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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
nature_n	cold_a	youth_n	youthful_a	22	3	11.4253	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A32323	Passion and discretion, in youth and age ...	Calver, Edward, fl. 1649.	1641 (1641)	Wing C316; ESTC R22499	54,467	122

glowing A resolution of thy courage showing This is in youth so farre from being blam'd That it deserveth rather to be fam'd Provided still that reason be thy guide In thy attempts to have thy manhood tryd What lively youth with noble courage fraught To Martiall feats and Descipling well taught It doth deserve the highest commendation It is the pride and safety of a Nation Nay which is more where Mars is thus obey'd It makes the very enemy afraid All this may be admitted this I grant But all this gives thee no such cause to vant Mine owne fraile flesh yea fraile and weake indeed As to presume or bost on such a reed On such a tottering such a feeble stay And which remaines so subject to decay That the most silly creature can be thought May in a moment bring thy strength to nought Or art indu'd with any other part Which would induce to boast of thy desert As wit as knowledge learning Art or such These are indeed to be esteemed much Yea these same pow'rs and faculties of minde I do confesse are of the highest kinde And do deserve the highest commendation Yet these remaine so subject unto passion That these in many do become most vaine Where pow'r is wanting passion to restraine And so much lifts up their conceits therein That they almost forget that they are men This mine owne selfe too often comes to passe Men are deluded looking in this glasse Then let not this which should be all thy stay From thine owne selfe thus steale thy selfe away But rather as the further thou dost learne The further still thou dost thy wants descerne So from the sight of what thou hast not gain'd All pride of what thou hast may be restrayn'd Or hast thou wealth which makes the greatest boast And is the onely thing desir'd of most And that full oft whose radient golden rayes Makes Youth appeare so glorious in our dayes Hast thou I say this worlds deluding grace Which hath almost thurst vertue out of place Yet let it of no such dominion be No such effect mine owne deare heart in thee What though thou hast the meanes which is thy gold To make thee to be wanton vaine and bold Yet Nature in thy face sits so demure That modestie becomes thee better sure What though thou peradventure mayst despence Thy stat 's so great with any small offence Yet do not so offend though not for feare Yet for the love thou dost to vertue beare For vertue in thy brest now seene to blome Will fore-tell friuts of fame in time to come Yea what although thy wealth were of that worth That it could yeeld thee all delights on earth Yet wisedome would advise thee to take heed For moderations sake not to exceed For to be moderate will grace thee more In this thy youth then all thy earthly store And in thy pleasures yeeld thee that content Which grosse excesse could never tast of in 't Besides excesse in any thing 's unfit Though otherwise men do the thing admit Then what mayst thou expect shall be thy gaine If thou exceedst in any thing is vaine As for the most part all the pleasures here Are as abus'd hows'ever they appeare How much so ever they mens tastes delight How beautifull so ever to mens sight Or what content so ever they pretend They are both vaine and failing in the end This is most true though youth may answer no But aske old age and it will say t is so Well grounded age whose horry head is fraught With much experience many yeares have taught And therefore surely mine owne selfe t is meet Though youthfull pleasures for a time be sweet That thou doest alwayes labour to fore-see What may the issue of thy pleasures be That when the pleasures of thy youth be past Repentance brings not sorrow at the last And makes thee in thy age confesse this truth Most idle are the fond delights of youth Passion BUt must I be thus heedfull thus precise Thus in my youth set age before my eyes And through that pale-fac'd object thus be brought To spend my youthfull dayes in carefull thought As if my yeares no pleasure were allow'd Or that my Fate were shaddow'd by a cloud From whence my fortunes most obscure became And I borne onely to bewaile the same Is this my wofull bondage surely no I may take greater liberty then so Youth may be youthfull t is in reason fit Both Law and Nature doth give way to it Then wherefore should I thus my selfe debar Those youthfull pleasures thus admitted are Be Metamorphis'd thus in youth turne old In heate of Nature dry and dull and cold Besides example the contrary teacheth And through the world the practice of it preacheth Youth doth enjoy delights in greatest measure And is besides most capable of pleasure And through the fitnesse of its nature known Delights in youth are to a custome grown Which custome is become the onely praise Of youthfull yeares in these our wanton dayes And therefore he that keepes himselfe retyr'd And shuns those merriments of youth desir'd The world accounts him but a home-bred scrub One crept out of Diogenes his tub Or one whose ingenuitie is small His wit as little breeding none at all And thereupon doth hold him in such scorne As if that he were such a Monster borne As were to nursing nature a disgrace And to the world a blemish in his place This is the censure which the world doth give Of youth which most disconsolately live As knowing their defects to hide the same They keepe themselves from company for shame Now were it wisedome in me do you thinke Whiles I may safely float a loft to sinke Whiles I may swimme in pleasure and in joy To drowne my selfe in sorrow and annoy No doubtlesse this were vaine in me indeed To take such thought in youth were more than need To vexe my selfe I need not go about For sorrowes will come fast enough without I in my way shall meet with griefe and woe Although I seeke not for them as I goe Besides t is certaine if I live till age I then must change my tyre upon the stage And act the part of sorrow in despight Of all my former pleasure and delight T is thus deare selfe what answer dost thou make I now or never must my pleasure take Resolve me therefore make the meaning plaine Shall I abandon all delights as vaine Shall I no more be ravesh'd with delight In courting beauty drest in red and white Must I forsake all recreations past My hawkes my hounds my musicke and the rest And which is most unto the pleasant crew Of my companions must I say adiue Shun all the sweete society of men Hannting with beasts some solitary den And like a carefull object of despaire In stead of scarlet clod my selfe in haire What sayst thou tell me must I mine own heart Become thus chang'd thus alter'd in each part Me thinks I feele thee

Strength is counted vaine Beauty deceitfull wit affords no gaine Art 's little usefull Learning 's lesse regarded Thus things most good becomes most ill rewarded And all because the Authours hand doth place them Where wealth affords not countenance to grace them Oh precious riches whatsoere men say Wealth is the chiefest earthly god beares sway Concludes most cases of the wise approv'd Of most desired and is best belov'd All this is true and yet for my part know I take no care to gaine such riches though My sublime thoughts fly higher and have wings Which carry my desires above such things And in my heart I count such doters vaine As for such trifles doe molest their braine As earthly riches which are gain'd with care And being gotten are possest in feare The sad imployments of such fretting cares Are much unfitting for my tender yeares And quite against my nature which I finde Is unto sweeter liberty inclin'd My Parents they their youthfull time have spent And in their youth tooke part of youths content But now growne staid and wanton thoughts supprest More weighty studyes doe become them best Let them take care for getting gaine not I Their saving wisedome must my want supply The elder for the younger doth provide As by a Law in Nature strictly ty'd Especiall the Parent for the Childe It is the care of creatures bruite and wilde To feede and foster up their young but then Much more the care of reasonable men And afterward if I a Parent be I le doe for mine as Parents doe for me I le then be carefull of these outward things And slip no meanes that show of profit brings But count it duty as it is indeed To make provision for my tender seed The meane time Parents will I hope be won To give me lēave to doe as they have done To seeke to fit my selfe unto the time And like to all things flourish in my prime Now in my youth be youthfully inclin'd With youthfull pleasures satisfie my minde And take those freedomes due unto my state Youth justly pleades its liberties are great Which if my Parents labour to restraine Injustice will appeare therein so plaine That Parents shall be pleased to give way Or I excus'd if I doe not obey Discretion BUt stay mad Passion whether dost thou run Fond and mistaken sense what hast thou done By what illusions hast thou showne thy skill To make my reason subject to my will Thy motives and thy Rhetoricke are such As may perswade and doe perswade too much But soothing Passion whatsoere is past I now resolve to answer thee at last All things created doe observe their time And doe by nature flourish in their prime From whence thou labourst to infer for truth That I by nature should rejoyce in youth All which in part I doe acknowledge true And Nature seemes to challenge it as due And therefore may not be deny'd by me In ought where sense with reason doth agree But if my nature would beare all the sway And make my reason to my sense obey I doe in reason no such justice see To let my reason so subjected be Besides I doe my youthfull nature finde So much unto the worlds delights inclin'd That my estate in this respect requires The greatest care to bridle my desires Then restlesse Passion keepe thy selfe retir'd I with thy Fury need not be inspir'd Nor will I if I can the same prevent I trust without thee to reape best content Come then Oh! come then be advis'd by reason Mine owne deare selfe this is the onely season The fruitfull earth doth afterward make knowne What seed was in it in the Spring time sowne The stocke with what t is grafted in the Spring Such fruite doth forth for ever after bring And with what scent the vessell first is fild The savour of it is not soone expeld Such is thy apt and youthfull nature know What now is sowne in thee is like to grow What habite now is got will prove the strongest What custome now is learn'd will last the longest And therefore it doth now concerne thee sure To have most care to keepe thy selfe secure To seeke content where reason doth admit To settle thy desires in what is fit That thou hereafter maist not cry in vaine I learn'd what now I would unlearne againe Thou then my selfe whose safety is mine owne And favour mine that unto thee is showne As thou hast a respect unto Discretion I doe advise thee to be ware of Passion And labour to discover those deceites Whose gall lyes hidden in most pleasant baites Yea though most neare and deare unto thee seated In thine owne bosome let them be defeated If thine owne heart which is to the most deare Would fall in love with any creature here Before thou dar'st to render thy consent Thou must take heed there be no danger in 't Or if that any more inferiour part Of body or of mind would plead desert As if they were some excellence allow'd Which vainely might induce thee to be proud Here it behooves thee to have speciall care To arme thy selfe against this inbred snare This bosome brat which will not be excluded That by thy selfe thou be'st not selfe-deluded It as in Youth it often comes to passe Thy wanton eye views beauty in thy glasse Whose beames reflecting would thy thoughts inflame With any admiration of the same Trust not thine eye nor yet thy glasse too farre They both deceitfull both uncertaine are But say thy beauty be the same indeed That it appeares yea though it doth exceed Yet weigh the honey of it with the gall And thou shalt see the vantage of it small It gaines much savour and is most alluring T is true but favour gain'd by its procuring Is sometimes such as yeelds a present friend But seldome chaste and constant to the end For looke as beauty fades and weares away So doth such friendship vanish and decay It tis alluring t is indeed but how To that which modest vertue doth allow Sure no the nature of it doth intice In humaine faces rather unto vice Againe t is beauty that doth beare the praise And oft doth unto much preferment raise Indeed t is so upon the sudden oft It from the dunghill doth draw up a loft But what this Sun-shine doth exhale like raine Falls for the most part in a cloud againe And for the praise and vertue on 't suspition So often brings the truth of it in question That all the comfort which doth in it lye As it appeares is but to feed the eye Whiles it doth glister whiles it doth indure Which every little shaddow doth obscure But if thou wouldst give beauty an excuse Then of thy beauty strive to make this use That as thy Youthfull face is faire as cleere Thy vertues may unto the world appeare That so thy face this outward grace assign'd May shew the inward beauties of thy mind Or hast thou strength and in thy bosome