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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	believe_v	faith_n	know_v	8,213	5	4.2899	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15642	Fidelia. Newly corrected and augmented, by George Withers of Lincolnes Inne Gentleman	Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1619 (1619)	STC 25907; ESTC S120231	23,315	60

beleefe Of these my sufferings or to grant releefe Since there 's no comfort nor desert that may Get me so much as Hope of what I pray Sweet Loue farewell farewell faire beauties light And euery pleasing obiect of the sight My poore despairing heart here biddeth you And all Content for euermore adue Then eu'n as thou seemd'st ready to depart Reaching that hand which after gaue my heart And thinking this sad Farewell did proceed From a sound brest but truely mou'd indeed I staied thy departing from me so Whilst I stood mute with sorrow thou for show And the meane while as I beheld thy looke My eye th' impression of such Pitty tooke That with the strength of Passion ouercome A deepe fetch 't sigh my heart came breathing from Whereat thou euer wisely vsing this To take aduantage when it offered is Renewd'st thy sute to me who did afford Consent in silence first and then in word So that for yeelding thou maist thanke thy wit And yet when euer I remember it Trust me I muse and often wondring thinke Thorough what craney or what secret chinke That Loue vnwares so like a slye close Elfe Did to my heart insinuate it selfe Gallants I had before thou cam'st to woo Could as much loue and as well court me too And though they had not learned so the fashion Of acting such well-counterfeited Passion In wit and person they did equall thee And worthier seem'd vnlesse thou 'lt faithfull bee Yet still vnmou'd vnconquer'd I remain'd No not one thought of loue was entertain'd Nor could they brag of the least fauour to them Saue what meere courtesie enioyn'd to do them Hard was my heart But would 't had harder bin And then perhaps I had not let thee in Thou Tyrant that art so imperious there And onely tak'st delight to Dominere But held I out such strong such oft assailing And euer kept the honour of preuailing Was this poore breast from loues allurings free Cruell to all and gentle vnto thee Did I vnlocke that strong affections dore That neuer could be broken ope before Onely to thee and at thy intercession So freely giue vp all my hearts possession That to my selfe I left not one poore veine Nor power nor will to put thee from 't againe Did I do this and all on thy bare vow And wilt thou thus requite my kindnesse now Oh that thou either hadst not learn'd to faine Or I had power to cast thee off againe How is it that thon art become so rude And ouer-blinded by Ingratitude Swearst thou so deeply that thou wouldst perseuer That I might thus be cast away for euer Well then t is true that Louers periuries Among some men are thought no iniuries And that she onely hath least cause of griefe Who of your words hath smalst or no beliefe Had I the wooer bin or fondly woon This had bin more tho then thou couldst haue don But neither being so what Reason is On thy side that should make thee offer this I know had I beene false or my faith faild Thou wouldst at womens ficklenesse haue raild And if in me it had an error bin In thee shall the same fault be thought no sin Rather I hold that which is bad in mee Will be a greater blemish vnto thee Because by Nature thou art made more strong And therefore abler to endure a wrong But t is our Fortune you 'l haue all the power Onely the Care and Burthen must be our Nor can you be content a wrong to do Vnlesse you lay the blame vpon vs too Oh that there were some gentle-minded Poet That knew my heart as well as now I know it And would endeare me to his loue so much To giue the world though but a slender rouch Of that sad Passion which now clogs my heart And shew my truth and thee how false thou art That all might know what is beleeu'd by no man Ther 's ficklenesse in men and faith in woman Thou sawst I first let Pitty in then liking And lastly that which was thy onely seeking And when I might haue scornd that loue of thine As now vngently thou despisest mine Among the inmost Angles of my brest To lodge it by my heart I thought it best Which thou hast stolne too like a thankelesse Mate And left me nothing but a blacke selfe-hate What canst thou say for this to stand contending What colour hast thou left for thy offending That wit perhaps hath some excuse in store Or an euasion to escape a sore But well I know if thou excuse this treason It must be by some greater thing then reason Are any of those Vertues yet defac'd On which thy first affection seemed plac'd Hath any secret foe my true faith wronged To rob the blisse that to my heart belonged What then shall I condemned be vnheard Before thou knowest how I may be clear'd Thou art acquainted with the times condition Know'st it is full of enuy and suspition So that the war'est in thought word and action Shall be most iniur'd by foule-mouth'd detraction And therefore thou me-thinks should'st wisely pause Before thou credit rumors without cause But I haue gotten such a confidence In thy opinion of my innocence It is not that I know with-holds thee now Sweet tell me then is it some sacred vow Hast thou resolued not to ioyne thy hand With any one in Hymens holy band Thou shouldst haue done it then when thou wert free Before thou hadst bequeath'd thy selfe to mee What vow dost deeme more pleasing vnto Heauen Then what is by vnfaigned louers giuen If any be yet sure it frowneth at Those that are made for contradicting that But if thou wouldst liue chastely all thy life That thou maist do though we be man and wife Or if thou long'st a Virgin-death to die Why if it be thy pleasure so do I. Make me but thine and I 'le contented bee A Virgin still yet liue and lie with thee Then let not thy inuenting braine assay To mocke and still delude me euery way But call to minde how thou hast deeply sworne Nor to neglect nor leaue me thus forlorne And if thou wilt not be to me as when We first did loue do but come see me then Vouchsafe that I may sometime with thee walke Or sit and looke on thee or heare thee talke And I that most content once aimed at Will thinke there is a world of blisse in that Dost thou suppose that my Desires denies With thy affections well to sympathize Or such peruersnesse hast thou found in me May make our Natures disagreeing be Thou know'st when thou didst wake I could not sleep And if thou wert but sad that I should weep Yet euen when the teares my cheeke did staine If thou didst smile why I could smile againe I neuer did contrary thee in ought Nay thou canst tell I oft haue spake thy thought Waking the selfe-same course with thee I runne And sleeping oftentimes our dreames were one The Dyall

needle though it sence doth want Still bends to the beloued Adamant Lift the one vp the other vpward tends If this fall downe that presently descends Turne but about the stone the steele turnes too Then straight returnes if but the other do And if it stay with trembling keepes one place As if it panting long'd for an imbrace So was 't with me for if thou merry wer't That mirth of thine mou'd ioy within my heart I sighed too when thou didst sigh or frowne When thou wer 't sick thou hast perceiu'd me swoone And being sad haue oft with forc'd delight Striu'd to giue thee content beyond my might When thou wouldst talk then haue I talk'd with thee And silent been when thou wouldst silent be If thou abroad didst goe with joy I went If home thou lou'dst at home was my content Yea what did to my Nature disagree I could make pleasing cause it pleased thee But if 't be either my weake Sexe or youth Makes thee misdoubt my vndistained truth Know this as none till that vnhappy hower When I was first made thine had euer power To moue my heart by vowes or teares expence No more I sweare could any Creature since No lookes but thine though aim'd with Passions Art Could pierce so deepe to penetrate my hart No name but thine was welcome to my eare No word did I so soone so gladly heare Nor neuer could my eyes behold or see What I was since delighted in but thee And sure thou wouldst beleeue it to he so If I could tell or words might make thee know How many a wearie night my tumbled bed Hath knowne me sleeplesse what salt teares I 'ue shed What scalding sighes the markes of soules opprest Haue hourely breathed from my carefull brest Nor wouldst thou deem those waking sorrowes fain'd If thou might'st see how sleeping I am pain'd For if sometimes I chance to take a slumber Vnwelcome dreames my broken rest doth cumber Which dreaming makes me start starting with feares Wakes and so waking I renew my cares Vntill my eyes ore-tir'd with watch and weeping Drownd in their owne flouds fall againe to sleeping Oh! that thou couldst but thinke when last we parted How much I grieuing for thy absence smarted My very soule fell sicke my heart to aking As if they had their last Farewels been taking Or feared by some secret Diuination This thy revolt and causelesse alteration Didst thou not feele how loth that hand of mine Was to let go the hold it had of thine And with what heauy what vnwilling looke I leaue of thee and then of comfort tooke I know thou didst and though now thus thou doe I am deceiu'd but then it grieu'd thee too Then if I so with Loues fell passion vext For thy departure onely was perplext When I had left to strengthen me some trust And hope that thou would'st ne're haue prou'd vniust What was my torture then and hard endurance When of thy falshood I receiu'd assurance Alas my tongue a while with griefe was dumbe And a cold shuddering did my ioynts benumme Amazement seiz'd my thought and so preuailed I found me ill but knew not what I ayled Nor can I yet tell since my suffering then Was more then could be showne by Poets pen Or well conceiu'd by any other hart Then that which in such care hath borne a part Oh me how loath was I to haue beleeu'd That to be true for which so much I grieu'd How glady would I haue perswaded bin There had bin no such matter no such sin I would haue had my heart thinke that I knew To be the very truth not to be true Why may not this thought I some vision be Some sleeping dreame or waking phantasie Begotten by my ouer-blinded folly Or else engendred through my Melancholy But finding it so reall thought I then Must I be cast from all my hopes agen What are become of all those fading blisses Which late my hope had and now so much misses Where is that future fickle happinesse Which I so long expected to possesse And thought I too where are his dying Passions His honied words his bitter lamentations To what end were his Sonnets Epigrams His pretty Posies witty Anagrams I could not thinke all that might haue been fain'd Nor any faith I thought so firme bin stain'd Nay I do sure and confidently know It is not possible it should be so If that rare Art and Passion was thine owne Which in my presence thou hast often showne But since thy change my much presaging heart Is halfe afrai'd thou some impostor wer 't Or that thou didst but Player-like addrest Act that which flow'd from some more gentle brest Thy puft inuention with worse matter swolne Those thy conceits from better wits hath stolne Or else I know it could not be that thou Shouldst be so ouer-cold as thou art now Since those who haue that feelingly their owne Euer possesse more worth conceal'd then knowne And if Loue euer any Mortals touch To make a braue impression 't is in such Who sworne loues Chaplaines will not violate That whereunto themselues they consecrate But oh you noble brood on whom the world The slighted burthen of neglect hath hurl'd Because your thoughts for higher obiects borne Their groueling humors and affections scorne You whom the Gods to heare your straines will follow Whilst you do court the sisters of Apollo You whom there 's none that 's worthy can neglect Or any that vnworthy is affect Do not let those that seeke to doe you shame Bewitch vs with those songs they cannot frame The noblest of our Sexe and fairest too Doe euer loue and honour such as you Then wrong vs not so much to giue your Passion To those that haue it but in imitation And in their dull breasts neuer feele the power Of such deepe thoughts as sweetly moue in your As well as you they vs thereby abuse For many times when we our Louers chuse Where we thinke Nature that rich Iowell sets Which shines in you we light on counterfets But see see whither discontentment beares me And to what vncoth straines my Passion reares me Yet pardon me I here againe repent If I haue erred through that discontent Be what thou wilt be counterfeit or right Be constant serious or be vaine or light My loue remaines inviolate the same Thou canst be nothing that can quench this flame But it will burne as long as thou hast breath To keepe it kindled if not after death Ne're was there one more true then I to thee And though my faith must now despised be Vnpriz'd vnualued at the lowest rate Yet this I le tell thee 't is not all thy state Nor all that better-seeming worth of thine Can buy thee such another Loue as mine Liking it may but oh there 's as much oddes Twixt loue and that as betweene men and Gods And 't is a purchase not procur'd with treasure As some fooles think nor to be gain'd at pleasure