Linguistic DNA - Concept Modelling Demonstrator

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	good_a	love_n	love_v	3,988	5	6.5055	4	true

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A14821	An ould facioned love. Or a loue of the ould facion. By I.T. gent; Amintæ gaudia. English. Selections	Watson, Thomas, 1557?-1592.; Trussel, John, fl. 1620-1642, attributed name.; I. T., gent.	1594 (1594)	STC 25118; ESTC S106218	15,231	68

from our likeings we must backward go And though we would not say it should be so The inward placing of their double eies Was to restraine the nimble wandering thought For searching sight so many motes espies As oft it makes vs thinke of that is naught And thought in time will breed a free consent From whence proceeds a daunger pestilent But least I dwell too long vpon this toie I next will speake a little of the last Vpon a bancke there sits the flying boy His bow vnbent his quiuer loosely cast With wings al wet as beaten with a shower Who sees him now wold scarsely feare his power One foote vpon the others lappe doth lie His right hand groping round about that heele The left do put the finger in the eie As if he plaind for smart that he doth feele So haue I seene old Batche the painter trace A whipped boye looke vp with crying face His broken scarfe hangs downe vpon his arme Cupid now sees who earst was deemed blind A pricke he caught which doth him all this harme For which he seeks but no where can it find Yet still he looks where oft he lookt before With that my mother smild and said no more THE ANSWER OF PHILLIS TO A MINT AS BY THE TRANSLATOR TO satisfie hir friend thus Phillis writeth Scarse well aduisde to whom or what she doth For trembling hand whilst fearful thought inditeth Do tell me oft men speake not alwaies sooth And that too many seme as they where iust In whom our trialles find but little trust Yet I haue heard how much they vse to glorie As if it were some newes of good import Of vs to tell an ouer louing storie Where with they make themselues others sport But in what case is that poore seelie maid That by her owne good nature is betraid Now twise too kind I must confesse it is For vs to write or shew our bad inuentions The lines we send proue maps of our amisse Wherein you men false measure our intention And though of loue the verses haue no sauour Yet are they deemde too prodigall a fauour We vergins on an open stage are set Where many eies examine euerie deede Where slaunder hides in euery bush a net To warne vs in our waies to take good heed Then may we hope that lines wil ought conceale VVhich like bad seruants all they know reuâ—ale The inside of our hartes must not be seene Wee must lock vp the secrets of the mind And though Amintas euer true hath beene Yet Phillis must not shew hir selfe too kind With these perswasions did I hould my hand Till your intreties gaue a counter-mand Where with the loue which once I did conceiue Before your sight to get what I would keepe Began a new impression to receiue In hope to charme your fond desires asleepe For truth to speake before your sute began I thought Amintas was an honest man Yet such as chastly meane to liue and die Must shun occasions tempting their intent And hate such sutors as in waite do lie To make our thoughts become incontinent My maidenhood was promisd to my graue An others right Amintas may not haue And I did tell ould Mopsus when he brought Too pander like the verses first you sent That since to wrack my chastitie you sought I would reuoke the friendship earst I ment T' was wisely done to send him on that arrant Since of his councell you had little warrant Now if I should which nere is like to bee Forsake the sweetnes of this single life In truth I rather had be match't with thee Then otherwise become a Prince his wife Yet do not mend your hope with this I saie For trust me Phillis neither will nor maie For who doe marke the daungers that arise And see the paines and cares the wedded vâ—nter But will preuent at least if they be That they such troubles shall not rashlie enter But grauÌ„t som maids their happines would loose Yet can you scarcely teach vs how to choose For may we take those men whose â—ies do sue Gazing as if in vs they sought their hearts Or may we thinke their shamefast gestures true Whose signes appeere the patterns of their smarts So wrought Ortello yet how false was he And why should his succeeders truer be Or are they best who with their heart-sicke woes A spotlesse faith right solemnly will sweare Or such as with old begging words compose A bosome loue to hacknâ—y euery where The periurd louers looke as others do The last to shew their cunning only wooe What counsell then since â—ares and eies may erre And error breedâ—s both smart and bitteâ— shame If we misgrant the futes they do prefer Repentance cannot stanch our bleeding fame So that if signes words vowes be forceles Women haue cause I thinke to be remorceles And since both good and bad their truth wil bost Bearing themselues as if no harme they ment Considering that the worst are euer most We must suspect the very best intent For deepe deceipt will speake as faire as he Who loueth best and fainest lou'd would be Now some againe too fond amongst the rest For present time do loue with â—eruent mind Yet when a while their loues they have possest In whoÌ„ diffrence froÌ„ their thoughts they find Perceiuing how their hopes were theÌ„beguiled All foâ—mer loue by them is quite exiled Then others fortunes they begin to measure Guessing how well some other men have sped Their own is the râ—st they think are treasure And now they tell how much they were miâ—led In neighbours fields the corne is better grown And euery thing is richer then their owne From whence there doth a world of michiefs slide For then hath thrift his paspoâ— to be gon All honest and loue is laide aside Yea and those michiefs seldome come alone For lothing minds are longing to be free And care not how so it effected be I am not angry though I shrewdly speake For sin it were with loue to be displeased Only I seeke your vaine desires to breake Which yet but sparkâ— I hope may be appeased And I dare sweare that you are none of those That with are practised to glozâ— Yet must I prosecute my first occasion By all good meanes affection to subdue And might I so preuaile by my perswasion As henceforâ—h you such sutes would not â—enew Might I Amintas thus those toies remoue Then should I thinke that Phillis you did loue Why faine I were a man as you do say And that my bewâ—y did so far exceede I' st therefore strange if you should haue a nay Do euery sutor of his purpose speede That which you did demand is â—ought by many But I will neither giue it you nor any And yet to you before a thousand more Were they as rich as Crassus in his pride And were Amintas more then thrice as poore When I may loue to him my loue is tid'â— But til our friends conscent we haue â—o power The couenant of that knot is none of oure For as from parents we our flesh do borrow So must we pay the dept which kind do owe And you shall alwaies see the mayde haue â—orrow Which crosse their liking doth hir selfe bestow Whose carefull eies all danger will espie When our blind fancies leade vs cleane awry And though my mother fauoreth you too much And partially to me reports your praise Yet what maie she do since the world is such As now the husband euerie action swaies Of whose consent there is no little doubt Farewell for now my wasted light goes out FINIS

pardon though the truth you heare And though against my will loue kept your right For I did striue to free me from affection But beautie was too strong for mine endeuor Who hath so forst my loue to your subiection As till you free me I am bound for euer To stop mine ears with wax mine eyes to blind To hide me from your sight amidst the woode In all these helps no helpe at all I find My loue is such as they will doe no good As Pelias spere could hurt and healde againe So therefore let me craue but this of thee That as loue made so loue may eaâ—e my paine And as you mine so I your best may bee The second Epistle I St true indeed was Phillis so vnkind With hand and hart vnred in peces rent To send my verses to the scattering windâ— When they to you and no where else were ment Those snow-white fingers soft as any cloud â—should not such shreudnes vnder beauty shrowd And could you braule with Mopsus in such sort For briÌ„ging you a pledge of true affection It was no fault your praises to report And he did naught but after my derection Amintas wrote the verses you did teare If so you like Amintas name to heare Did you commaund that I should write no more Why loue commaunds that I should write again Besides your looks affords such flowing store As makes a Poet write with little paine Yea you haue power in euery merry smile To force a loute to match Appollos stile What greeud you then what made you so to chide Were you affeard olde Mopsus would reueale it When next I write because I wil it hide I le bringâ—t my selfe and so we may conceale it My silent hand in your hand bestow That which none else but you and I shall know Nor Faustulus nor Corridon shall heare it Or once suspect our loue if you aâ—gree Our ioyned lips so to and froe shall beare it As ayre nor Ecco shall a witnesse be Till you my wife my happy armes shall fill Then let them prattle what where they will When last I wrote some angry stars had power And bad aspects agreed to show their kind Yet now I hope I chose a better houre And better hap I do not doubt to find Do you but reade to read you neede not feare Or if you will I le reade and you shall here I write not ought that may offend your eie Your seruant doth no more but shew his loue The wound you made perhaps you there may spy With some such passions as desire doth moue Which if you will not take awaiâ— from Yet what your beauty wrought take pains to se Doe but behold what guiltles I endure Accept true loue a guiltie fault you deeme For then my paines your will If you be she whom vâ—wardly you seeme If those faire eyes your emorce reveale The woud you made you caÌ„not chuse but heal Feare no deceipt I coppie from my hart No more then honest loue doth now sugiest The pen where with I write can â—aine no smart Being the index of a faithfull breast It is not long sence loue did let it fall Out of his wing for me to write withall No doubt he ment your praises I should paint So to vnmaske the vertues you would hide For knowing that my wonder made me faint And that our quills such works may not abide He hath supplide such pen such lasting inke As will performe as much as I can thinke Read therefore with desire read with delight Diana knowes that I doe meane none ill Here are no charmes I vse no magiks might In truth I loue almost against my will And neuer might they thriue who ly in waite To snare poore damsels with their lewd deceipt I am not I Demophion though you be Another Phillis far more richly prised In vertue more and far more faire then she Else halfe hir praiers had hir saint suffiâ—ed Had she beene you then he like me had lou'd And then I know he might not be remou'd Now as that Phillis yelds to you in bewtie So doth that periurd wretch that truthlesse Knight Submit himselfe in â—aith in loue and dewtie Vnto Amintas as he ought by right Whose blouming age by al men spotles viewâ—d With such foule deeds shal neuer be imbrewâ—d Oh therefore looke vpon my melting heart And ope the wounde that you the depth may see Vnlesse you know how shall you ease my smart And who should helpe if Phillis helpe not me You did the harme you may the worst amend Phillis my foe may so become my fâ—end No more my foe if you my health afford Then will I call you life or some thing better Yea if I knew a more effectuall word I would not long therefore remaine your detter You you shall be to me euen what you will Vpon condiâ—ion you my sute fulfill Sweet wer my brest such as the light through shind That so you might behold as in a fountaine Your thrise faire Image there deuoutly shrinde Daunced vpon aliuelie leaping mountaine Then shuld you se how like a queen you raign Commaunding lawes of pleasure and of paine There should you see how all my sences watche Readie to run at euery becke and winke Like straining grahounds striuing to dispatch Each thing that they to your contentment think Yea wit to will and will to loue resigneth And glad is he that so himselfe combineth Or if you search my secret hart within T is strange to see how loue doth reuell there Placing new pains where erst there non hath bin And raising warres and discord euerie where To se what broils despaire and hope doth keepe would make a harder hart then yours to weepe Yea euery part the liuer lungs and all Do witnes well that they with loue haue met The liuer which the seate of loue men call With scorched sides do shew where he hath set My longs with greuous sighes consume awaie While they would saue the bodies whole decaie My wanton spleene sometime fulfild with sporte Hath lost his laughing and his merrie cheere My tougn mine eies like mischiefe can report And so would all the rest if you would heare My tongue doth tire with begging your relief mine eies shed tears which shew both ioie gref Since therefore thus I suffer for your sake It were iniustice to increase my sorrowes Good Phillis graunt some pittie now to take And let sweet words restore what beutie borroâ—â—â— Happie am I if you agree to this But if you frowne a wretch your seruaunt is The third Epistle â—ast with strange doubts more pains your frend abideth Good Phillis auswere these my growning feares Let that sweet voice which yet your pittie hideth Pronounce the end of all my beggin teares But if some shame for modest you werr euer With hold those words which loue to me doth owe Then may you write for paper blusheth neuer And trust me well ther 's no man shall it know Stand

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