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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	life_n	youth_n	zeal_n	27	3	7.1258	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A01776	Poëms, by Henry Glapthorn	Glapthorne, Henry.	1639 (1639)	STC 11911; ESTC S103221	24,348	72

POËMS BY HENRY GLAPTHORN Sustineamque Comam metuentem frigora Myrtum Atque ita sollicito multus Amante legar LONDON Printed by Richard Bishop for Daniel Pakeman and are to be sold at his Shop at the Rain-bow neer the Inner Temple Gate 1639. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE IEROME Earle of PORTLAND My Lord DEdications from some Writers are meere Customes from others Complements but from mee neither my Muse being yet too young to be authorized by Custome to intrude upon a Patron this being the earliest flight of her ambition and my Reason too old to suffer mee to be guilty of Complement to one so furnished with all Reality and VVorth as is your Lordship My motive Sir to this audacious errour is only the pretence of my respective dutie and for that cause will I hope merit an indulgent pardon VVhat you shall here find set down were the Maiden-Studies of a Muse which aspires to no other Fame than your allowance nor can my selfe atchieve a greater quiet to my soule nor ayme a higher glorie than to see my selfe by your free acceptance of this triviall Sacrifice rank'd amongst The humblest honourers of your Name and Family HENRY GLAPTHORNE Vpon the Duke of York his Birth-night at Richmond To the PRINCE and the rest of his MAIESTIES Children BLessings surround this Presence To begin Our votes to You without a praier were sin 'Gainst our religious loyalty could our care And zeal transform our very souls to praier 'T were a just tribute due to You who are The best of Princes each of You a Starre That gilds our Brittish Orb with rayes more bright Than was in Paradise the worlds first light Hark! whence this suddain harmony the Spheares Strive to divulge their duties there appeares A generall joy in Heav'n this night has hurld In stead of darknesse gladnesse ore the world Has calm'd the sea on which the Tritons play And Syrens sing for joy not to betray But why this triumph 'T was because this night Sweet Prince Your Birth did beautifie the light Adjudge a second Columne to sustaine The glorious building of your Fathers raigne To be our second Hope the cause that we Doe pay our vowes to this Solemnitie In wishes which a Mother might befit Or a full Lover in his zeal of wit May all Your lives be one continued Youth Attended on by health mirth beautie truth May You live free from dangers nay from fears And grow in graces as You do in years Shoot up like infant-Cedars straight and even Till Your brave Heads aspire to neighbour Heaven While wee with a most humble flame inspir'd Live to behold Your worth and to admire't Entertainment to the Prince Elector at Mr. Osbalston's PRotect me my best Stars A suddain fear Seises my faculties there 's something here Surely includes divinely now I see A power inferiour scarce to Majestie Claimes my Prerogative which since to You To Whom he place is consecrate by vow I do resigne with freedome blest Delight For this shall change her Tempe and invite The jocund Graces hither to erect Their Pallace here Mirth being th' Architect Favonian winds shall with as mild a breath As is expir'd by spotlesse babes in death Here one continued summer still display Making this seem a new Arabia But whence assume I this Prophetick rage Rapt with whose sacred furie I presage This happy Omen 'T is your smiles inspire Gracious and Noble with Aetheriall fire My frosty soule so as Promethian heat Gave the cold clay warmth masculine and great Thus for my selfe The places Genius now For your Inviter who by me does vow His heart your humble Sacrifice since Heaven Accepts a graine of Incense that is given With a true zeale better than pounds of Gumms Or Alters smoking with fat Hecatombs From fain'd Devotion He does hope Your eyes Will dart a beame to fire his Sacrifice Whose quickning lustre like the Sun may bring Upon the place and him a constant Spring To Lucinda upon the first sight of her Beautie ENcountring her I thought the morning Star Had left the Nabatbeans till on her My wondring eyes with a more perfect sight Gazing beheld that Venus was but bright Shee glorious To venture to compare Her cheeks to Lillies Sun-beams to her hair Were to allow her mortall far from me Be so much sin gainst beauties Deitie Tell the wild Indian that with prostrate brest Adores the Sun-rise in the gorgeous East His labour 's lost 't is needlesse any more To fish for Pearle or Diamond on their shore Nor Pearls nor Diamonds Rubies or the rest Of Metaphors by which are oft exprest Our common beauties nere can hope to be Grac'd by being us'd as an Hyperbolie In her delineation 'T was the light Of her br●●●t eyes depriv'd mine of the sight They once enjoy'd those fools who sought to make A Star of ●●●●nices haire might take Hers for a Planet fix it and ne're fear To dazzle Phoebus lustre in the sphear Lucinda describ'd THere 's not an eye that views Lucinda's face But wondring at the perfect grace That does within that modell rest Esteems her most transcendently above The power of Fancie Art or Love Truly to be exprest To say each golden tresse that does adorne Her glorious Forehead might bee worne By Iuno or by beauties Queene Were to prophane her sacred threds for they Could not such precious Locks display On the Idalian Greene. They are then gorgeous ornaments and bee The upper branches of that tree Which easily does men intice Beleeving it the tree of life to say That they have found a ready way To th' long lost Paradice Her Iv'rie Forehead curious Nature hath Created for the milkie path By which the covetous gazers seek To find a passage by her tempting eyes Without their soules intire surprize To th' Apples in her cheek Those suns of brightnesse which so farre out-shine Humanitie that their divine Lustre perswades us 't is no sin To think each as a Seraphin does stand To guard that blest forbidden Land And the faire fruit within Of which her lips like swelling Grapes appeare The sweetest children of the yeare In Natures crimson liv'rie drest And by her balmie breath to ripenesse brought They smile then blush as if they sought Strait softly to be prest Then as two full Pomegranates lower growes Her breasts such wonders sure as those Will force nice mis-beliefe to know That miracles as yet unceas'd remaine Since there doth flourish in each veine Violets on stalks of Snow But these though true descriptions are so farr Beneath her worth I have a Warr Within my pensive soule to see So many wondrous rare Perfections dwell In one yet find no Parallell In spacious Poetrie To Lucinda departing OH stay Lucinda and let flie A thousand loves from thy bright eye By which inspir'd I will expresse Thy beauties my faire Shepheardesse Thy Cheek loves Tempe where does grow Warme Roses in soft beds of Snow This wonder Dearest is to tell The world th'