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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
state_n	darkness_n	light_n	shine_v	1,758	5	9.8256	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02230	Fidessa, more chaste then kinde. By B. Griffin, gent	Griffin, B., gent.; Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602, attributed author.	1596 (1596)	STC 12367; ESTC S104847	14,581	67

to vnfold it My selfe with ceaseles teares my harmes bewaile And her obdurate heart not to be moued Though long continued woes my senses faile And curse the day the houre when first I loued She takes the glasse wherein her selfe she sees In bloudie colours cruelly depainted And her poore prisoner humbly on his knees Pleading for grace with heart that neuer fainted She breakes the glasse alas I cannot choose But grieue that I should so my labour loose SONNET XX. GReat is the ioy that no tongue can expresse Faire babe new borne how much doest thou delight me But what is mine so great yea no whit lesse So great that of all woes it doth acquite me It 's faire Fidessa that this comfort bringeth Who sorrie for the wrongs by her procured Delightfull tunes of loue of true loue singeth Wherewith her too-chast thoughts were nere inured She loues she saith but with a loue not blind Her loue is counsaile that I should not loue But vpon vertues fixe a staied mind But what this new coynd loue loue doth reproue If this be loue of which you make such store Sweet loue me lesse that you may loue me more SONNET XXI HE that will Caesar be or els not be Who can aspire to Caesars bleeding fame Must be of high resolue but what is he That thinkes to gaine a second Caesars name Who ere he be that climes aboue his strength And climeth high the greater is his fall For though he sit a while we see at length His slipperie place no firmnes hath at all Great is his bruse that falleth from on high This warneth me that I should not aspire Examples should preuaile I care not I I perish must or haue what I desire This humour doth with mine full well agree I must Fidessaes be or els not be SONNET XXII IT was of loue vngentle gentle boy That thou didst come and harbour in my brest Not of intent my body to destroy And haue my soule with restles cares opprest But sith thy loue doth turne vnto my paine Returne to Greece sweete lad where thou wast borne Leaue me alone my griefes to entertaine If thou forsake mee I am lesse forlorne Although alone yet shall I finde more ease Then see thou hie thee hence or I will chase thee Men highly wronged care not to displease My fortune hangs on thee thou doest disgrace me Yet at thy farewell play a friendly part To make amends flye to Fidessaes hart SONNET XXIII FLye to her heart houer about her heart With daintie kisses mollifie her heart Pierce with thy arrowes her obdurate heart With sweet allurements euer moue her heart At midday and at midnight touch her heart Be lurking closely nestle about her heart With power thou art a god command her heart Kindle thy coales of loue about her heart Yea euen into thy selfe transforme her heart And she must loue be sure thou haue her heart And I must dye if thou haue not her heart Thy bed if thou rest well must be her heart He hath the best part sure that hath the heart What haue I not if I haue but her heart SONNET XXIIII STriuing is past ah I must sinke and drowne And that in sight of long descried shore I cannot send for ayd vnto the towne All helpe is vaine and I must dye therefore Then poore distressed caytiue be resolued To leaue this earthly dwelling fraught with care Cease will thy woes thy corps in earth inuolued Thou dyest for her that will no helpe prepare Oh see my case her selfe doth now behold The casement open is she seemes to speake But she is gone oh then I dare be bold And needs must say she causde my heart to breake I dye before I drowne oh heauie case It was because I saw my mistris face SONNET XXV COmpare me to Pygmalion with his image sotted For as was he euen so am I deceiued The shadow only is to me alotted The substance hath of substance me bereued Then poore and helples must I wander still In deepe laments to passe succeeding daies Weltring in woes that poore and mightie kill Oh who is mightie that so soone decaies The dread almightie hath appoynted so The finall period of all worldly things That as in time they come so must they goe Death common is to beggers and to kings But whither doe I runne beside my text I runne to death for death must be the next SONNET XXVI THe sillie bird that hasts vnto the net And flutters to and fro till she be taken Doth looke some foode or succour there to get But looseth life so much is she mistaken The foolish flie that flieth to the flame With ceaseles houering and with restles flight Is burned straight to ashes in the same And findes her death where was her most delight The proude aspiring boye that needes would prie Into the secrets of the highest seate Had some conceite to gaine content thereby Or else his follie sure was wondrous great These did through follie perish all and die And though I know it euen so doe I. SONNET XXVII POore worme poore silly worme alas poore beast Feare makes thee hide thy head within the groūd Because of creeping things thou art the least Yet euery foote giues thee thy mortall wound But I thy fellow worme am in worse state For thou thy Sunne enioyest but I want mine I liue in irksome night oh cruell fate My Sunne will neuer rise nor euer shine Thus blind of light mine eyes misguide my feete And balefull darknes makes me still afraide Men mocke me when I stumble in the streete And wonder how my yong sight so decaide Yet doe I ioy in this euen when I fall That I shall see againe and then see all SONNET XXVIII WEll may my soule immortall and diuine That is imprison'd in a lump of clay Breath out laments vntill this bodie pine That from her takes her pleasures all away Pine then thou lothed prison of my life Vntoward subiect of the least aggrieuance Oh let me dye mortalitie is rife Death comes by wounds by sicknes care chance Oh earth the time will come when I 'le resume thee And in my bosome make thy resting place Then doe not vnto hardest sentence doome me Yeeld yeeld betimes I must and will haue grace Richly shalt thou be intomb'd since for thy graue Fidessa faire Fidessa thou shalt haue SONNET XXIX EArth take this earth wherin my spirits lāguish Spirits leaue this earth that doth in griefs retaine you Griefs chase this earth that it may fade with anguish Spirits auoide these furies which doe paine you Oh leaue your lothsome prison freedome gaine you Your essence is diuine great is your power And yet you mone your wrongs sore cōplaine you Hoping for ioye which fadeth euery howre Oh Spirits your prison loath freedome gaine you The destinies in deepe laments haue shut you Of mortall hate because they doe disdaine you And yet of ioy that they in prison put