Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	heart_n	love_n	love_v	7,424	5	6.5073	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03337	Flora's lamentable passion, crown'd with unspeakable joy and comfort. Flora she did sore lament, her spirit did decay; Strephon fill'd her with content, and cast all grief away. To the tune of, Tender hearts of London city.		1685 (1685)	Wing F1367; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[108]	856	1

Flora's lamentable passion Crown'd with unspeakable Joy and Comfort Flora she did sore lament her Spirit did decay Strephon fill'd her with content and cast all Grief away To the Tune of Tender hearts of London City FLoras in her Grove she lyed Sighing panting thus she cryed Strephon thou art fled from me O my Swain I may complain for thou dost prove unkind I see I was ever chaste and Loyal O it is a grevious tryal that we should separated be Cupits Dart hath pierc'd my heart alas my joys are fled from me Here I sit in grief afflicted By my love I am rejected sorrows hath compast me round Insulting Death come stop my breath and let not grief in me abound The pretty little Lambs lamented Seeming to be discontented Hearing of her make this moan Quoth she my pain I can't contain for all my joys are from me flown He a thousand times hath kist me And as many times has blest me calling me his only joy But now I find he proves unkind which doth my comforts quite destroy With sweet language thou didst woe me And with comforts did'st indue me yet thou proved'st most false I see Remember now thy former vow which thou didst make in secresie I was never fond and fickle Down her Cheeks the tears did trickle and her colour waxed pale With complaint her heart did faint quoth she I find my spirits fail Strephons Answer to Flora's Complaint In the midst of all her trouble Strephon did her joys redouble with a sweet oblieging way He did her greet quoth he my sweet my Love is fixt from all decay Floras I do dearly love thee I esteem no one above thee thou shalt have thy hearts delight Then here 's my hand do thou command and I will serve thee day and night Though I seemed to be parted Yet I am more loyal hearted my Love is linked unto thee Take hand and heart we 'l never part thou art my life and liberty Floras I in heart adore thee I prefer no one before thee thou hast a sweet oblieging Eye I 'le ne'r be cruel to my Iewel but be faithful till I dye Do not think that I will slight thee I endeavour to delight thee nothing shall my love annoy I will nourish and will cherish my sweet Floras my true joy Printed for J. Deacon at the Angel in Guilt-spur street without Newgate