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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	constant_a	generous_a	good_a	23	3	2.1572	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A67200	Hero and Leander in Durlesque	Wycherley, William, 1640-1716.	1669 (1669)	Wing W3746; ESTC R34099	19,045	79

hide himself for pale-fac'd Rout Of Virgin Penitents soon found him out And Mother and the Son lay both unheeded While they invoked him whose aid they needed And not the common way did they adore him But as they should lay prostrated before him The little piss-tail Girls made long Oration To 's Worship to be freed from Chalkes temptation The ugly stale despairing Maids petition But in a Dream for 's heav'nly apparition New marri'd Dames did only laud his Name And seem'd his Bounty to receive with shame But the starv'd Widows were importunate As Spanish Beggars who do scorn to wait And ask as if they would not be deni'd And yet so as they cannot be suppli'd Amongst those Cravers Hero was not hindmost As Swabbers Son observ'd who her did mind most And while all shew the Gods their Whites of eyes In Hero's bright ones he his Heaven spies Yet Hero's so on Heaven were not bent But they on leering Lover eke did squint And through the corner of their Lids did wander Some of their keenest Rays upon Leander So Gods and him at once brought to her beck And rais'd his hope yet did his Courage check For like a bashful Spaniel strait he stole With modest joy his Nose into his Pole His tail between his Legs yet slided to her And had the Heart though not the Face to woe her In words like these I must fu-forsooth own I am a harmless poor Youth of our Town Who but to see fine sights this morning came here And not to learn of little Love to stammer Who tongue as well as Heart from me hath ta'ne So that I can't if that I wou'd complain Yet something I wou'd say if that I durst But I wou'd have these jeering Fokes gon first Scarce had he whisper'd that but Congregation Quite weary of their deaf Gods Conversation Rose up and ending their unanswer'd Speeches To their Discourteous Worships turn'd their Breeches But when he saw that they indeed were gone And had left him with Hero all alone As if it had been for the nonce he fain Would have invited them all back again And with a new wish did recant his former For though his Rival's gone he durst not storm her And she thinking no harm as one wou'd say Did even for it then behind them stay For Women when they dare to keep the Field Wou'd have you know they do not fear to yield While dumb Leander look'd down on his Toes And numbered the Pinks upon his Shoes She did survey his Leg the shape and fashion Of the whole Youth with silent commendation For modest Maid I hope may leer and peer On all man hath if he or none else see her And if by fear a Lovers voice be frose May break the Ice and pris'ner Tongue let loose Hero therefore that knew the world took on her For slouching Lad the wooing in brisk manner And roundly said Feat Youth for want of speaking D'y ' think that I will suffer a heart-breaking When Men are become Women Women then May without shame I take it become Men. But Custom 's crueller than Love to gag us For Silence more than Love before doth plague us Why must nice Slut be dumb though rack'd nay prest When it is impudence not to confess 't Alas when I 'm on fire I must cry out Can Female-hold keep Loves Wild-Fire withindore If we do shut the Door 't will out at Windore We are but Paper Lanthorns to his Torch Whose Wafer-sides he instantly will scorch And never leave till through a way he find To blaze out lavishly before the Wind. So to hold Love for Maids as hard a matter As when they 'r tickled 't is to hold their water But why pray shou'd it trouble Lovers Brains If his kind well-bred Mistriss save him pains Though proffer'd Service stinks you 'll say my mind is To give before one 's ask'd endears a Kindness But for it wilful men I know do slight one And all but shy and sullen Sluts set light on But Men in Love more savage rude and stupid Than Brutes and more do shame their Tutor Cüpid And four-legg'd Dame may without Vanity Vye with our Lords their Lords humanity And we must own the Bear Boar Ass appear Indeed to have more of the Cavalier When th'Asses solitary Miss doth bray For want of him he does not farther stray Nor stop his ears her voice he thinks melodious Nor is she for her Summons to him odious Nay when Whip cann't by her is wrought upon To leave his Spanish Gravity and run And for their Wench will fight brave Bear and Boar After enjoyment as well as before Nor will their noble Spirits let a Mistress While they do live be brought to want or distress But may be they so good are and observing Because their Dames are more than us deserving And to speak truth I do believe those Ladies Are something constanter than we now adays More generous by far and bravely scorn To take half Crown or Guinney for good turn Their wit too and discretion ours out-does Lovers they run not from but lead by th' Nose But such as ne'er put finger in the eye Like ours who snivel sob and sigh and cry For what but they themselves themselves deny When Love by shoulder look their Dames do crave They stare not on 'um and ask what they 'd have And happy Dames they never were put to 't yet To speak as I am now or go without it Then to Leander she made but one stride To peer in 's Face which his coy Hands deny'd But to withdraw 'em when in vain she askt him She like a Bully swore and then unmask'd him By force of Arms since she cou'd not intreat him And vow'd she cou'd find of her heart to beat him Then poor Leander gave himself for gone And thought his Breeches were already down And of remorse in her he quite despairing Took heart and spoke out thus in her own hearing Are you the same that look'd but now forsooth As if Butter wou'd not melt in your mouth She that just now refus'd to bait the passion Of gaping Lovers with the least temptation She that did make green Apron fall so low One might have seen that same assoon as Toe And rather than she wou'd take up her Coat She with a shameless daggle-tail did trot To keep her Followers from sight-provoking Of Blew of Russet or of yellow-Stocking And while she follow'd was with humble praying She ne'er look'd back but gave them all their saying She cou'd not speak at least that one cou'd hear her And is she grown o' th' sudden such a Tearer Hero mean while was not abash'd a whit But rather glad he Venom had to spit I mean that of his Tongue he was so able To which she suddenly was responsible And with a shrug a mouth and cogging smile Such as of wrath a Cuckold wou'd beguil She said What will you be a new way jealous And 'cause