Selected quad for the lemma: son_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
son_n	daughter_n	mother_n	sister_n	25,437	5	10.5778	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A17462	A poore knight his pallace of priuate pleasures Gallantly garnished, with goodly galleries of strang inuentio[n]s and prudently polished, with sundry pleasant posies, [et] other fine fancies of dainty deuices, and rare delightes. Written by a student in Ca[m]bridge. And published by I.C. Gent.	Student in Cambridge.; Robinson, Richard, fl. 1574, attributed name.; I. C.	1579 (1579)	STC 4283; ESTC S104857	56,414	86

and Glaucus change haue made I wish thee well for to be wise and learne a better trade For as Vlisses profered Wine to Poliphe●us stout And when as Wine had won his wit hee bored his eyes out So shee by thee if thou continue in this thy dotinge minde Thou shalt preuaile as some time hée which would correct the winds Bee ruled then and take thy rest and marke my wordes againe For if thou striue against the streme thou beatest the clouds in vayn To his freend Iohn R. YF that two euilles bée offered to thy choice Then take the least as reason will thee guide And for thy chance thou maist with hart reioyce That of them twaine the least did the betide But this I say and councell thée beware Which long time since was snarled in the snare For when I did the smoky house abstaine Least that my eyes with wattery streme● should flow Beholde I chanced in cottage to remaine Where flaming fire did bring the Rafters low The stone the tyle and all was burnd with flame And I alas consumed with the same Much like to him which in another case Eschued the raine which from the skye did fall With speedy flight hée hastened in his race Till hee in pit was drowned horse and all Wherby I see I may conclude no doubt The least of euils is to bée chosen out To his freend Bartholmew Ien. Esquilla non nascitur Rosa IF Roses spronge of white thorne bowes grapes on thistles grew Or 〈◊〉 from Okes wher Acorns hée good Apples did insew Then wine and frute should not bée skant our sences plainly tell And euery shade and pleasant groue should yeeld a fragrant smell But these bee wonders for to see wee haue not heard of such And Nature in this sodaine thance should change her selfe too much But yet more strang mee thinke it is both to my minde and eyes That from the wet and watry seas great flames of sfire should rise Then way my freend not what I speke but what I meane hereby What doost thou meane to heate thy selfe in fréesing frost taly Can fire giue forth an yt●e colde which doth pertaine to frost Or els to yéelde a burning flame haue Ice their nature lost No no my freend infected salues can not make whole thy wound Then walke out on the fickle floods in steede of surest ground For why with thē which bée not sound thou shalt corrupt thy minde And in the dry vnsaudry chip no sauor thou canst finde Then way my wordes with reasons rule and prooue my saying true The Thistle can not beare a Grape and thus my fréend ad●w To Abraham Iohnson Nusquam tuta fides IF Auncient writs doo beare recorde and seeme the truth to tell No faithfull fréendship as I finde in mortall men doo dwell For why the Father sley the Sonne the Sonne the Father kill Vpon the Sonne and father eke the mother worke her will. The Brother with the Sister iar the daughters bane prepare To see the Mothers finall end and pay the fathers share The kinsmen stands aloofe and sée the one not trust the other The naybors as the kinsmen all haue banisht fayth together The foe sees this and gins to smile for strife doth like him best The rauening Coocko layes her egges within the Sparrowes nest And euery thing runnes out of course our time is almost spent The night is almost néere at hand t is time for to repent Wherefore my freend counsell thy fréend as I shall counsell thée For to prepare against that time when direfull dome shal bée The poore Knight his loue to Rich. Ron. A Lady bright I loue which in this ●le doth dwell I loue and not alone for many loue her well Her mansion where shee kéepes few doo attaine to sée About her place faire gates to enter thrée times three Yet few doo enter in shee calles but few doo come Shee becks to mee and saith shee will prepare a rome And when I thinke to goe with fresh assalte to proue I enter in and search but cannot finds my loue And yet I sée a far where other men doo play And with the price I bid to beare my loue a way Then tell to mee my freend and writ to mee thy minde For louers lawes thou knowest how I my loue may finde And that your learning might absolue mee of this doubt Within these written lines her name is quoted out To his freend Roger Phil Metuit cautus THe litle lad which once hath felt the fire Eschueth the same and feares the flittering flame The silly Mouse which hath escaped the wire Will long beware for touching of the same The simple Birde which thinkes not of the Grin Is tooke in snare and made the foulers pray The foolish fish that swims with floting fin Fulfilles the wish of him which baite doth lay Then well I sée that which I haue not knowne Experience makes the disarde to beware And they which know not where the Hempe is sowne Vnto their paine bee snarled in the snare Then would that I had knowne longe time before That which with price I haue most dearely bought But now I hope to faile therin no more But yet I haue the duty that I sought For if I had béen warned by my freend I might haue feared the price wherof I feele But when I thought therof to search the ende i dr●nke so much it ca●●ed my head to reele Then where thou wisht to know my good successe And why I cease to sew againe for grace Lo here I liue in mestfull heauinesse And of my sute I leaue a vacant place To VVilliam Godf. Frontis nulla fides IN Sommer tide florishing Month when euery herb was gréene And euery bow began to bud most cumly to bée seene In pleasant Herbar where I walkte to recreat my minde Beholde I pray what yll successe I chanced for to finde Vnder a set of Margerom which in that place did grow For pleasant shade and fragrant smell when I had couched low And Margerom had giuen mée leaue vnder her winges to rest I thought my selfe as neere to Heauen as is the Egles nest Wheras I had not couched long but tumbling too and fro Behold a Serpent venemous forth from her Den did goe And hissing foorth her venomed toung shée stonge my brest most sore Which doone shée did returne againe from whence shée came before Take héede therfore by my yll lot take héede therfore say I For vnder Hony oftentime doth cankred poison lye And in that hed of whose faire branch my Posie I would make I must confesse though to my paine I found a stinging Snake To his freend Robert Dyne Vulcanium vinculum NO Iron chayn nor fetter strong no band which hand could make As thou alleage haue halde mee back my promise for to breake Nor yet that ielous thought of thine haue made mée slacke and slow No curious charms haue touched my brayn y make mée sloth to show