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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	body_n	fire_n	soul_n	6,029	5	5.5197	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18417	Ouids banquet of sence A coronet for his mistresse philosophie, and his amorous zodiacke. VVith a translation of a Latine coppie, written by a fryer, anno Dom. 1400.; Ovids banquet of sence.	Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.; Stapleton, Richard, fl. 1595, attributed name.; Map, Walter, fl. 1200. Phillis and Flora. English.; R. S., Esquire.	1595 (1595)	STC 4985; ESTC S104945	31,287	70

inuoke Neuer was any sence so sette on fire With an immo●tall ardor as myne eares Her fingers to the strings doth speeche inspire And numbered laughter that the deskant beares To hir sweete voice whose species through my sence My spirits to theyr highest function reares To which imprest with ceaseles con●luence It vseth them as propper to her powre Marries my soule and makes it selfe her dowre Me thinks her tunes flye guilt like Attick Bees To my eares hi●es with hony tryed to ayre My braine is but the combe the wax the lees My soule the Drone that liues by their affayre O so it sweets refines and rauish●th And with what sport they sting in theyr repayre Rise then in swarms and sting me thus to death Or turne me into swounde possesse me whole Soule to my life and essence to my soule Say gentle Ayre ô does it not thee good Thus to be smit with her correcting voyce Why daunce ye not ye daughters of the wood W●ther for euer if not now reioyce Rise stones and build a Cittie with her notes And notes infuse with your most Cynthian noyse To all th● Trees sweete flowers and christall Flotes That crowne and make this cheerefull Garden quick ● Vertue that euery ●uch may make such Musick O that as man is cald a little world The world might shrink into a little man To heare the notes about this Garden hurld That skill disperst in tunes so Orphean Might not be lost in smiting stocks and trees That haue no eares but growne as it began Spred theyr renownes as far as Phoebus sees Through earths dull vaines that shee like heauen might moue In ceaseles Musick and be fill'd with loue In precious incense of her holy breath My loue doth offer Hecatombs of notes To all the Gods who now despise the death Of Oxen Heifers Wethers Swine and Goates A Sonnet in her breathing sacrifiz'd Delights them more then all beasts bellowing throates As much with heauen as with my hearing priz'd And as guilt Atoms in the sunne appeare So greete these sounds the grissells of myne eare Whose pores doe open wide to theyr regreete And my implanted ayre that ayre embraceth Which they impresse I feele theyr nimble feete Tread my eares Labyrinth theyr sport amazeth They keepe such measure play themselues and dance And now my soule in Cupids Furnace blazeth Wrought into furie with theyr daliance And as the fire the parched stuble burns So fades my flesh and into spyrit turns Sweete tunes braue issue that from Iulia come Shooke from her braine armd like the Queene of Ire For first conceiued in her mentall wombe And nourisht with her soules discursiue fire They grew into the power of her thought She gaue them dounye plumes from her attire And them to strong imagination brought That to her voice wherein most mouinglye Shee blessing them with kysses letts them flye Who flye reioysing but like noblest mindes In giuing others life themselues do dye Not able to endure earthes rude vnkindes Bred in my soueraigns parts too tenderly O that as Intellects themselues transite To eache intellegible quallitie My life might passe into my loues conceit Thus to be form'd in words her tunes and breath And with her kysses sing it selfe to death This life were wholy sweete this onely blisse Thus would I liue to dye Thus sence were feasted My life that in my flesh a Chaos is Should to a Golden worlde be thus dygested Thus should I rule her faces Monarchy Whose lookes in seuerall Empires are inuested Crown'd now with smiles and then with modesty Thus in her tunes diuision I should raigne For her conceipt does all in euery vaine My life then turn'd to that t'each note and word Should I consorte her looke which sweeter sings Where songs of solid harmony accord Rulde with Loues ●ule and prickt with all his stings Thus should I be her notes before they be While in her blood they sitte with fierye wings Not vapord in her voyces stillerie Nought are these notes her breast so sweetely frames But motions fled out of her spirits flames For as when steele and flint together smit With violent action spitt forth sparkes of fire And make the tender tynder burne with it So my loues soule doth lighten her desire Vppon her spyrits in her notes pretence And they conuaye them for distinckt attire To vse the Wardrobe of the common sence From whence in vailes of her rich breath they flye And feast the eare with this felicitye Me thinks they rayse me from the heauy ground And moue me swimming in the yeelding ayre As Zephirs flowry blas●s doe tosse a sounde Vpon their wings will I to Heauen repayre And sing them so Gods shall descend and heare Ladies must bee ador'd that are but fayre But apt besides with art to tempt the eare In notes of Nature is a Goddesse part Though oft mens natures notes please more then Art But heere are Art and Nature both confinde Art casting Nature in so deepe a trance That both seeme deade because they be diuinde Buried is Hea●en in earthly ignorance Why break● not men then strumpet Follies bounds To learne at this pure virgine vtterance No none but Ouids eares can sound these sounds Where sing the harts of Loue and Poesie Which make my M●se so strong she works too hye Now in his glowing eares her tunes did sleepe And as a siluer Bell with violent blowe Of Steele or Iron when his soundes most deepe Doe from his sides and ayres soft bosome flowe A great while after murmures at the stroke Letting the hearers eares his hardnes knowe So chid the Ayre to be no longer broke And left the accents panting in his eare Which in this Banquet his first seruice were HEerewith as Ouid something neerer drew Her Odors odord with her breath and brest Into the sensor of his sauor flew As if the Phenix hasting to her rest Had gatherd all th'Arabian Spice●e T'enbalme her body in her Tombe her nest And there lay burning gainst Apollos eye Whose fiery ayre straight piercing Ouids braine Enflamde his Muse with a more odorouse vaine And thus he sung come soueraigne Odors come Restore my spirits now in loue consuming Wax hotter ayre make them more sauorsome My fainting life with fresh-breath'd soule perfuming The flames of my disease are violent And many perish on late helps presuming With which hard fate must I yet stand content As Odors put in fire most richly smell So men must burne in loue that will excell And as the ayre is rarefied with heate But thick and grosse with Summer-killing colde So men in loue aspire perfections seate When others slaues to base desire are sold And if that men neere Ganges liu'd by sent Of Flowres and Trees more I a thousand fold May liue by these pure fumes that doe present My Mistres quickning and consuming breath Where her wish flyes with power of life and death Me thinks as in these liberall fumes

honor and my libertie O nature how doost thou defame in this Our humane honors yoking men with beasts And noblest mindes with slaues thus beauties blisse Loue and all vertues that quick spirit feasts Surfet on flesh and thou that banquests mindes Most bounteous Mistresse of thy dull-tongu'd guests Reapst not due thanks thus rude frailetie bindes What thou giu'st wings thus ioyes I feele in thee Hang on my lips and will not vttered be Sweete touch the engine that loues bow doth bend The sence wherewith he feeles him deified The obiect whereto all his actions tend In all his blindenes his most pleasing guide For thy sake will I write the Art of loue Since thou doost blow his fire and feede his pride Since in thy sphere his health and life doth moue For thee I hate who hate societie And such as selfe-loue makes his slauerie In these dog-dayes how this contagion smoothers The purest bloods with vertues diet fined Nothing theyr owne vnlesse they be some others Spite of themselues are in themselues confined And liue so poore they are of all despised Theyr gifts held down with scorne should be diuined And they like Mummers mask vnknowne vnprised A thousand merua●les mourne in some such brest Would make a kinde and worthy Patrone blest To mee deere Soueraigne thou art Patronesse And I with that thy graces haue infused Will make all fat and foggy braines confesse Riches my from a poore verse be deduced And that Golds loue shall leaue them groueling heere When thy perfections shall to heauen be Mused Deckt in bright verse where Angels shall appeare The praise of vertue loue and beauty singi●g Honor to Noblesse shame to Auarice bringing HEere Ouid interupted with the view Of other Dames who then the Garden painted Shrowded himselfe and did as death eschew All note by which his loues fame might be tainted And as when mighty Macedon had wun The Monarchie of Earth yet when hee fainted Grieu'd that no greater action could be doone And that there were no more worlds to subdue So loues defects loues Conqueror did rue But as when expert Painters haue displaid To quickest life a Monarchs royall hand Holding a Scepter there is yet bewraide But halfe his fingers when we vnderstand The rest not to be seene and neuer blame The Painters Art in nicest censures skand So in the compasse of this curious frame Ouid well knew there was much more intended With whose omition none must be offended Intentio animi actio Explicit conuiuium ❧ A Coronet for his Mistresse Philosophie MVses that sing loues sensuall Emperie And Louers kindling your enraged fires At Cupids bonfires burning in the eye Blowne with the emptie breath of vaine desires You that prefer the painted Cabinet Before the welthy Iewels it doth store yee That all your ioyes in dying figures set And staine the liuing substance of your glory Abiure those ioyes abhor their memory And let my loue the honord subiect be Of loue and honors compleate historie Your eyes were neuer yet let in to see The maiestie and riches of the minde But dwell in darknes for your God is blinde BVT dwell in darknes for your God is blinde Humor poures downe ●uch torrents on his eyes Which as from Mountaines fall on his base kind And eate your entrails o●t with exstasies Colour whose hands for faintnes are not felt Can binde your waxen thoughts in Adamant And with her painted fires your harts doth melt Which beate your soules in peecs with a pant But my loue is the cordiall of ●oules Teaching by passion what perfection is In whose fix● beauties shine the sacred scroule And long-lost records of your humane blisse Spirit of flesh and soule to spirit giuing Loue flowes not from my lyuer but her liuing A Coronet LOue flowes not from my liuer b●● her liuing From whence all stings to perfect loue are darted All powre and thought of pridefull lust depriuing Her life so pure and she so spo●les harted In whome ●its beautie with so firme a brow That age nor care nor torment can contract it Heauens glories shining there doe stuffe alow And vertues constant graces do compact it Her minde the beame of God drawes in the fires Of her chast eyes from all earths tempting fewell Which vpward lifts the lookes of her desires And makes each precious thought in her a Iewell And as huge fires comprest more pro●dly f●ame So her close beauties further blaze her fame SO her close beauties further blaze her ●a●●e When from the world into herselfe reflected Shee lets her shameles glorie in her shame Content for heau'n to be of earth reiected Shee thus deprest knocks at Oly●pus gate And in 〈◊〉 Temple of her har● Doth the diuorcele● nuptials celebrate Twixt God and her where loues pr●phaned dart Feedes the chast flames of Hym●● fi●m●ment Wherein sh● 〈◊〉 for her part The Robes looke● 〈…〉 Of female natures 〈…〉 Vertue is both 〈…〉 Of her remou'd and soule-infusde regard OF her remou'd and soule-infusde regard With whose firme species as with golden Lances She points her liues field for all wars prepard And beares one chanceles minde in all mischances Th'inuersed world that goes vpon her head And with her wanton heeles doth kyck the sky My loue disdaynes though she be honored And without enuy sees her emperie Loaths all her ●oyes and thoughts cupidinine Arandging in the army of her face All vertues forces to dismay loose ●yne That hold no quarter with renowne or grace War to all frailetie peace of all things pure Her looke doth promise and her life assure HEr looke doth promise and her life assure A right line forcing a reba●eles point In her high deedes through euery thing obscure To full perfection not the weake disioint Of female humors nor the Protean rages Of pied fac'd fashion that doth shrink and swell Working poore m●n like waxen images And makes them apish strangers where they dwell Can alter her titles of primacy Courtship of antick ies●ures br●ineles iests Bloud without soul● of false nobiliti● Nor any folly that the world infests Can alter her who with her constant guises To liuing vertues turns the deadly vices TO liuing vertues turns the deadly vices For couetous shee is of all good parts Incontinent for still she showes entices To consort with them sucking out theyr harts Proud for the scorns prostrate humilitie And gluttonous in store of abstinence Drunk with extractions stild in feruencie From contemplation and true continence Burning in wrath against impatience And sloth it selfe for she will neuer rise From that all-seeing trance the band of sence Wherein in view of all soules skils she lyes No constancie to that her minde doth moue Nor riches to the vertues of my loue NOr riches to the vertues of my loue Nor Empire to her mighty gouernment Which fayre analisde in her beauties groue Showes Lawes for care and Canons for content And as a purple tincture gyuen to Glasse By cleere transmission of the Sunne doth