Selected quad for the lemma: prince_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
prince_n	cherry_n	eye_n	ripe_a	2,724	5	15.3801	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A17882	The third and fourth booke of ayres: composed by Thomas Campian. So as they may be expressed by one voyce, with a violl, lute, or orpharion; Ayres. Book 3, 4	Campion, Thomas, 1567-1620.	1617 (1617)	STC 4548; ESTC S106662	15,441	46

be But true prayse is Vertues Borrow'd guise fits not the wife a simple look is best Na-tiue grace becomes a Baves which none may weare but she Now such new-found toyes are sold these women to dis-guise face though ne'er so rude-ly dreft That before the yeare growes old the new-est fashion dyes BASSVS 2 Dames of yore contended more in goodnesse to exceeds Then in pride to be enui'd for that which leaft they neede Little Lawne then feru'd the Pawne it Pawne at all there were Home-spun thread and houshold bread then held out all the yeare But th'attyres of women now weare out both house and land That the wiues in silkes may flow at ebbe the Good-men stand 3 Once agen Astrea then from heau'n to earth descend And vouchsafe in their behalfe these errours to amend Aid from heau'n must make all eeu'n things are so out of frame For let man striue all he can hee needes must please his Dame Happy man content that giues and what hee giues enioyes Happy Dame content that liues and breakes no sleepe for toyes SO sweet so sweet is thy dis-course to me And so de-lightfull is thy sight As I taste no-thing right but thee O why inuen-ted Na-ture light Was it alone for beauties sake That her grac't words might better take BASSVS 2 No more can I old ioyes recall They now to me become vnknowne Not seeming to haue beene at all Alas how soone is this loue growne To such a spreading height in rise As with it all must shadowed be THere is a Garden in her face Where Roses and white Lil-lies grow A heau'nly paradice is that place wherein all pleasant fruits doe flow There Cherries grow which none may buy Till Cherry ripe till Cherry ripe till Cherry ripe Cherry ripe ripe ripe Cherry ripe Cherry ripe themselues doe cry BASSVS 2 Those Cherries fayrely doe enclose Of Orient Pearle a double row Which when her louely laughter showes They looke like Role-buds fill'd with snow Yet them nor Peere nor Prince can buy Till Cherry ripe themselues doe cry 3 Her Eyes like Angels watch them still Her Browes like bended bowes doe stand Threatning with piercing frownes to kill All that attempt with eye or hand Those sacred Cherries to come nigh Till Cherry ripe themselues doe cry TO his sweet Lute A-pol-lo sung the mo-tions of the Spheares The wondrous order of the Stars whose course diuides the yeares And all the My-steries aboue But none of this could Midas moue Which purchast him his Asses eares BASSVS 2 Then Pan with his rude Pipe began the Country-wealth t' aduance To boast of Cattle flockes of Sheepe and Goates on hils that dance With much more of this churlish kinde That quite transported Midas minde An held him rapt as in a trance 3 This wrong the God of Musicke scorn'd from such a sottish Iudge And bent his angry bow at Pan which made the Piper trudge Then Midas head he so did trim That eu'ry age yet talkes of him And Phoebus right reuenged grudge CANTVS IX YOung and simple though I am I haue heard of Cupids name Guesse I can what thing it is Men desire when they doe kille Smoake can neuer burne they say But t●e flames that follow may BASSVS 2 I am not so foule or fayre To be proud nor to desparye Guesse I can what thing it is Men desire when they doe kisse Smoake can neuer burne they say But the flames that follow may 3 Faith 't is but a foolish minde Yet me thinkes a heate I finde Like thirst longing that doth bide Euer on my weaker side Where they say my heart doth moue Venus grant it be not loue 4 If it he alas what then Were not women made for men A good ' twete a thing were past That must needes be done at last Roses that are ouer-blowne Growe lesse sweet then fall alone 5 Yet nor Churle nor ●●lken Gull Shall my Mayden blossome pull Who shall not I soone can tell Who shall would I could as well This I know who ere hee be Loue hee must or flatter me CANTVS X. LOue me or not loue her I must or dye O that her grace would my wisht Leaue me or not follow her needs must I. comforts giue How rich in her how happy should I liue BASSVS 2 All my desire all my delight should be Her to enjoy her to vnite to mee Enuy should cease her would I loue alone Who loues by lookes is seldom true to one 3 Could I enchant and that it lawfull were Her would I charme so●tly th●t none should heare But loue enforc'd rarely yeelds firme content So would I loue that neyther should repent CANTVS XI WHat meanes this folly now to braue it so And then to vse submission Is that a friend that straight can play the foe Who loues on such conditi-on BASSVS 2 Though Bryers breede Roses none the Bryer affect But with the flowre are pleased Loue onely loues delight and soft respect He must not be diseased 3 These thorny passions spring from barren breasts Or such as neede much weeding Loue onely loues delight and soft respect But sends them not home bleeding 4 Command thy humour striue to giue content And shame not loues prof●ssion Of kindnesse neuer any could repent That made choyse with discretion DEare if I with guile would guild a true in-tent Heaping flattries that in heart were neuer me●nt Easely could I then obtaine what now in vaine I force Fals-hood much doth gaine Truth yet holds the bet-ter course BASSVS 2 Loue forbid that through dissembling I should thriue Or in praysing you my selfe of truth depriue Let not your high thoughts debase A simple truth in me Great is beauties grace Truth is yet as fayre as ●hee 3 Prayse is but the winde of pride if it exceedes Wealth pris'd in it selfe no outward value needes Fayre you are and passing fayre You know it and 't is true Yet let none despayre But to finde as fayre as you 〈…〉 O Loue where are thy Shafts thy Quiuer and thy Bow Shall my wounds onely weepe and hea vngaged goe Be iust and strike him to that dares con-temne thee so BASSVS 2 No eyes are ●ike to t●ine though men su●pose thee blin●● So fayre they l●uell when the make they at to finde Then strike ô strike the heart ' hat heares the c●uell minde 3 Is my sond sight deceiued or doe I Cupid spye Close ayming at his breast by whom defined I dye Shoot home sweet Loue and wound him that h●e may no flye 4 O t●en we both will s●●● some vnhaunted shade And 〈…〉 he●s wound which L●ve hath ●ustly made O 〈…〉 too vaine now quickly dost thou sade 5 〈…〉 ●onders still his heart is free from paine W●●●e se●● si●ne I ●p●●● and t●ar●● but l 〈◊〉 in vaine Yet Loue thou kn●w ' it by right I should not thus complaine CANTVS XIIII BEauty is but a 〈…〉 me ●aye me thee wounds them that admire it Shee kils them that desire it