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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mind_n	heart_n	spirit_n	word_n	6,047	5	4.2045	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16762	The mothers blessing	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1602 (1602)	STC 3669; ESTC S104773	11,646	42

much for such respect suffice thee Let honour valour truth and wit allure thee Or neuer of a faithfull friend assure thee For pa●entage affect equalitie For l●●ing vertue ioind with eloquence For bountie wisedomes liberalitie For valou● resolutions patience For pro● ●bour with experience For ho●our vertues inclination For spirit graces inspiration Th● ch●● fri●d if thou wil● fauour any For 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 they that cannot alter nature But fauo● fewe for if thou mak'st of many Thou wilt be held a simple witted creature Take heed therefore of a dissembling feature Sound the condition and approue it ●ound Before thy faith be to thy fauour bound But if thou find'st a minde of that true worth That is not matcht in all the brokers shops Whence thou canst draw that true loues liquor forth Which is not season'd with vnsauery hops While faiths strong pillars need no vnderprops All as a Phaenix do esteeme that friend With whom thy life with thy affection end But if a smoothing tongue a fleering face A capping knee with double diligence By close colloging creepe into thy grace To make an vse of thy magnificence Know he will but abuse thy patience Away with such and from thy care discard them They purchase bur disgrace that regard them And if he seeke to vndermine thy thought And go about thee with a bad inuention And do denie thy due desire in ought That may performe the truth of his intention Or stand on ●ermes in causes of contention Then do thus much for thy assurance know A hollow friend is but a hellish foe And now for knowing of thine enemy Let this suffice for reasons true direction Who doth intrude into thy company And make a shewe of too too much affection Such nimble wits haue euer in reiection And by a serpents hisse and beare-whe●pes eie Mistrust the treason of an enemie If he perswade thee to disloyall thought Imagine him a villaine in the height If that he haue with wanton humors wrought Know that an Idoll is the diuels baite And if he cheat thee with a gaming sleight In cares discretion leaue his company And hold him for a cunning enemy If he importune thee with borrowing Or carelesse liue vpon thy purses spending Or daily put thee off with morrowing Till want do make thee wearie of thy lending Then in the care of better thrif●s commending Shake o● a varlet in his villany And hold him for an inward enemy But leauing more of friends or foes to speake The one too fewe the other all too many So many friends their friendships daily breake That fewe are faithfull if that fewe be any The Sunne so soone the painted f●e wil● tawny Tha● he that hath the world well ouergone Finde foes too many friends but fewe or none 〈◊〉 when thou wilt a seruant fitly chuse Haue great regard vnto his qualitie Lest lacke of care thy kindnes do abuse Allow no counterfeit formalitie No prigging theft nor prodigalitie No pot companion nor no prating knaue Not lazie Rascall nor vncomely slaue 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●ggard nor sheep-biter dogge 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 night-walker nor game player 〈◊〉 ●ing copes-mate nor no grunting hogge 〈◊〉 swearer brabbler nor way layer 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Iester nor soothsayer No da●ie tooth nor double diligence Nor him that hath a world wide conscience But sober honest wittie thriftie kinde Good shape good face expert and laborous Good hand good heart good spirit good minde Discreetly carefull but not couetous Faithfull and firme in perfect truths approuing And think that seruant kindly worth the louing Now if thy sernant vnawares offend In secret giue him reprehension But if you see he care not to amend Nor of aduice take better apprehension Mistrust his spirit of some ill intention Away with him and turne him to disgrace And seeke to put a better in his place But last of all and not the least in charge I wish thee looke into thy loues consort For when the heart hath left the eye at large Venus commaunds where Cupid scales the fort As all too many all too true report Be carefull therefore in thy thoughts affection That they be gouern'd by a good direction Beautie with vertue honour ioynd with kindnesse Wit with some wealth and person without pride True noblenesse without ambitious blindnesse Faire haird straight bodied sweet countenance and cleare ●ide A spirit where no poison doth abide Where these sweet birds do all in one bush sing Who would not spend his life in such a spring But if she be ilfauour'd blind and old A prattle basket or an idle slut A sleepie huswife or a hatefull scold Or such a sparrow as will not keepe cut Spoile not thy teeth with cracking such a nut For in the world there is no greater hell Then in a house with such a hagge to dwell Or if complexion with condition meete A Croidon sanguine and a currish nature A minde that treads good manners vnder feete A sorrell foretop and a sowish feature God blesse thee sonne from such a wicked creature And let thee rather leade a single life Then kill thy selfe to liue with such a wife Learne then to chuse the best and leaue the worst And chusing well make much of such a choise And thou shalt see while other liue accurst Thy heart and soule shall inwardly reioyce Oh heartie loue is such a heau'nly voyce As he that know it or doth kindly heare it Will finde no musicke in the world come neare it But I will leaue thee to the heau'ns direction Beseeching God of his high heauenly grace To settle so the care of thy affection It take no roote in an vnworthy place But that a virgins eye and Angels face So make thee ioyfull of thy happie chaine That fancie bound would not be free againe But that this course and euerie other care May purchase and continue thy content And that thy soule may liue where vertues are The happie soules eternall ornament To him that fram'd the highest firmament Thy heart and soule in loue all humbly bow And to his will thy seruice truly vow At morne at noone at euening day and night Vnto his mercie do confesse thy sin And begge of him to cleare thy blinded sight And teach thy spirit how it may begin To finde the way that gracious loue may win Pray weepe and cry vntill thou hast obtained Into his seruice to be entertained And when thou feel'st the spirit of that grace That rules the heau'ns come downe into thy hart And so thy thoughts in order all to place That vertue do dispose of euery part When thus thou feelest that thou blessed art Pray for continuance of that comforts blisse That keepes the soule it cannot go amisse And when thou feel'st the loathing of that sinne That long misled that mournfull soule of thine And the true way of grace art entred in That doth the soule to sacred loue encline And doth assure thee of the loue diuine Then let thy heart thy minde and spirit sing

all earths treasure but as trash despise Let not thy folly lose ●hat wit hath got Nor lose an Art by lacke of exercise Yet let no labour honor preiudice Be wisely sparing but not miserable And rather die then be dishonorable Feare not a Giant for his monstrous shape The diuell cannot goe beyond his bounds Nor learne to play the Monkie with an Ape But keep thy selfe within discretions bounds And keep thee frō the worm the cōscience wounds Thus in thy way let wisedome euer guide thee And be assur'd no euill can betide thee Do not awake the Lion in his denne Nor thinke the Foxe a foole before you trie him Nor put an Eagle in a Capons penne Nor trust a Wolfe if that you come too nigh him But come not neare him if you can goe by him For rauening beasts haue wonderfull wide lawes And spoile what euer comes within their clawes Beate not the aire with hammers in thy head Whose dreaming labours will but dull thy wit And do not put thy siluer into lead Except thou make a double gaine of it And euer do that may thine honor fit Know trades traffique merchants their wares But spend thy spirit in more noble cares Be not condemned for a common Louer I meane loue maker to a world of weemen For care can hardly credit lost recouer And who are bound can neuer well be free men Beautie hath cunning in her eyes to see men For where she leads the heart vnto her eies She leads it finely to fooles paradies Boast not vpon the brauery of youth Nor sco●ethe weaknesse of decrepit age But hold this for a principle of truth Death hath a part vpon this worldly stage Where none can scape the furie of his rage A Tragedie where old and young are slaine But spight of death the vertuous liue againe Spend not thy ●res vpon a selfe conceit In grieuing for that neuer can be had Nor let thy wit an idle will await VVhere giddi● humors are inclin'd to gad And let not melancholy make thee mad For better shut thine eyes from such a light Then haue thy heart tormented by the sight Spare to discourse vpon experience And alwaies rather answere then demaund And let no passion shewe impatience But make entreatie where thou maist commaund And neuer be with flatterers ouerfawnd Nor stand too much vpon thine owne opinion How euer Pallas marke thee for her minion Let not a Princesse fauour make thee proud No● g●ue too much vpon a small disgrace Be● 〈◊〉 affection to a filthy dowd No●●ake an Idoll of a painted face No● loue a colt but of a coursers race No● vow thy seruice to mistaken Saints VVhose truest tytles are but honors Saints Weare not a feather in a showre of raine Nor swagger with a Swiser for his swill Put not thy spirit vnto too much paine In searching secrets farre aboue thy skill And know a halbert from a hedging bill And euer note those noble points of nature That truly make an honorable creature Forbeare thy fury on a suddaine rage Yet in thy right be euer resolute And let true patience choller so asswage That honors quarrell may be absolute Lest rashnes too much reason ouershute For carefull valor in a cause of strife Strengthens the hart and giues the spirit life Flie Machiuile his vile instructions Which are but poysons to a princely minde And noted well are but destructions That do the world with wicked humors blinde And do the soule to hellish seruice binde Where nothing for gaine must be forbidden While diuels in the shape of men are hidden Note what is done by whom and how and when And marke what issue growes of each euent If by the sword the purse or by the pen And where the honor of the action went And how to take it for a president For many things haue many times bene done That had bene better nere had bene begun Know all the courses that thou canst attaine But follow onely that may do thee good In questions alwaies make thy meaning plaine Obscured thoughts are hardly vnderstood But let not choller ouerheate thy bloud So shall thy feare of fortunes force be small And thou shalt stand when other men do fall Take heed my sonne thy soule be not deceiued With any straunge or all too strong illusion For cares best wit cannot be misconceiued Which sees the force of follies close intrusion While heedlesse will brings wit vnto confusion Be wise my sonne in heau'nly wisedomes booke And thou shalt angle with no diuels hooke Loue not a Iester nor a hackney Iade Time is but lost in either of their triall Rather regard the mattocke and the spade And take the sunne to be thy truest diall Where thou shalt see the foole a knauish spiall Shake off the lowse that hangs vpon thy cloathes And hate the swearer that is full of oathes The ru●ian 〈◊〉 by and the rascall flye But loue the vertuous valiant and the kinde Looke towards heauen and let the world go bye And make thy body subiect to thy minde How ere thou winkest be not wilfull blinde But looke into the glory of that grace That makes the faithfull spit in sathans face Confound the diuell with the word of God Looke to thy soule it is the speciall part And loue the life that death hath ouer●rod And to thy Sauiour wholly giue thy hart Who saues his seruants from ●fernall smart And when thy greatest sorrow doth assail● thee Trust in his mercie that will ●er faile thee Mine owne deare sonne I am no deepe diuine But what my God hath taught me that I teach thee Beseeching him to blesse that soule of thine That no illusion euer ouerreach thee Nor wilfull sinne of lacke of grace imp●ach thee Nor faithlesse thought may euer so deface thee But that his mercie euer will embrace thee But for my notes of natures obseruation● By long experience to my paines reuealed Where truths cōstructiōs made those 〈◊〉 That too much proofe hath for assurance 〈◊〉 Which priuate care hath from the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 To thee my sonne and for thy good I hope I do this casket of my Iewels ope Esteeme them richer then a masse of gold And part not with them for a world of wealth For such a treasure is not to be sold As is both for the soule and bodies health Then leaue them not vnto vnworthy 〈◊〉 But in thy bosome locke them as their 〈◊〉 Till good occasion bid thee 〈◊〉 the● 〈◊〉 And when thou find● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 minde And leads thee to the ground 〈◊〉 of thy good Go forward still and further seeke to finde How best the substance may be vnderstood That after purging breeds the liuely blood And thou shalt feele such pleasure in thy paine As idle spirits haue no power to gaine And ere I grow too fast vnto an end Let me a litle furthermore aduise thee Be carefull in affecting of a friend Least subtill kindnesse cunningly surprise thee And let thus