Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	father_n	prayer_n	son_n	6,000	5	5.5465	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08637	Ovids festivalls, or, Romane calendar translated into English verse equinumerally, by John Gower ...; Fasti. English. 1640	Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Gower, John, 17th Century.	1640 (1640)	STC 18948.5; ESTC S1325	100,089	190

and two Poles or Hyades Did know in those times or old Atlas Pleiades Who had the Bears Charls-wain or Dogs-tail spi'd This Sidon's Pilote that the Grecians guide That Cynthia's chariot in a month doth run Those signes which all the yeare do task the Sunne Throughout the yeare startes notelesse rac'd and free Yet men were conscious of Divinity For signes of starres the signes of warres did they Regard whose losse was shame and great dismay Which though of hay yet made as great a show And were as dreadfull as our Eagles now They hung in bottles on a pole huge tall From whence our souldiers by that name we call Thus learning-void and rude Antiquity Did make their Lustres ten months lesse then we Ten courses of the Moon a yeare was then Men much accounted of the number Ten Either because we with ten fingers tell Or ' cause ten months a womans womb doth swell Or else because our digits reach to ten From whence our number is begun agen Thence Romulus did rank his centuries By tens Ten Pikemen to a rank did rise The Pileman and the Generall ten bands And he that did on horse-back serve commands Ten companies he gave the Tatians Ten to the Ramnes ten the Lucerans This usuall number kept he in his yeare Which time a widow mourning-weeds did wear And that this month all question to remove Was first of old plain arguments shall prove The Flamens laurel hang'd up all yeare long Is now tane down and fresh boughs up are hung The Royall Court is deck'd with Bay-boughs green The like before the Old-Court-Gate is seen The old dry Bayes from Vesta's Trojane fire Are pull'd and now she 's prank'd in green attire Besides fresh fuel in her inward shrine Is kindled and the fire renew'd doth shine 'T is no weak proof that th' old yeare here began In that we now adore Perennall Anne This month our Ancients chose their officers Untill the perjur'd Carthaginian's warres In fine the fifth month hence we Quintil call Hence have the rest their numbers titles all Pompilius first from Sabine confines brought To Rome the errour of two months found out Whether by that twice-born Pythagoras Or from Aegeria thus inform'd he was Yet after him times still erroneous were Untill reform'd by Cesars skilfull care That God the authour of so great a race Did not account this task for him too base But study'd to acquaint himself with heaven And know that Court to him by promise given He by exact accounts Day 's golden King In his just time to every Signe did bring His yeare had dayes three hundred sixty five And to the Leap-yeare one day more did give Which piec'd-up day must to the Lustre come This is the yeare 's exactest count and summe If Poets may as fame abroad doth give Some private notions from the Gods receive Mars tell me why thy feasts observed are By Wives when thou art all for manly warre As thus I spake Mars laid aside his shield But in his right hand still a javelin held Lo I the God of Warre to Peace's gown Now first invited march to tents unknown Nor think I much some time here to bestow Lest Pallas think she onely this can do Thou studious Prophet of the Romane yeare Learn thy desire and these my sayings heare Rome's elements were at the first but small Yet had that small great hopes of this great wall Those walls for Founders were too large a room But yet too strait for Citizens to come Ask you where stood my Nephews Court of old That thatch there made of straw and reed behold On locks of hay he laid his sleeping head Yet heaven he mounted from that strawy bed And now the Romanes name was spread and gone Beyond his place nor had he wife or sonne The fruitfull neighbours my poore race did flout And I ill authour of a stock was thought In dwelling in plain stalls in tilling ground And feeding sheep more hurt then good was found Both birds and beasts do couple with their make Engendring fellows hath the basest snake In other lands each man enjoyes his woman But none there be to marry with the Romane I griev'd and with my spirit endu'd my sonne Cease pray'rs said I it must with arms be done Keep Consus feast that day in which his feast You solemnize he will suggest the rest The Curets and the rest rose up in storms Then first the father ' gainst the sonne took arms Now were the ravish'd almost mothers made The kindred-battel still is long delaid The wives assembled all to Juno's Fane To whom my daughter boldly thus began My ravish'd Mates 't is all our case behold We can no longer piously be cold The battel 's pitch'd Now choose for whom ye'll pray That side our fathers this our husbands fray We now must widows or else orphans live To you I 'll good and noble counsel give They took her counsel and their hairs let down And mournfull bodies clad in mourning gown Now stood the bands resolv'd for arms and harms Expecting signalls of the trump's alarms The wives came running with their babies dear Cull'd in their arms amid the armies there So soon as e're they came amid the field With locks all torn and scatter'd down they kneel'd The babes as sensible with moving cries Held out their little arms to grandsires eyes All those that could cri'd Ave presently Those that could not their mothers forc'd to crie Down fell their arms and anger and their swords Put up they all shook hands in kind accords Each hugg'd his daughter and his grandchild held Upon his shield the sweetest use of shield Thence Sabine wives no small advantage challenge To keep a day to me on my first Calends Because on naked swords they venturing Themselves our warres to friendly peace did bring Or ' cause Nun Ilia mother'd was by me The Mothers honour my solemnitie Or ' cause I hill Winter now takes his farewell And Sols warm beams the languish'd snow expell Frost-barbed trees their opening leaves renew The widow'd vine-branch pearly buds doth shew The thrifty herb within the ground long pent Into the aire now finds a private vent Now frolick cattel breed and fields all yield And birds on boughs their fost'ring nests do build Good cause have Wives who vows and vigour spend Upon their young my pregnant times to tend Besides on that hill where that Sonne of mine Kept Excubies thence called Esquiline The Latine wives this day or I mistake A publick temple did to Juno make In brief and not to load thy memorie With many words the plainest reason see My Mother loves them therefore they frequent me This pious cause doth most of all content me Bring flow'rs ye Dames with flow'rs fresh garlands make In flow'rs your Goddesse great delight doth take Say Thou Lucine giv'st light to all our eyes Thou help'st the woman that in travail lies But let the big with loos'ned tresses pray So may her child