Selected quad for the lemma: love_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	life_n	love_v	world_n	11,617	5	5.1244	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B02869	The dying young man, and the obdurate maid, or, A strange and wonderful relation of a young man that dyed for love ... with the maids perplexity for loss of her love, and how likely she is to dy [sic] for the same cause ... To the tune of, Fancies phenix.		1654-1665? (1665)	Wing D2958B; ESTC R174797	1,693	1

The dying Young-man and the obdurate Maid OR A strange and wonderful Relation of a Young-man that dyed for love about the midest of this present Iune with the Maids perplexity for loss of her love and how likely she is to dy for the same cause worthy the view of all young-men and Maids both in Country and City delightful to all hurtful to none To the Tune of Fancies Phenix COme you young men and maidens fair For unto you I will now declare And likewise I will hear unfold As true a tale as er● was told Of a young man that oft did cry Sweet grant me love or else I dye Fair Maids I pray you lend an ear And you the truth thereof shall hear And of these times come take a view No damage thereby will insue Admit not your love too oft to cry Sweet yield Reliefe or else I dye The young mans Complaint Dear love when first I cast mine eye Vpon thy feature and beauty My heart did burn in such a flame That I could never quench the same And doth continue constantly Sweet yield Relief or else I dye Maids reply King Sir your mind I will make known The less you●r mine the more your own For on that side I cannot hear Yet thank you kindly for your fear No cause at all I can espy For to give credit to your cry Man Dear Love thou lodgest in my heart And from thence shall ne'r depart Dread Cupit hath wounded me so Then do not prove my mortall fo Which forceth me inceasantly To cry sweet love me or I dye Maid Swéet Sir your sute is all in vain Without a cause you do complain Young-men I know can counterfeit And séem to be lovers compleat Vs silly Maidens for to try But we their actions do defie Man Dear love do not obdurate prove But this my wo and grief remove And ease me now that am oprest So that I may have peace and rest For in thy love my heart doth fry Sweet yield relief or else I dy Maid Sir to me you a stranger are Then wherefore for me should you care Some thing to mitigate your pain Come home I wil you entertain If I may prove the remedy You for love shall never dye Man Then receive this kiss my dear That I give the in token here I love thee dearer then my life Intending to make thee my wife Ten thousand times happy am I That thou lovest me assuredly The second part To the same Tune HE kept his time and to her came But she proved a scornfu● dame Her entertainment was harsh and course And her reproaches ten times worse Farwel déer heart thus did he cry T is for thy love that I must dye Straight home he came and went to bed Whereupon fancies still he fed And for twelve dayes he there did ly In griveous wo and misery And ever and anon did cry T is for thy love that I must dye Four lines apiece of the four following verses was found written in his own Trunck since his departure His Complaint THy heart is harder far then flint And will not suffer Cupits plint But vears his Arrowes back to Iove Hard hearted thou that canst not love My life is now in Ieoperdy T is for thy love that I must dye And when I dye true lovers mourn Deck all your heads with witherd corn Wear on each hand a sable glove To testifie I dyed for love Proclaim it in the strées and cry T was for her love that I did dye Then bear me softly by her door And with your mourning breads deplore Cry loud look down you gods above On her that kills him for her love To all the world go testifie T was for her love that I did dye Last build my Tomb of lovers bones Laid round about with marble stones My Schoshon being a Venus Dove To signifie I dyed for love For whilst I live in flames I fry And so farewel lo here I dye Imediately in came the Maid His Cofin made heart to dread And to inquire who there did dy That within that house did ly She being told wept bitterly And said I do deserve to dye And since that hour continues still Beyond any Physitians skill Her sorrows daily do increase Her burning feavors do not cease She frets and grieves unceasantly Confessing she deserves to dye Young men and maids that love intend These lines unto you I commend To those that love you prove most true And do not change them fo● a n●w Give eare to those that truth doth tell And so I bid you all farwel London Printed for John Andrews at the White-Lyon near Py-Corner