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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
reason_n	body_n	soul_n	union_n	2,456	5	9.5499	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A28854	The chast and lost lovers living shadowed in the person of Arcadius and Sepha and illustrated with the several stories of Haemon and Antigone, Eramio and Amissa, Phaon and Sappho, Delithason and Verista ... : to which is added the contestation betwixt Bacchus and Diana, and certain sonnets of the author to Aurora / digested into three poems by Will. Bosworth.	Bosworth, William, 1607-1650?	1653 (1653)	Wing B3800; ESTC R4184	62,993	144

breast And there receive my almost wearied Soule Her wings are weary and implore some rest Her wearied wings their slippery fate condole And scorne me not that I so much have sought thee For know Azile I have dearly bought thee 41 For know Azile I have dearly paid For thee if of thee I am e're possest Possess me then with thy prevailing ayd And ayd to that shore that must make me blest There shall I sing Encomions to thy praise And praise the lustre of thy noble Spirit When ravish't by those Epithalm●…an layes Of Nymphs thou shalt their Nymph-like grace inherit And Hyme●… in a saffron vaile shall come O're a faire field bestrew'd with Margerum 42 There shall the scores of either love be read And there my pains in which thou hast delighted There shall my love for her offences plead There shall my vowes be paid my pains requited And those that do except against my age Harpocrates to silence shall conjure A Vultur shall his starv'd desire asswage Vpon their hearts cause they my pains procure What though scarce have twice ten winters told As much as is in man in me behold 43 As much as is in man in me should be But that thou hast bereft me of my heart I want those glozing words of flattery By which some men gaine more than by desert I want that wit which ought to parallell Thy virtues and procure deserving bliss I want that strength and vigour to repell Dejected griefe which guides loves wheele amiss I want those means which should all good supplant Within my brest and chiefely thee I want 44 Loves coach they say is made of Ebony And drawn by Turtle Doves of Silver hue To shew the brightnesse of pure amity With Turtles yoak't than Turtles what more true Along whose sides the purple silke doth twind The silver Ouches to the golden wheels So outward beauty should a lover bind For who the outward love the inward feels Eye sight confirmes but vertues motives be T is not alone thy face I love but thee 45 Thee for thy virtues I alone admire Azile mine but mine no more thou art Yet canst thou not those raging flames expire Of Love unless thou hast a double heart O double not my pains my dearest love Nor let the Torments of my Soule increase For private envy will all truth reprove That Kingdome safest lives that lives in peace How can we then a true concordance find When we two one have both a diff'rent mind 46 A Poet said if Cupid be a power Let him possess me now with his desire When suddenly his eyes began to loure And he expir'd his life in helpless fire And so must I perish within that flame If these will not thy heart to pitty bend If still thy slinty heart remains the same I wish that with this line my life might end And this cmplaint about the earth be hurl'd Alive to death but dead unto the world 47 And hear I stay expecting now the doom And sentence of eternall joy or grief Which from thy sweet or fatall lipsmust come For while I live thou of my heart art chiefe Then shew thy selfe as thou desir'st to be Vnstaind in all thy wayes in all upright That following dayes with pure integrity May sweet my sorrowes past with some delight And here I rest expecting the regard Of faithfull love and his deserv'd reward Peliander FINIS To the immortall memory of the fairest and most vertuous Lady the Lady HEr tongue hath ceast to speak which might make dumb All tongues might stay all Pens al hands benum Yet must I write O that it might have been While she had liv'd and had my verses seen Before sad cries deaf'd my untuned ears When verses flow'd more easily than tears Ah why neglected I to write her praise And paint her Vertues in those happy dayes Then my now trembling hand and dazled eye Had seldome fail'd having the pattern by Or had it err'd or made some strokes amiss For who can portray Vertue as it is Art might with Nature have maintain'd her strife By curious lines to imitate true life But now those Pictures want their lively grace As after death none well can draw the face We let our friends passe idlely like our time Till they be gone and then we see our crime And think what worth in them might have been known What duties done and what affection shown Vntimely knowledge which so dear doth cost And then begins when the thing known is lost Yet this cold love this envy this neglect Proclaims us modest while our due respect To goodness is restrain'd by servile fear Lest to the world it flatt'ry should appear●… As if the present hours deserv'd no praise But age is past whose knowledge only stayes On that weak prop which memory sustains Should be the proper subject of our strains Or as if foolish men asham'd to sing Of Violets and Roses in the Spring Should tarry till the flow'rs were blown away And till the Muses life and heat decay Then is the fury slack'd the vigour ●…led As here in mine since it with her was dead Which still may sparkle but shall flame no more Because no time shall her to us restore Yet may these Sparks thus kindled with her fame Shine brighter and live longer than some flame Here expectation urgeth me to tell Her high perfections which the world knew well But they are far beyond my skill t' unfold They were poor vertues if they might be told But thou who fain would'st take a gen'rall view Of timely fruits which in this garden grew On all the vertues in mens actions look Or read their names writ in some morall book And sum the number which thou there shalt find So many liv'd and triumph'd in her mind Nor dwelt these Graces in a house obscure But in a Palace fair which might allure The wretch who no respect to vertue bore To love It for the garments which it wore So that in her the body and the soule Contended which should most adorn the whole O happy soul for such a body meet How are the firm chains of that union sweet Dissever'd in the twinkling of an eye And we amaz'd dare ask no reason why But silent think that God is pleas'd to show That he hath works whose ends we cannot know Let us then cease to make a vain request To learn why die the fairest why the best For all these things which mortals hold most dear Most slipp'ry are and yeeld less joy than fear And being lifted high by mens desire Are more propitious marks for heav'nly fire And are laid prostrate with the first assault Because our love makes their desert their fault Then justice us to some amends should move For this our fruitless nay our hurtfull love We in their Honour piles of stone erect With their dear Names and worthy praises deckt But since those fail their glories we reherse In better Marble everlasting verse By which