cast me aside O then I do fear you will not be my Bride But this I desire and this I do crave To have some requital for being your Slave And so presume for to venture my Dove To seal with a kiss the Indenture of love Then make me no longer in vain for to cry But now tell me whether I shall live or dye Kind Sir then she said since your love it is tr●● I will heal your wound and be kind unto you For well I have minded your sorrow and pain Which you have endured by my cruel disdain But your fancy to please I grant what you cr●●● And your grief for to ease my body you have Then wipe off your tears and cast sorrows awa● For now I will please you by night and by day These words so revived his sorrowful mind He was overjoy'd for to see her so kind He straightway imbrac'd her and gave her a ki●● To seal as a pledge of a true lovers bliss And so from that instant united in love With constant affection that ne'r shall remove And now they live happy in joy and content And for what is past have no cause to repent Printed for F. Coles T. Vere J. Wright and J. Clarke