Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	life_n	love_n	soul_n	7,027	5	4.9116	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16771	Pasquils mistresse: or The vvorthie and vnworthie woman VVith his description and passion of that furie, iealousie.	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1600 (1600)	STC 3678; ESTC S104767	14,911	50

would true honour crush And make her soule vnto her minde a brush And loues entirely where she takes affection Makes mans life happie in his loues direction She that is Nobly borne and Princely bredde Heauenly enclin'd and holily disposed A Sarahs spirit and a Indiths head And haue her comforts in that care enclosed That haue their rest in vertue all reposed Such an Angelicall Creature in a wife Might make a king to knowe a happie life She that doth rather loue to heare than speake And rather striues to vnderstand than teach And neuer will the bands of honour breake Nor euer seeke to clime aboue her reach Nor in her thoughts let folly make a breach Such a wise wench in true wits wealthinesse Will make a man finde his lifes happinesse Shee that will rather a defect amend Then to defend or any way excuse Nor coine a lie nor an vntrueth defend Nor from a friend a good aduise refuse Nor the true honour of her loue abuse Nor hath that blame that worthily may blot her Makes the man happy for a wife hath got her She that will weare according to her calling Such decent garments as she may maintaine And will not in her busbands eare be bawling To feede her humour with an idle vaine And make his purse beyond his penny straine Such a kinde wench that so her will doth cary Doth make him happy that doth liue to marry She that can goe to market for her meate And not stay twatling there with good wife Twat Come home and dresse it and can kindly eate That which God sendes and be content with that And take the leane together with the fat Know when to be a spender when a sauer Wil make a poore man happy that could haue her She that doth weare but her owne proper heare And hath no beautie but of Natures blisse Can not commaund a kinde of fained teare But when iust cause of hearty sorrowe is And rich or poore will neuer runne amisse Such a true wench to make a happie wife Would make a man to leade a blessed life She that doth beare the eye of modestie The face of grace minde of humilitie The tongue of trueth the heart of honesty The parentage of true Gentilitie In the true notes of true Nobilitie In my conceit would surely prooue a wife To make a Lord to lead a happie life She that is full of liberalitie And to the begger neuer shuts her doore And loues to keepe good hospitalitie And hath delight for to relieue the poore Yet hath a care for to enrich her store Doth make a man a very happie Creature That marries with a wench of such a Nature She that doth hate to brabble brawle and scolde To sweare and lie and talke of Robin Hood And will no longer any question holde Then while she wel may make her iudgemēt good To prooue that shee her selfe hath vnderstood Such a rare wench for a well gouernd wit Wold make him happy that were matcht with it She that is free from infamies deface Wealthie in lands her Cophers full of golde Her minde of vertue and her heart of grace And doth no honour but in vertue holde That true sweete Ladie be she young or olde Will make that man to leade a happie life That knowes what makes man happy in a wife Shee that is mistresse of her owne affection And vnto reason hath subdued her will And will not harken vnto imperfection To leaue the good to entertaine the ill In the true rules of my experience skill I thinke that woman where she is a wife Doth make a man to know a happy life Shee that in wealth and wo sicknes and health Is all alike vnto her setled loue And in the world doth count her chiefest wealth But in the life but of her turtle doue And seekes on earth no other heauens to proue In my conceit who had her to a wife Had no small means to make a happy life She that is wholly giuen to godlynesse And hates to leade the life of wantonnesse And hath true patience in vnhappinesse And onely seekes the spirits wealthinesse In the true weight of honours worthinesse If that a man were in hearts heauinesse With such a wife might liue in blessednesse Now hoping that although the birde be rare The Phoenix in a woman may be found And doubting not but many women are Of their good husbands happinesse the ground I wish the wise a womans worth to sound And deerely loue her for that worthinesse That makes a man to liue in happinesse But if that Youth for wealth wil match with Age And witlesse age will dote on wanton Youth If discontent doe growe to rancors rage When hollow hearts do hammer with vntruthe If ruine then be subiect vnto ruthe What shall I say but sobbe for such a woing Where kindnesse hath no cōfort in the doing Make then thy choyce not all alone by chaunce Let reason guide thine eye honour thy minde Vertue thy heart and so thy thought aduance That wisdomes care may happie comfort finde That if that fortune fall to be vnkinde Yet heauenly loue that doth the life reioyce Will make thee happie in a heauenly choyce If thou canst get thee wealth then doe not want But chiefely take good heed thou want not grace For gratious spirits in the world are skant And conscience liues in such a pittious case That faith on earth can hardly shewe her face And simple loue alas without some liuing Is like a present hardly worth the giuing And therefore leauing each one to their lot To like to loue and liue as likes them best To keepe their choyce or if it like them not When as they feele their spirits most opprest To vse their best discretion for their Rest I wish good husbands all to haue good wiues And all good louing wenches all good liues So hoping that the best will be content To know the worst must haue a time to mend Who haue bin ill may haue a good intent To bring bad humours to a better end Vnto your kindnesse kindly I commend Pasquils mad humour to describe a woman Fit to be lou'd of all or lik't of no man FINIS ❧ PASQVILS DESCRIPTION OF HIS Mistresse with a passion vpon the Ielousie of her match MY sweete Muse beholde a creature Of the world the sweetest feature Garnisht with those inward graces That adorne the fairest faces Which described in their essence Shew the earth a heauenly presence Haires no haires but golden wires Binding life in loues desires Eyes no eyes but starry glories Reasons states and honours stories Cheekes enchaining hearts beholding Lippes maintaining loues vnfolding Necke no necke but alablaster Natures mistresse Reasons master Breasts not breasts but beauties moūtains Of Mine●uas milke the fountaines Armes embracing loues deseruing Hands vnlacing loues preseruing Belly no but Venus bedding All too faire for Vulcans wedding Nauell not but Natures signet All the graces grau'n within it For the secret sweete

wit And let her be a Ladie for her honour Yet if shee be of an vngentle minde What heart of worth that will attend vpon her That can not grace true vertue in her kinde But like a Buzzard let her beate the winde While the true minde that hath true honor proued Makes gratious kindnesse worthily beloued Thus let her be faire wealthie noble wise Yet if these be not inly in the minde In the cleare iudgement of true wisdomes eyes Shee is no Creature of an Angels kinde While shadowes do but Indiscretion blinde No t is the minde that the true worth retaineth That all by vertue endlesse honour gaineth For if I may describe a worthie woman Worthie of honour in the highest kinde Such as but such one knowne to few or no man But by the module of a heauenly minde If that mine eye be not conceited blinde I will set downe how gratious thoughts bring forth The perfect wonder of a womans worth If shee be faire without gratious within Noble of birth and in demeanour kinde Welthie in purse yet will with bounty winne The worthy honour of a Noble minde Such a rare Phoenix in the world to finde And to be matched in her worth by no man May well describe the wonder of a woman But if her beautie be a common blaze To fire the heart of euery foolish head Or like a glasse be euery woodcockes gaze By fond affectes to bring a foole to bed If such ill humours haue the spirit fedde Where wisdom wants to giue the minde a grace It makes a picture of a painted face And if she be of Noble Parentage Yet turne her minde vnto a meaner string And by the want of honours cariage Will grace a begger and disgrace a King And leaue a Larke to heare a Cuckoe sing Vnfitly was that honours title giuen her Whē a base minde hath to such beggery driuen her And if she be as rich as Croesus was Yet if her minde be giuen to greedinesse And doth for wealth more than for honour passe And thinkes no honour but in wealthinesse In the true Rules of honours worthinesse She is as farre from true Nobilitie As an olde Churle from true Gentilitie And if she be as wise as wit can make her Yet if that wisdome doe not guide her mind Such Apish humours will so ouertake her That oftentimes she will be wilfull blinde And loose the worth that better wit might finde And then the wit that hath but folly proued Will make her little worthy to be loued Oh then let vertue gouerne beauties eye And honours loue a noble spirit Nurse Let wisdome wit to cares discretion tye And Bounty keepe the wealthy Ladies Purse So in the blisse where neuer fell a curse Perfections grace the spirit of that kinde That so can make a bodie of a minde For such a bodie of a minde so framed Containes more worth then passion can expresse Which wonder being in a woman named In honours title can deserue no lesse Then Reasons grace in Natures worthinesse Which on the earth in any one well knowne Might make her only by her selfe alone The Noble minde regards true Noblenesse And bends no eye vpon a base aspect Reiecteth pride rewardeth thankfulnesse And vnto vertue hath a chiefe affect And is not of the subtill humour'd sect But plainely sees and markes loues the hart That onely seekes for honour by desart It loues no creeping that doth sinell of craft Where faire before doth hide the fowle behinde Nor is it pleased in a sugred draft That fils the stomacke onely but with winde Nor loues a Falcon of a Buzzards kinde But like a Phoenix soaring in the Sunne Begins to liue when that her life is done It maketh patience kill each discontent And reason comforts in their kindes to measure It breedes the humour of the best intent And tels the heart what should be her chiefe treasure And but in heauen doth place the spirits pleasure It liues on earth but hath not heere her liuing While heauenly loue hath al her essēce giuing What worth hath wonne the fairest womēs fame But that which honor in the minde hath wrought And what hath wrought the truest honors frame But that which vertue in the minde hath taught To which the bodie is a thing of naught For in the minde the gratious spirit dwelleth That giues the groūd wherein each sēse excelleth The gratious glorious Queene of womankinde The virgine Marie mother of all Blisse What wonne her honour but an humble minde That shewes the vaine where truest vertue is Leading the soule it cannot goe amisse But in perfection plainely hath approued The onely life that is of God beloued Venus was faire but to Diana fowle Minerua wise till Pallas came in place But oh to match an Eagle with an Owle A baggage spirit with an Angels face Honour can neuer yeelde to such disgrace No vertues hand that giueth honours crowne Wil strike the thought of al dishonour downe Oh the true noble beautie of the minde The hearts chiefe riches and the spirits treasure That doth the soule to sacred seruice binde That only seekes in Paradise her pleasure Hath euen of heauen already made a seisure And shewes where vertue doth the wit refine It makes the creature to be knowne Diuine It makes the eye of beauty blesse true honour And honour grace the heart of humblenesse And wisdome make best wits to waite vpon her While wealth rewardeth seruice thankfulnesse And fils the minde so full of worthinesse As where such true perfections are approued Can not but be of heauen and earth beloued Penelope was constant in her loue Which to her beauty gaue a glorious grace Did not Lucretia as great honour proue Against Tarquinius in a wofull case Oh modest beautie hath a blessed face But faire and noble constant wise and kind Doe shewe an Angell in a womans minde Oh this same minde a spirit of that power That ioyes in nothing but in doing good And will omit no meane no place nor hower That may bring in the height of honours slood Caries no falshood in too faire a hoode But onely grieues at an vngratious Nature Doth in a woman make a worthy Creature Oh that same minde of true humilitie Doth gaine more grace then mountain mines of golde Where the true badge of true Nobilitie Doth shewe the honour that will euer hold While baggage humours will be bought sold Where beggers pride the Towre of Babilon Will quickly fall vnto confusion To shewe examples of our former times In true recording of those worthy mindes That would but fill my paper vp with Rimes Of commendations in deserued kindes Which wisdomes iudgement in perfection finds It were too tedious let thus much suffice To shewe the mind wherin true honour lies But as in all things contrarietie Doth shew the difference twixt the good and bad And in all humours the varietie Shewes which deserueth chiefest to be had Which makes the minde most