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	true_a	9,910	5	5.1266	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B00382	The lovers dreame: who sleeping, thought he did imbrace his love, which when he wak'd, did no such matter prove; yet afterwards her love he did enjoy, by sending a letter by a trusty young boy. To the tune of, I laid me downe to sleepe.		1633 (1633)	STC 16864A; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.7[196]	1,662	2

The Lovers Dreame Who sleeping thought he did imbrace his Love Which when he wak'd did no such matter prove Yet afterwards her Love he did enjoy By sending a Letter by a trusty young Boy To the tune of I laid me downe to sleepe AS I was walking all alone and musing in my minde With many a sigh and grone I studied how to find Some dainty pleasant Theame to write unto my Love And I fell in a dreame and marke how it did prove I laid me downe to sléepe thinking my Love lay by But when I did awake my dreame it prou'd a lye I sweat and I am cold I fréeze and am a fire I sée and cannot behold the thing that I most desire Thus dreaming as I lay me thought she smil'd on me Which did increase my joy such happinesse to sée I spake unto my Love and she did answer make But so it did not prove when as I did awake Me thought I saw my Love and with her I did stray Hard by a pleasant Grove where we a while did stay But time that swift doth goe did run too suddenly O time why didst thou so thou mad'st my Love to cry But when I saw her eyes bedew'd with brinish teares Then I did soone surmise her heart was struck with feares And I did soone require some reason for to know Her answer did admire my heart with joy and woe Quoth she I love thee deare yet so I dare not say Because I live in feare of my true Loves decay My Father he is rich and I his onely Heire And he at me will grutch to wed on 's poore and bare Me thought I answer made that I was yong and faire And having Art and Trade I bade her not take care With that me thought she smil'd and to me she did say My Love be reconcil'd and I le be thine for aye My mind was thus imploy'd and yet I nothing do I thought I 'd got a Bride but yet it was not so Me thought I had my will according to my mind But I do want it still my Love proves not so kind The second Part To the same Tune THus sléeping still I lay betwixt hope and despaire But at the breake of day O then began my care When as I did awake and found it nothing so Then for my true Loves sake I did lament with woe I cannot come my Love to the place where thou art But I will write to thée if thou wilt take my part The complaint of my poore heart receive it as you will My Love may ease my smart or she my heart may kill My heart is not mine owne nor I at liberty All joyes are from me gone alacke what remedy I would I were in place where my true Love doth rest And then I would imbrace the joyes that I like best Would Jove would pleased be for to transforme my shape That I unknowne may see my Love and so escape And yet I would be seene of her and none but she And thus I would begin Faire Lady pitie me But some perchance may say that I my Love would fright To those I answer Nay she is my hearts delight Although I wish to change my selfe in some mans hue Yet I would not seeme strange unto my Lover true And if I find her coy and grieved with vexation Yet I with her will play to gaine my expectation Then happily she will consider of my woe Thus I will use my skill and glad to please her so I would I had some Page that would to me be true In haste to run a voyage that my true Love may view This Letter of my griefe and send me some reply If she yeeld no reliefe alacke then must I die Then straight a Page he sent unto her hastily At whose returne content was brought him speedily When his true Love did view his writing in such kind Quoth she I will be true and so my Loue shall find O haste thou little Page make haste unto my Love That death may cease his rage and joyes may sorrowes move And I my selfe will come before the breake of day When darknesse is begun then I le steale hence away My Father must not know what you about do come For if he should be so my Love were quite undone Therefore make haste againe and save my true Loves life I will release his paine and prove his loving wife FINIS Printed at London for I. W. dwelling in Gilt-spur street