Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	believe_v	faith_n	soul_n	6,006	5	5.2775	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04600	The temple of love A masque. Presented by the Queenes Majesty, and her ladies, at White-hall on Shrove-Tuesday, 1634. By Inigo Iones, surveyor of his Maties. workes, and William Davenant, her Maties. servant.	Jones, Inigo, 1573-1652.; D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668. aut	1634 (1634)	STC 14719; ESTC S107859	7,296	24

Fate hath made thy reigne her choyce In which Love's blessings shall be given The Poets Truth shall appeare and rule 'till she resists Those subtle charmes and melts those darker mists In which Love's Temple 's hid from Exorcists Whom forsooth Divine Poesie they stile This morne proclaim'd it from a falling Cloud 2. Who Divine Poesie 3. I know her well Shee 's one that makes the holy Jigges And sacred Catches for the gods when they Are merry with mis-takes of men and laugh To see us carelesse of their punishment 1. But who shall bring this mischiefe to our Art 3. Indamora the delight of Destiny Shee and the beauties of her Traine who sure Though they discover Summer in their lookes Still carry frozen Winter in their blood They raise strange doctrines and new sects of Love Which must not wooe or court the Person but The Mind and practise generation not Of Bodies but of Soules 2. Beleeve me my Magicall friends They must bring bodies with 'em that worship In our pleasant Temple I have an odde Fantasticke faith perswades me there will be Little pastime upon earth without Bodies Your Spirit 's a cold Companion at midnight 1. Have we so long misse-led and entertain'd The youthfull of the world I meane their bodies And now doe they betake themselves unto The dull imaginary pleasures of Their soules This humor cannot last 2. If it should we may rid our Temple Of all our Persian Quilts imbroyder'd Couches And our standing Beds these I take it are Bodily implements our soules need 'em not But where shall this new Sect be planted first 3. In a dull Northerne I le they call Britaine 2. Indeed 't is a cold Northerly opinion And I 'le lay my life begot since their late Great Frosts It will be long enough e're it Shall spread and prosper in the South Or if The Spaniard or Italian ever be Perswaded out of the use of their bodies I 'le give mine to a Raven for his Supper 3. The Miracle is more increas'd in that It first takes birth and nourishment in Court 2. But my good damn'd friend tell me Is there not One Courtier will resent the cause and give Some countenance to the affaires of the body 3 Certain yong Lords at first disliked the Phylosophy As most uncomfortable sad and new But soone inclin'd to a superior vote And are growne as good Platonicall Lovers As are to be found in an Hermitage where he That was borne last reckons above fourescore To these come foorth in hast another Magician in shape and habit differing from the other and spake as followeth 1. Here comes a brother of our misticke Tribe 3. He knowes th' occasion of our griefe and by His hast imports discoveries more strange 4. Newes newes my sad companions of the shade There 's lately landed on our fatall shore Nine Persian youths their habit and their lookes So smooth that from the pleasures i' th Elisian fields Each female ghost will come and enter in Their flesh againe to make embraces warme 2. I hope these are no Platonicall Lovers No such Carthusian Poets as doe write Madrigals to the mind more of thy newes 4. The rest inferres small joy and little hope For though at first their youth and eager thoughts Directed them where our gay Altar stood And they were ready too for sacrifice I cannot tell what lucklesse light inform'd Their eyes but Loves true Temple straight they spy'd Through the ascending mists and would have enterd it To read grave frosty Homilies And Anticke sawes of Chastitie but that As my swift Spirit brought me word a voyce Sent from within bad them with reverence Desist till Indamora did appeare for then The gates would open and the mists dry up That thus conceal'd it from the generall view Which now their expectation doth attend 3. 'T is time to wake our drowsie Art and try If we have power to hinder Destinie Mount mount our charmes fetch me whilst you aspire A Spirit of the Element of fire 2. Me one of Ayre 1. The water me supplies 4. Mine from the center of the earth shall rise 3. These shall infuse their sev'rall qualities In men if not t' uphold the faction of The flesh yet to infect the queasie age With blacker sinnes If we now we have joyn'd The force of all the Elements t' assist The horror of our will shall not prevaile Against this hum'rous vertue of the Time Nature our weaknesse must be thought thy crime From Persian Princes too and each as fierce A Lover as did ever sigh in verse Give audience then you Ladies of this I le Lord how you lift your fannes up now and smile To thinke forsooth they are so fond to take So long a journey for your beauties sake For know th' are come but sure e're they returne Will give your femallships some cause to mourne For I must tell you that about them all There 's not one graine but what 's Platonicall So bashfull that I thinke they might be drawne Like you to weare close Hoods or vailes of Lawne My Master is the chiefe that doth protect Or as some say misse-lead this precise sect One heretofore that wisely could confute A Lady at her window with his Lute There devoutly in a cold morning stand Two howres praysing the snow of her white hand So long till 's words were frozen 'tweene his lips And 's Lute-strings learnt their quav'ring from his hips And when he could not rule her to 's intent Like Tarquin he would proffer ravishment But now no feare of Rapes untill he find A maydenhead belonging to the mind The rest are all so modest too and pure So virginly so coy and so demure That they retreat at kissing and but name Hymen or Love they blush for very shame Ladies I must needs laugh you 'le give me leave I hope and 't is to thinke how you deceive Your selves with all this precious art and care Tane in your glasse to dresse your lookes and haire When in good faith they heed no outward merit But fervently resolve to wooe the Spirit Hah doe you all looke melancholy uow And cast a Cloud of anger o're the brow 'T is time to flye and my best swiftnesse use Lest kill'd with pinnes and Bodkins for my newes The Page retires and the Noble Persian youths make their entry apparelled in Asian Coats of Sea-greene embroidered that reached downe above their knees with buttons and loops before and cut up square to their hips and returned downe with two short skirts the sleeves of this Coat were large without seame and cut short to the bending of the Arme and hanging downe long behinde trimm'd with buttons as those of the breast out of this came a sleeve of white Sattin embroidered and the Basis answerable to the sleeve hung downe in gathering underneath the shortest part of their Coat on their heads they wore Persian Turbants silver'd underneath and wound about with white Cypresse and one fall of a