Selected quad for the lemma: mind_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mind_n	affection_n	heart_n	will_n	3,446	5	5.9272	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15662	Wither's motto nec habeo, nec careo, nec curo.	Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1621 (1621)	STC 25928.7; ESTC S123336	39,771	92

the value of her pelfe And though to Gentry nor good breeding born Can all that haue estates beneath her scorn This wit a Woman hath and shall not I Who know I haue a Wealth which none can buy For all the world expect a nobler phere Then sutes vnto a hundred pounds a yeere Shall loue of Truth and Vertue make of me A match no better worthy then is He Who knowes not what they meane and doth possesse In outward fortunes neither more nor lesse Haue I oft heard so many faire ones plaine How fruitles Titles are how poore and vaine They found rich greatnes where they did not find True Loue and the endowments of the mind Haue fayrest Ladies often sworne to me That if they might but onely Mistresse be Of true affection they would prize it more Then all those glories which the most adore Haue I obseru'd how hard it is to find A constant heart a iust and honest mind How few good natures in the world there are How scanty true affection is how rare And shall I passe as true a Heart away As hath conceiu'd an honest thought to day As if in value to no more it came Then would endeare me to a vulgar Dame On equall termes or else vndoe me with Some old rich Croan that hath out-liu'd her teeth I 'le rather breake it with proud scorne that dead The wormes may rifle for my Mayden-head I haue no loue to beauties which are gone Much like a Rose in Iune assoone as blowne Those painted Cabinets and nought within Haue little power my respect to win Nor haue I yet that stupid loue to pelfe As for the hope thereof to yoke my selfe With any female betwixt whom and me There could not in the soule a marriage be For whosoeuer ioyne without that care Fooles and accursed in their matches are And so are you that either heare or view What I auerr vnlesse you thinke it true I haue no meaning whensoere I wed That my companion shall become my head Nor would I if I meant to keepe my right So much as say so though that win her might Not though a Dutchesse for the meanes I le vse To keepe my worth though my reward I loose Yea from a prison had she raised me Lord of her fortunes and her Selfe to be I that respect would still expect to haue Which might become her Husband not her slaue And should I spouse a Begger I would shew What loue and honor to a wife were due I haue not yet of any skorned binn Who●e good opinion I haue sought to winn Nor haue I when I meane to woe a feare That any man shall make me willow weare I haue not eyes so excellent to see Things as some men can do before they be Nor purblinde sight which crimes farre off can mark● Yet seeme no faults which are more neare me dark I haue not cares for euery ●ale that 's told Nor memory things friuelous to hold I haue not their credulity that dare Giue credit vnto all reports they heare Nor haue I subiect to their dulnes beene Who can bele●ue no more then they haue seene I haue no feeling of those wrongs that be By base vnworthy fellowes offerd me For my contentment and my glory lyes Aboue the pitch their spight or malice flyes I haue not neede enough as yet to serue Nor impudence to craue till I deserue I haue no hope the worlds esteeme to get Nor could a foole or knaue e're brooke me yet I haue not villany enough to prey Vpon the weake or friendship to betray Nor haue I so much loue to life that I Would seeke to saue it by dishonesty I haue not Cowardise enough to feare In honest actions though my death be there Nor heart to perpetrate a wilfull sinne Though I with safety large renowne might winne And for omitting it were sure to dye Ne'r to be thought on but with infamy I haue not their base cruelty who can Insult vpon an ouer-grieued man Or tread on him that at my feet doth bow For I protest no villany I know That could be done me but if I perceiu'd Or thought the doer without faigning grieu'd I truely could forgiue him as if hee Had neuer in a thought abused mee And if my loue to mercy I belye Let God deny me mercy when I dye I haue not that vnhappinesse to be A Rich mans Sonne For he had trained me In some vaine path and I had neuer sought That knowledge which my pouerty hath taught I haue no inclination to respect Each vulgar complement nor neglect An honest shew of friendship For I sweare I rather wish that I deceiued were Then of so base a disposition be As to distrust till cause were giuen me I haue no Constitution to accord To ought dishonest sooner for a Lord Then for his meanest Groome and hopes there be It neuer will be otherwise with me I haue no pollicies to make me seeme A man well worthy of the worlds esteeme Nor haue I hope I shall hereafter grow To any more regard for saying so I haue no doubt though here a slighted thing But I am fauorite to Heau'ns great King Nor haue I feare but all that 's good in me Shall in my Life or Death rewarded be But yet I haue not that attain'd for which Those who account this nothing thinke me rich No● that which they doe reckon worth esteeme To whom the riches of the min●e doe seeme A scornefull pouerty But let that go Men cannot prize the Pearles they doe not know Nor haue I power to teach them for if I Should here consume my gift of Poesie And wholy wast my spirits to expresse What rich contents a poore estate may blesse It were impossible to moue the sense Of those braue things in their intelligence I haue not found on what I may relie Vnlesse it carry some Diuinitie To make me confident for all the glory And all hopes faile in things meere transitory What man is there among vs doth not knowe A thousand men this night to bed will goe Of many a hundred goodly things possest That shall haue nought to morrow but a Chest And one poore Sheet to lie in What I may Next morning haue I know not But to day A Friend Meat Drinke and fitting Clothes to weare Some Bookes and Papers which my Iewels are A Seruant and a Horse all this I haue And when I dye one promist me 〈◊〉 Graue A Graue that quiet close● of Content And I haue built my selfe a Monument But as I liue excepting onely this Which of my wealth the Inuentory is I haue so little I my oath might saue If I should take it that I nothing haue Nec Careo ANd yet what Want I or who knoweth how I may be richer made then I am now Or what great Peere or wealthy Alderman Bequeath his sonne so great a Fortune can I nothing want that needfull is to haue Sought I no more then Nature bids

got let men vnto my shame Hereafter turne Let me become the fable A talke of fooles Let me be miserable In all mens eyes and yet let no man spare Though that would make me happy halfe a teare Nay which is more vnsufferable farre Then all the miseries yet spoken are Let that deare Friend whose loue is more to me Then all those drops of Crymson liquor be That warme my heart and for whose onely good I could the brunt of all this Care haue stood Let him forsake me Let that prized Friend Be cruell to and when distrest I send To seeke his Comfort let him looke on me With bitter scorne and so hard-hearted be As that although he know me innocent And how those miseries I vnderwent In loue to him He yet deny me should One gentle looke though that suffice me could And truly grieu'd to make me bring in place My well knowne Foe to scorne me to my face Let this befall me and with this beside Let me be for the faulty friend belide Let my Religion and my honestie Be counted till my death Hypocrisie And when I die let till the generall Doome My Name each houre into question come For Sinnes I neuer did And if to this You ought can adde which yet more grieuous is Let that befall me to So that in Me Those comforts may encrease that springing be To helpe me beare it Let that Grace descend Of which I now some portion apprehend And then as I already heretofore Vpon my Makers strength relying swore So now I sweare againe If ought it could Gods glory further that I suffer should Those Miserie 's recited I nor care How soone they ceazd me nor how long they were For He can make them Pleasures and I know As long as he inflicts them will doe so Nor vnto this Assurance am I come By any Apothegmes gathered from Our old and much admir'd Phylosophers My Sayings are mine owne as well as theirs For whatsoe're account of them is made I haue as good experience of them had Yea when I die though now they sleighted be The Times to come for Them shall honour me And praise that Minde of mine which now perchance Shall be reputed foolish Arrogance Oh! that my Lines were able to expresse The Cause and Ground of this my Carelesnesse That I might shew you what braue things they be Which at this instant are a fire in me Fooles may deride me and suppose that This No more but some vaine-glorious Humour is Or such like idle Motion as may rise From furious and distempered Phantasies But let their thoughts be free I know the Flame That is within me and from whence it came Such things haue fill'd me that I feele my braine Wax giddy those high Raptures to containe They raise my Spirits which now whi●ling be As if they meant to take their leaue of me And could these Straines of Contemplation slay To lift me higher still but halfe a day By that Time they would mount to such a height That all my Cares would haue an end to Night But oh I feele the fumes of flesh and bloud To clog those Spirits in me and like mudd They sincke againe More dimly burne my fires To Her low pitch my Muse againe retires And as her Heauenly flames extinguishtbe The more I find my Cares to burthen mee Yet I beleeue I was enlightned so That neuer shall my Spirit stoope so low To let the seruile thoughts and dunghill cares Of common Minds entrap me in their snares For still I value not those things of nought For which the greatest part take greatest thought Much for the world I care not and confesse Desire I doe my care for it were lesse I doe not care for ought they me could harme If with more mischiefes this last Age did swa●e Yea such poore Ioy I haue or Care to see The best Contents these Times can promise Me And that small feare of any Plague at all Or Miseries which on this Age may fall That but for Charitie I did not care If all those comming stormes which some doe feare Were now descending downe For Hell can make No vpro●re which my peacefull thoughts may shake I founded haue my Hopes on him that hath A shelter for me in the day of w●ath And I haue trust I shall without a maze Looke vp when all burnes round me in a blaze And if to haue these Thoughts this Mind known Shal spread Gods praise no further then mine owne Or if This shall no more instructiue be To others th● it glory is to Me Here le● i● perish and he ●led by Into Obliuion euerlastingly For with this Mind I can be pleas'd as much Though none but I my selfe did know it such And he that hath contentment needs not care What other me● opinions of it are I care not though for many griefes to come To liue an hundred yeare● it were my Doome Nor care I though I summon'd be away At Nigh● to Morrow-m●ning or to Day I care not whether This you read or no Nor whether you beleeue it if you doe I care no● whether any Man suppose All This from Iudgement or from Rash●es flowes Nor meane I to take Care what any Man Will thinke thereof Or Comment on it can I care not who shall fondly censure it Because it was not with more M●thod writ Or fram d in imitation of the Straine In some deepe Grecian or old Romane vaine Yea though that all men liuing should despise These Thoughts in Me to heed or Patronize I vow I care not And I vow no lesse I care not who dislikes this Carelesnesse My Minde 's my Kingdome and I will permit No other● Will to haue the rule of it For I am free and no mans power I know Did make me thus nor shall vnmake me now But through a Spirit none can quench in me This Mind I got and this my Mind shall be To Enuy. NOw looke vpon Me Enuy if thou dare Dart all thy Malice shoot me eu'ry where Try all the wayes thou canst to wake me feele The cruell sharpenes of thy poys'ned steele For I am Enuy-proofe and scorne I do The worst thy cancred spight can vrge thee to This Word I care not is so strong a Charme That He who speakes it truely feares no harme Which thy accursed Rancor harbor may Or his peruersest Fortunes on him lay Goe hatefull Fury Hagge goe hide thou then Thy snakie head in thy abhorred Deu. And since thou canst not haue thy will of Me There Damned Fiend thine owne Tormentresse ●e Thy forked stings vpon thy body turne With Hellish flames thy scorched entrailes burne From thy leaue Carkasse thy blacke sinn●wes teare With thine owne Venome burst and perish there Nec Habeo nec Careo nec Curo A Postscript QVite through this Iland hath my Motto rung And twenty dayes are past since vp I hung My bold Impreza which defiance throwes At all the malice of faire Vertues foes