Selected quad for the lemma: nation_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
nation_n	know_v	let_v	praise_v	3,053	5	10.2959	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43441	Hesperides, or, The works both humane & divine of Robert Herrick, Esq.	Herrick, Robert, 1591-1674.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650.	1648 (1648)	Wing H1596; ESTC R37415	144,005	405

such be our expence As for our selves to leave some frankinsence Upon Clunn A Rowle of Parchment Clunn about him beares Charg'd with the Armes of all his Ancestors And seems halfe ravisht when he looks upon That Bar this Bend that Fess this Cheveron This Manch that Moone this Martlet and that Mound This counterchange of Perle and Diamond What joy can Clun have in that Coat or this When as his owne still out at elboes is Upon Cupid LOve like a Beggar came to me With Hose and Doublet torne His Shirt bedangling from his knee With Hat and Shooes out-worne He askt an almes I gave him bread And meat too for his need Of which when he had fully fed He wisht me all Good speed Away he went but as he turn'd In faith I know not how He toucht me so as that I burn And am tormented now Love's silent flames and fires obscure Then crept into my heart And though I saw no Bow I 'm sure His finger was the dart Vpon Blisse BLisse last night drunk did kisse his mothers knee Where he will kisse next drunk conjecture ye Vpon Burr BUrr is a smell-feast and a man alone That where meat is will be a hanger on Vpon Megg MEgg yesterday was troubled with a Pose Which this night hardned sodders up her nose An Hymne to Love I Will confesse With Cheerfulnesse Love is a thing so likes me That let her lay On me all day I le kiss the hand that strikes me 2. I will not I Now blubb'ring cry It Ah! too late repents me That I did fall To love at all Since love so much contents me 3. No no I le be In fetters free While others they sit wringing Their hands for paine I le entertaine The wounds of love with singing 4. With Flowers and Wine And Cakes Divine To strike me I will tempt thee Which done no more I le come before Thee and thine Altars emptie To his honoured and most Ingenious friend Mr. Charles Cotton FOr brave comportment wit without offence Words fully flowing yet of influence Thou art that man of men the man alone Worthy the Publique Admiration Who with thine owne eyes read'st what we doe write And giv'st our Numbers Euphonie and weight Tel'st when a Verse springs high how understood To be or not borne of the Royall-blood What State above what Symmetrie below Lines have or sho'd have thou the best canst show For which my Charles it is my pride to be Not so much knowne as to be lov'd of thee Long may I live so and my wreath of Bayes Be lesse anothers Laurell then thy praise Women uselesse WHat need we marry Women when Without their use we may have men And such as will in short time be For murder fit or mutinie As Cadmus once a new way found By throwing teeth into the ground From which poore seed and rudely sown Sprung up a War-like Nation So let us Yron Silver Gold Brasse Leade or Tinne throw into th'mould And we shall see in little space Rise up of men a fighting race If this can be say then what need Have we of Women or their seed Love is a sirrup LOve is a sirrup and who er'e we see Sick and surcharg'd with this sacietie Shall by this pleasing trespasse quickly prove Ther 's loathsomnesse e'en in the sweets of love Leven LOve is a Leven and a loving kisse The Leven of a loving sweet-heart is Repletion PHysitians say Repletion springs More from the sweet then sower things On Himselfe VVEepe for the dead for they have lost this light And weepe for me lost in an endlesse night Or mourne or make a Marble Verse for me Who writ for many Benedicite No man without Money NO man such rare parts hath that he can swim If favour or occasion helpe not him On Himselfe LOst to the world lost to my selfe alone Here now I rest under this Marble stone In depth of silence heard and seene of none To M. Leonard Willan his peculiar friend I Will be short and having quickly hurl'd This line about live Thou throughout the world Who art a man for all Sceanes unto whom What 's hard to others nothing's troublesome Can'st write the Comick Tragick straine and fall From these to penne the pleasing Pastorall Who fli'st at all heights Prose and Verse run'st through Find'st here a fault and mend'st the tre'passe too For which I might extoll thee but speake lesse Because thy selfe art comming to the Presse And then sho'd I in praising thee be slow Posterity will pay thee what I owe. To his worthy friend M. John Hall Student of Grayes-Inne TEll me young man or did the Muses bring Thee lesse to taste then to drink up their spring That none hereafter sho'd be thought or be A Poet or a Poet-like but Thee What was thy Birth thy starre that makes thee knowne At twice ten yeares a prime and publike one Tell us thy Nation kindred or the whence Thou had'st and hast thy mighty influence That makes thee lov'd and of the men desir'd And no lesse prais'd then of the maides admir'd Put on thy Laurell then and in that trimme Be thou Apollo or the type of him Or let the Unshorne God lend thee his Lyre And next to him be Master of the Quire To Julia. OFfer thy gift but first the Law commands Thee Julia first to sanctifie thy hands Doe that my Julia which the rites require Then boldly give thine incense to the fire To the most comely and proper M. Elizabeth Finch HAnsome you are and Proper you will be Despight of all your infortunitie Live long and lovely but yet grow no lesse In that your owne prefixed comelinesse Spend on that stock and when your life must fall Leave others Beauty to set up withall Upon Ralph RAlph pares his nayles his warts his cornes and Raph In sev'rall tills and boxes keepes 'em safe Instead of Harts-horne if he speakes the troth To make a lustie-gellie for his broth To his Booke IF hap it must that I must see thee lye Absyrtus-like all torne confusedly With solemne tears and with much grief of heart I le recollect thee weeping part by part And having washt thee close thee in a chest With spice that done I le leave thee to thy rest TO THE KING Upon his welcome to Hampton-Court Set and Sung VVElcome Great Cesar welcome now you are As dearest Peace after destructive Warre Welcome as slumbers or as beds of ease After our long and peevish sicknesses O Pompe of Glory Welcome now and come To re-possess once more your long'd-for home A thousand Altars smoake a thousand thighes Of Beeves here ready stand for Sacrifice Enter and prosper while our eyes doe waite For an Ascendent throughly Auspicate Under which signe we may the former stone Lay of our safeties new foundation That done O Cesar live and be to us Our Fate our Fortune and our Genius To whose free knees we may our temples tye As to a still protecting Deitie