Selected quad for the lemma: truth_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	follow_v	youth_n	youthful_a	12	3	10.7051	5	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A59332	Pastor fido, or, The faithful shepherd a pastoral, as it is acted at the Duke's Theatre.	Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.; Fanshawe, Richard, Sir, 1608-1666.; Guarini, Battista, 1538-1612. Pastor fido.	1677 (1677)	Wing S2706; ESTC R17055	40,219	76

Swain So proud but sighs for her and sighs in vain To have this matchless bright Divinity By Destiny and Gods reserved for Thee Nay thrown into thy Arms without one sigh or tear And thou unworthy not to value her Silv. Love the dull Fetter of all slavish souls No such weak power my free-born mind controuls Lync Oh Silvio hadst thou tryed Love once found In Mutual Lovers what true Joys abound I know thou'dst say Oh Love the sweetest Guest Why hast thou been a stranger to this Breast Leave leave the Woods leave following Beasts fond Boy And follow Love Silv. Love an unmanly Joy Keep they those Pleasures to themselves alone Who find a Soul in 'em for I find none Lync No Soul in Love the Worlds great Soul Dull Youth Too soon beleiv't thou'lt find this pow'rful Truth Perchance too late for he 'l be sure before We dye to make us all once feel his pow'r And be assur'd worse torment none can prove Than in old Limbs the Youthful Itch of Love Old Men In Love are doubly wrackt both with the sense Of their Youths Pride and Ages Impotence Silv. Must then my Youth for glorious actions lent Be on dull Woman prodigally spent For those Chimeras in a Lovers head Those strange Elysiums by Mens Feavours bred Lync Tell me if in this pleasing month of May When Earth is drest in all her rich array Instead of bladed Fields Brooks uncontrol'd Green Woods and painted Meads thou should'st behold Bald Fields and Meads Brooks bound with Ice the Pine The Beech the Ash the Oak the Elme the Vine And Poplar-like inverted Sceletons Stand desolate ratling their naked bones Wouldst thou not say Nature is out of Tune The World is sick and like to dye in June Now turn thy Eyes into thy self and see How ill thy Passions with thy Youth agree Behold a much more monstrous Novelty Then this would seem in Nature Courteous Heaven To every Age has proper humours given And as in Old Men Love absurdly shews So Young Men Enemies to Love oppose Nature and Heaven Look Silvio round about Examine this whole Universe throughout All that is fair or good here or above Is either Lover or the work of Love Sylv. How canst thou with such trecherous Arts perswade And thus the freedom of my Soul invade Was it for this I had my tender years Committed to the care of thy grey hairs That thou shouldst thus Effemin●…te my heart With Love Know'st who I am or who thou ar●… Lynco Thou art a Man or should'st be one and I Another what I teach Humanity And if thou scornest that name which is thy Pride Take heed instead of being Deified Thou turn not Beast Silv. That Monster-taming King From whom my lofty Pedigree I bring Had never been thus Valiant nor thus Famed If first the Monster Love he had not tamed And his great deeds by Glorys Standart framed Lync See foolish Youth how weak thy Reasons prove Had great Alcides never been in Love How then had'st thou been born If he o're came Monsters and Men to Love impute his Fame To Love his Conquests Souls like his untamed In their own Nature rough when once inflamed With generous Love and with its Sweets allayd Are clearer apter for great actions made If thou●…t Ambitious then to imitate Great Hercules and not degenerate From thy high blood since Woods thou dost affect Follow the Woods but do not Love neglect Not that I 'de have thee thy mean thoughts debase To poor Dorindas Love of low-born race Thy Amaryllis is of race Divine Besides by Contract she 's already thine Thy Wife already Silv. Heav'n defend me Lync How Silv. My Wife Lync Can Silvio forget his Vow Your mutual promi●…es received and given Take heed bold Youth how you dare sport with Heav'n Silv. Mans freedom is Heav'ns gift which does not take Us at our words when a forc'd Vow we make Lync I but unless our Hopes and Judgments fail Heav'n made this Match and promis'd to Entayl A thousand blessings on 't Silv. 'T is like that there Is nothing else to do A proper care To vex the calm rest of the Gods above Lynco I scorn both Lovers Oaths and Love Exit Lynco Thou sprung from Heav'n harsh Boy nor of Divine Can I say suppose thee nor of humane line Alectoes Poyson thy cold Limbs did fashion Fair Venus had no hand in thy Creation Exit SCENE the Second Enter Mirtillo and Ergasto. Mirt. Fair Amaryllis if by speaking I Offend thee I will hold my peace and dye Erg. Mirtillo Love is a great pain at best But so much more the more it is supprest Why do you inward burn and find no tongue Mirt. My fear and my respect to her thus long Have silenc'd me Alas too well I know Nor has Love struck me blind that in my low And slender Fortunes it were idle pride To hope a Nymph so shaped so qualified So rais'd in Birth in Spirit and in Blood Above all these so gentle and so good Can e're be mine No I have took the height Of my unhappy Star and dread my Fate But Amaryllis Weds say does she not Erg. 'T is so resolved Mirt. Oh my u●…happy Lot Now Destiny has done its cruellest part Despair till now but hover'd round my heart Till now amid'st the greatest of my fear Some glimmering hope at distance did appear My wishing Love did the kind Flatterer play And though 't was Night me-thoughts I dreamt of Day But now my Horrour runs through all my Veins Despair fills up my heart and absolute Tyrant reigns Past all recovery she 's gone she 's gone I see the Prize by a blest Favourite won From my weak arms for ever ever torne I see the Mirtle Wreath my Rivals brows adorn And now Ergasto e're my heart quite break Though 't is too late I am resolv'd I 'le speak Erg. Woe be to her should her stern Father hear That to stoln prayers she ever lent an Ear. Mirt. Alas my Looks and Language shall be far Both from offending him and injuring her I 'le only say to her I owe my Death And beg when I sigh out my latest breath She 'd cast her fair Eyes on me and say Dye This favourable Boon she can't deny That e're she goes to make another Blest My Sighs may reach her Ear though not her Breast Silvio the Rich the Gallant and the Fair The Priest Montanoes only Son and Heir 'T is he oh envied Youth whose joy appears So ripe for Harvest in his Spring of years Erg. Indeed you 've little cause to envy him Rather to pitty him Mirt. To pitty him Can pitty such a happy State befit Ergast Because he Loves her not Mirt. And has he Wit Has he a heart Is he not blind And yet When I consider with what full Aspect Her Starry Eyes their influence direct Into my Breast she cannot have a Dart Left in her Quiver for another heart But why do