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	pray_v	prayer_n	13,124	5	6.7659	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A17882	The third and fourth booke of ayres: composed by Thomas Campian. So as they may be expressed by one voyce, with a violl, lute, or orpharion; Ayres. Book 3, 4	Campion, Thomas, 1567-1620.	1617 (1617)	STC 4548; ESTC S106662	15,441	46

all good fortake 5 Be not then of be ●●ry proud but so her colours bears That they proue not ●taines to her that them ●or 〈◊〉 ●●ould we●●● So shalt thou to all more fayre then thou west borne appeare CANTVS VII KInde are her answeres but her per-formance keeps no day All her free fauors smooth words Breaks time as dancers from their own Musicke when they stray wing my hopes in vaine O did euer voice so sweet but only fain Can true loue yeeld such delay conuer-ting ioy to pain BASSVS 2 Lost is our freedome When we submit to women so Why doe wee neede them When in their best they worke our woe There is no wisedome Can alter ends by Fate prefixt O why is the good of man with euill mixt Neuer were dayes yet ca ' d two But one night went betwixt O Griefe O spight to see poore Vertue scorn'd Truth far ex n'd False arte lou'd Vice a-dor'd Fr●e Iustice sold worst causes best adorn'd Right cast by Powre Pittie in vaine implot'd O who in such an age could wish to liue When none can haue or hold but such as giue BASSVS 2 O times ' O men to Nature rebels growne Poore in desert in name rich proud of shame Wise but in ill your stiles are not your owne Though dearely bought honour is honest fame Old Stories onely goodnesse now containe And the true wisedome that is iust and plaine 〈…〉 O Ne-uer to be moued O beau-ty vn relen-ting Why did I dreame Hard hart too dearely loued Fond loue too late repen-ting of too much blisse Deceitfull hope was cause of this O heare ô heare ô beare mee speake O heare mee speake this and no more this and no more this and no more Liue you in ioy while I my woes my woes de-plore BASSVS 2 All comforts despayred Distaste your bitter scorning Great sorrowes vnrepayred Admit no meane in mourning Dye wretch since hope from thee is fled He that must dye is better dead O deare delight yet ere I dye Some pitty shew though you reliefe deny CANTVS X. BReake now my heart and dye Oh no oh no she may re-lent Should she now Let my de-spaire preuayle oh stay oh stay hope is not spent fixe one smile on thee where were despaire The losse is but ea-sie which smiles can repayre A stranger would please thee if she were as fayre BASSVS 2 Her must I loue or none so sweet none breathes as shee The more is my despayre alas shee loues not mee But cannot time make way for loue through ribs of steele The Grecian inchanted a●l parts but the heele At last a shaft daunted which his hart did feel CANTVS XI IF Loue loues truth then women doe not loue Their passions all are but dis-sembled shewes Now kinde and free of fauour if they proue Their kindness straight a tempest o-uerthrowes Then as a Sea-man the poore louer fares The storme drownes him ere hee can drowne his cares BASSVS 2 But why accuse I women that deceive Blame then the Foxes for their subtile wile They first from Nature did their craft receive It is a womans nature to begu●le Yet some I grant in louing stedfast grow But such by vse are made not nature so O why had Nature power at once to frame Deceit and Beauty traitors both to Loue Oh would Deceit had dyed when Beauty came With her diuinenesse eu'ry heart to moue Yet doe we rather wish what ere befall To haue fayre women false then none at all NOw winter nights en-large the number of their houres And clouds their Let now the chimneys blaze and cups o'er-flow with wine Let well-tun'd stormes dis-charge vp-on the ayrie towres Now yel-low waxen lights shall waite on hunny words a-maze with har-mo-nie di-uine Loue While youthfull Reuels Masks and Courtly sights sleepes leaden spels re-moue BASSVS 2 This time doth well dispence With louers long discourse Much spe●ch hath some defence Though beauty no remorse All doe not all things well Some measures comely tread Some knotted Ridles tell Some Poems smoothly read The Summer hath his ioyes And Winter his delights Though Loue and all his pleasures are but toyes They shorten tedious nights 〈…〉 AWake thou spring of spea-king grace mute rest becomes not thee They fay-rest women while they sleepe and Pictures e-quall bee O come and dwell in loues dis●our-ses old re-nuing new cre-a-ting The words which thy rich tongue discour-ses are not of the common ra-ting BASSVS 2 Thy voyce is ●s an ●●cho clear● which Musicke doth beget Thy spee●● is ●n Or●●● which no●e can coun●et●t For thou ●one 〈◊〉 ●●nchanting And I co●d heare 〈◊〉 w●●●out ending Other com●o● neuer wanting 3 Some little reason brutish liues w●●● humane glory share But language is our proper grace ●●om which they ●●uer dare As brutes in reason man ●u●pass Men in speech excelle 〈◊〉 other If speech be then the best of ●●aces Doe it not in slumber smo●her CANTVS XIIII WHat is it all that men possesse a-mong themselues conuersing Wealth or fame or Women one-ly som● such boast searce worthy the rehearsing are mens good with them in loue conuersing BASSVS 2 If weary they prepare vs rest if sicke their hand attends vs. When with griefe our hearts are preft their comfort best befriends vs Sweet or sowre they willing goe to share what fortune sends vs. 3 What pretty babes with paine they beare our name torm presenting What we get how wise they keepe by sparing wants preventing Sorting all their household cares to our obseru'd contening 4 All this of whose large vse I sing in two words is exp●sle Good wife is the good I praise if by good men possessed Bad with bad in ill fate well but good with good ●ue 〈◊〉 CANTVS XV. FIre that must flame is with apt fuell fed Flowers that wil thriue in sunny soyle are bred How can a hart feele heate that no hope findes Or can hee loue on whom no comfort shines BASSVS 2 Fayre I confesse there 's pleasure in your sight Sweet you haue powre I grant of all delight But what is all to mee if I haue none ' Churle that you are t' inioy such wealth alone 3 Prayers moue the heau'ns but finde no grace with you Yet in your lookes a heauenly forme I view Then will I pray againe hoping to finde As well as in your lookes heau'n in your minde 4 Saint of my heart Queene of my life and loue O let my vowes thy doing spirit moue Let me no longer mourne through thy disdaine But with one touch of grace cure all my pain CANTVS XVI IF thou longst so much to learne sweet boy what 't is to loue Little sute at first shal win Doe but fixe thy thought on mee and thou shalt quick-ly proue Way to thy a-basht desire But then will I hedge thee in Salamander-like with fire BASSVS 2 With thee dance I will and sing and thy fond dalliance beare Wee the grouy hil● will climbe and play the