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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	blood_n	body_n	part_n	8,155	5	4.9083	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20813	Endimion and Phœbe Ideas Latmus. Phœbus erit nostra princeps et carminis author.	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.	1595 (1595)	STC 7192; ESTC S116519	16,101	52

Because she is the Goddesse of the woods And sole preseruer of their hallowed floods Set to their consort in their lower springs That with the Musicke all the mountaine rings So that it seemd the Birds of euery Groue Which should excell and passe each other stroue That in the higher woods and hollow grounds The murmuring Eccho euery where resounds The trembling brooks their slyding courses stayd The whilst the waues one with another playd And all the flocks in this reioycing mood As though in chaunted do forbeare their food The heards of Deare downe from the mountains flew As loth to come within Dianas view Whose piercing arrowes from her Iuory bowe Had often taught her powerfull hand to knowe And now from latmus looking towards the plains Casting her eyes vpon the Sheepheards swaines Perceiu'd her deare Endimions flock were stray'd And he himselfe vpon the ground was layd Who late recald from melancholy deepe The chaunting Birds had lulled now asleepe For why the Musick in this humble kinde As it first found so doth it leaue the minde And melancholy from the Spleene begun By passion moou'd into the veynes doth run Which when this humor as a swelling Flood By vig or is infused in the blood The vitall spirits doth mightely apall And weakeneth so the parts organicall And when the sences are disturbd and tierd With what the hart incessantly desierd Like Trauellers with labor long opprest Finding release eft-soones they fall to rest And comming now to her Endimion Whom heauy sleepe had lately ceas'd vpon Kneeling her downe him in her armes she clips showrs And with sweet kisses sealeth vp his lips Whilst from her eyes teares streaming downe in Fell on his cheekes like dew vpon the flowrs In globy circles like pure drops of Milk Sprinckled on Roses or fine crimson silk Touching his brow this is the seate quoth she Where Beauty sits in all her Maiestie She calls his eye-lids those pure Christall couers Which do include the looking Glasse of Louers She calls his lips the sweet delicious folds VVhich rare perfume and precious in cense holds Shee calls his soft smooth Allablaster skin The Lawne which Angels are attyred in Sweet face qd she but wanting words I spare thee Except to heauen alone I should compare thee And whilst her words she wasteth thus in vayne Sporting herselfe the tyme to entertayne The frolick Nymphes with Musicks facred sound Entred the Meddowes daunding in a round And vnto Phoebe straight their course direct Which now their ioyfull comming did expect Before whose feet their flowrie spoyles they lay And with svveet Balme his body doe imbay And on the Laurels grovving there along Their wreathed garlonds all about they hung And all the ground within the compasse load With sweet est flowers wheron they lightly troad With Nectar then his temples they be dew And kneeling softly kisse him all arew Then in braue galiards they themselues aduaunce And in the Tryas Baccbus stately daunce Then following on fayre Floras gilded trayne Into the Groues they thus depart agayne And now to shew her powerfull deitie Her sweet Endimion more to beautifie Into his soule the Goddesse doth infuse The fiery nature of a heauenly Muse Which in the spyrit labouring by the mind Pertaketh of celestiall things by kind For why the soule being diuine alone Exempt from vile and grosse corruption Of heauenly secrets comprehensible Of which the dull flesh is not sensible And by one onely powerfull faculty Yet gouerneth a multiplicity Being effentiall vniforme in all Not to be seuer'd nor diuiduall But in her function hold eth her estate By powers diuine in her ingenerate And so by inspiration condeaueth What heauen to her by divination breatheth But they no sooner to the shades were gone Leauing their Goddesse by Endimion But by the hand the louely boy shee takes And from his sweet sleepe softly him awakes Who being struck into a sodaynefeare Beholding thus his glorious Goddesse there His hart transpiersed with this sodayne glance Became as one late cast into a trance Wiping his eyes not yet of perfect sight Scarcely awak'd amazed at the light His cheekes now pale then louely blushing red Which oft increasd and quickly vanished And as on him her fixed eyes were bent So to and fro his colour came and went Like to a Christall neere the fire set Against the brightnes rightly opposet Now doth reteyne the colour of the flame And lightly moued againe reflects the same For our affection quickned by her heate Alayd and strengthned by a strong conceit The minde disturbed forth with doth conuart To an internall passion of the hart By motion of that sodaine ioy or feare Which we receive either by the eye or eare For by retraction of the spirit and blood From those exterior parts where first they stood Into the center of the body sent Returnes againe more strong and vehement And in the like extreamitie made cold About the same themselues doe closely hold And though the cause be like in this respect Works by this meanes a contrary effect Thus whilst this passion hotely held his course Ebbing and flowing from his springing source With the strong fit of this sweet Feuer moued At sight of her which he intirely loued Not knowing yet great Phoebe this should be His soueraigne Goddesse Queene of Chastitie Now like a man whom Loue had learned Art Resolu'd at once his secrets to impart But first repeats the torments he had past The woes indur'd since tyme he saw her laft Now he reports he noted whilst she spake The bustling windes their murmure often brake And being silent seemd to pause and stay To listen to her what she ment to say Be kind quoth he sweet Nymph vnto thy louer My soules sole effence and my sences mouer Life of my life pure Image of my hart Impressure of Conceit Inuention Art My vitall spirit receues his spirit from thee Thou art that all which ruleth all in me Thou art the sap and life whereby I liue Which powerfull vigor doost receiue and giue Thou nourishest the flame wherein I burne The North wherto my harts true tuch doth turne Pitty my poore flock see their wofull plight Theyr Maister perisht liuing from thy sight Theyr fleeces rent my tresses all forlorne I pyne whilst they theyr pasture haue forborne Behold quoth he this little flower belowe Which heere within this Fountayne brim dooth grow With that a solemne tale begins to tell Of this fayre flower and of this holy Well A goodly legend many Winters old Learn'd by the Sheepheards fitting by their folde How once this Fountayne was a youthfull swaine A frolick boy and kept vpon the playne Vnfortunate it hapt to him quoth he To loue a fayre Nymph as I nowe loue thee To her his loue and sorrow he imparts Which might dissolue a rock of flinty harts To her he sues to her he makes his mone But she more deafe and hard then steele or stone And thus one

diuine and chast intent Which thus imposed as a thing of waight In stately troupes appeare before her straight The Fannes and Satyres from the tufted Brakes Theyr brisly armes wreath'd al about with snakes Their sturdy loynes with ropes of Iuie bound Theyr horned heads with Woodbine Chaplets crownd With Cipresse Iauelens and about their thyes The flaggy hayre disorder'd loosely flyes Th' Oriades like to the Spartan Mayd In Murrie-scyndall gorgiously arayd With gallant greene Scarfes girded in the wast Theyr flaxen hayre with silken fillets lac'd Wouē with flowers in sweet lasciuious wreathes Moouing like feathers as the light ayre breathes VVith crownes of Mirtle glorious to behold whose leaues are painted with pure drops of gold With traines of fine Bisse checker'd al with frets Of dainty Pincks and precious Violets In branched Buskins of fine Cordiwin With spangled garters downe vnto the shin Fring'd with fine silke of many a sundry kind VVhich lyke to pennons waued with the wind The Hamadriads from their shady Bowers Deckt vp in Garlonds of the rarest flowers Vpon the backs of milke-white Bulls were set With horne and hoofe as black as any let Whose collers were great massy golden rings Led by their swaynes in twisted silken strings Then did the louely Driades appeare On dapled Staggs which brauely mounted were Whose veluet palmes with nosegaies rarely dight To all the rest bred wonderfull delight And in this sort accompaned with these In tryumph rid the watry Niades Vpon Sea-horses trapt with shining finns Arm'd with their male impenitrable skinns Whose scaly crests like Raine-bowes bended hye Seeme to controule proud Iris in the skye Vpon a Charriot was Endimion layd In snowy Tissue gorgiously arayd Of precious Iuory couered or'e with Lawne Which by foure stately Vnicornes was drawne Of ropes of Orient pearle their traces were Pure as the path which dooth in heauen appeare With rarest flowers in chaste and ouer-spred Which seru'd as Curtaynes to this glorious bed Whose seate of Christal in the Sun-beames shone Like thunder-breathing Ioues celestiall Throne Vpon his head a Coronet instald Of one intire and mighty Emerald With richest Bracelets on his lilly wrists Of Hellitropium linckt with golden twists A beuy of fayre Swans which flying ouer With their large wings him frō the Sun do couer And easily wafting as he went along Doe lull him still with their inchaunting song Whilst all the Nimphes on solemne Instruments Sound daintie Musick to their sweet laments And now great Phoebe in her tryumph came With all the tytles of her glorious name Diana Delia Luna Cynthia Virago Hecate and Elythia Prothiria Dictinna Proserpine Latona and Lucina most diuine And in her pompe began now to approch Mounted aloft vpon her Christall Coach Drawn or'e the playnes by foure pure milk-white Hinds Whose nimble feete seem'd winged with the winds Her rarest beauty being now begun But newly borrowed from the golden Sun Her louely cressant with a decent space By due proportion beautifi'd her face Till hauing fully fild her circled side Her glorious fulnes now appeard in pride vvhich long her changing brow could not retaine But fully waxt began againe to wane Vpon her brow like meteors in the ayre Twenty eyght great gorgious lamps shee bare Some as the VVelkin shining passing bright Some not so sumptuous others lesser light Some burne some other let theyr faire lights fall Compofd in order Geometricall And to adorne her with a greater grace And ad more beauty to her louely face Her richest Globe shee gloriously displayes Now that the Sun had hid his golden rayes Least that his radiencie should her suppresse And so might make her beauty seeme the lesse Her stately trayne layd out in azur'd bars Poudred all thick with troopes of siluer stars Her ayrie vesture yet so rare and strange As euery howre the colour seem'd to change Yet still the former beauty doth retaine And euer came vnto the same againe Then fayre Astrea of the Titans line VVhom equity and iustice made diuine VVas seated heer vpon the siluer beame And with the raines guides on this goodly teame To whom the Charites led on the way Aglaia Thalia and Euphrozine vvith princely crownes they in the triumph came Imbellished with Phoebes glorious name These forth before the mighty Goddesse went As Princes Heraulds in a Parliament And in their true consorted symphony Record sweet songs of Phoebes chastity Then followed on the Muses sacred nyne With the first number equally diuine In Virgins white whose louely mayden browes Were crowned with tryumphant Lawrell bowes And on their garments paynted out in glory Their offices and functions in a story Imblazoning the furie and conceite Which on their sacred company awaite For none but these were suffered to aproch Or once come neere to this celestiall Coach But these two of the numbers nine and three Which being od include an vnity Into which number all things fitly fall And therefore named Theologicall And first composing of this number nine Which of all numbers is the most diuine From orders of the Angels dooth arise Which be contayned in three Hirarchies And each of these three Hirarchies in three The perfect forme of true triplicity And of the Hirarchies I spake of erst The glorious Epiphania is the first In which the hie celestiall orders been Of Thrones Chirrup and the Ciraphin The second holds the mighty Principates The Dominations and the Potestates The Ephionia the third Hirarchie Which Vertues Angels and Archangels be And thus by threes we aptly do define And do compose this sacred number nyne Yet each of these nyne orders grounded be Vpon some one particularity Then as a Poet I might so infer An other order when I spake of her From these the Muses onely are deriued Which of the Angels were in nyne contriued These heauen-inspired Babes of memorie Which by a like attracting Sympathy Apollos Prophets in theyr furies wrought And in theyr spirit inchaunting numbers taught To teach such as at Poesie repine That it is onely heauenly and diuine And manifest her intellectuall parts Sucking the purest of the purest Arts And vnto these as by a sweet consent The Sphery circles are equiualent From the first Moouer and the starry heauen To glorious Phoebe lowest of the seauen Which Ioue in tunefull Diapazons fram'd Of heauenly Musick of the Muses nam'd To which the soule in her diuinitie By her Creator made of harmony Whilst she in frayle and mortall flesh dooth liue To her nyne sundry offices doe giue Which offices vnited are in three Which like the orders of the Angels be Prefiguring thus by the number nyne The soule like to the Angels is diuine And frō these nines those Conquerers renowned Which with the wreaths of triumph oft were crowned Which by their vertues gain'd the worthies name First had this number added to their fame Not that the worthiest men were onely nine But that the number of it selfe diuine And as a perfect patterne of the rest Which by this