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	love_v	see_v	15,121	5	3.6465	3	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08948	[...] or, Cupids wrongs vindicated wherein he that Cupids wiles did discover, is proved a false dissembling lover. The mayd shewes such cause that none can her condemne, but on the contrary the fault's layd on him. To the tune of Cupids cruell torments.; Cupids wrongs vindicated.	M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656?	1633 (1633)	STC 19225; ESTC S119366	1,476	2

〈◊〉 Cupids wrongs vindicated Wherein he that Cupids wiles did discover Is proved a false dissembling Lover The Mayd shewes such cause that none can her condemne But on the contrary the fault 's layd on him To the tune of Cupids cruell torments THe guilefull Crocodile when he his prey would gain That none may spie his wile A mournfull noyse doth feigne So thou false Hypocrite Thy foule deceipt to couer Dost act the part aright of a distracted Louer But raile no more on Loue Nor doe young Cupid wrong For thou didst never proue What doth to love belong Hienna like thou feign'st words of a dying man But falsely thou complain'st with woe I proue it can For like a cheating wretch thou dost on me exclaime But this is but a fetch for thou deseru'st the blame Why dost thou raile on loue Or doe c. Thou knowst I lou'd thée well and purposd thee to haue Thy conscience this can tell thou false dissembling knaue But when I did perceiue thy fickle wauering mind T was time to take my leaue and serue thee in thy kind Then raile no more on loue Nor Cupids cruell wrong For thou didst neuer proue What doth to loue belong Let any one that will be judge twixt thee and mee Why should I loue thee still when thou lou'st two or three Dost thinke I le stand at stake to helpe at the last cast When all doe thee forsake then I must serue at last O raile no more on loue Nor Cupids cruell wrong For thou didst never proue What doth to loue belong Thou com'st to me i th morne and goest to Madge at night Thy mind will quickly turne to which comes next in sight Thou 'lt promise and protest thou wilt haue none but me But when thou seest the rest those vowes forgotten bee Then raile no more on love Nor Cupids c. Dost thinke I cannot heare how thou playst fast and loose Long Mall gaue thee good cheere both Cony Hen and Goose Alas man I haue friends that note thy actions well Thou lou'st for thine owne ends but I thy knauery smell Then raile no more on loue Nor Cupids cruell wrong For thou didst neuer proue What doth to loue belong The second part To the same Tune I Saw last Thurseday night when thou wentst to the Swan With Kate and Winifrite and after you came Nan I know what wine you had and also what was payd Alas poore harmelesse lad wilt thou dye for a Mayd Fye raile no more on loue Nor Cupids cruell wrong For thou didst neuer proue What does to loue belong I Cannot choose but smile to thinke how cunningly Thou wouldst the world beguile with foule hypocrisy For I the wrong sustaine and thou from griefe art free Yet still thou dost complaine that I am false to thee Fye neuer raile on love Nor Cupids cruell wrong For thou didst never proue What doth to loue belong To either man or Mayd For censure I le appeale Which of us may be sayd disloyally to deale Did euer I seeme nice till I was told for truth More oft then once or twice thou was 't a faithlesse youth Fye doe not raile c. Thou mak'st the world beleeue thou for my loue dost pine Indeed thou sore dost grieue with wenches Cakes and wine For my part t is my lot to pray for patience still Untill I have forgot thy ouer-reaching skill Then doe not raile c. Yet though I suffer wrong I needs must prayse thy art Sure thou hast study'd long to act the Mad-mans part Thou canst not sleep nor wake for fancies in thy head Now I doe thee forsake I muse thou art not dead Fye doe not raile c. That Lasse which shall haue thee Who ere has that ill hap Let her learne this of me shee 's caught in follies trap He that dissemble can with one in such a way Hee 'l nere proue honest man beleeue me what I say Then doe not raile on loue Nor Cupids cruell wrong For thou didst neuer proue What doth to loue belong FINIS M.P. Printed at London for F.G.