Selected quad for the lemma: truth_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	world_n	year_n	young_a	110	3	5.5671	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A32323	Passion and discretion, in youth and age ...	Calver, Edward, fl. 1649.	1641 (1641)	Wing C316; ESTC R22499	54,467	122

out of fashion worne Men point at them and in dirision hisse Is all their state and pleasure come to this These are the fruits goodfellowship affoords With other bitter and disdainefull words See then deare selfe the issue of excesse That in thy selfe thou mayst the same expresse That thou hereafter be'st not forc'd to grant Most vainly did I wast what now I want Unhappy man I counted counsell vaine But now my pride 's requited with disdaine My dearest friends did sorrow for my part But now my selfe do justly feele the smart Thus mine owne heart it often comes about With headstrong youth it fals thus hardly out Then though the idle censure of our daies To youth most wanton gives the greatest praise Yet sith thou see'st their pleasures are but vaine Whiles men enjoy them whiles they do remaine Which out of question cannot long be had But quickly vanish and their end is bad What needst thou at thine owne condition grutch Or thinke their vaine felicity too much Their pleasures are but shaddowes of delight Their day but a fore-runner of their night Their sun shine doth but signifie a storme Their soundest joy but a deceiving charme Then let not these deluding shews betray thee Nor yet the censure of the world dismay thee The proffers of the one are not to trust The scandall of the other is unjust And therefore surely neither of them fit To be thy guide though they may teach thee wit Come then deare selfe forsake these shadows meere And let some substance give direction here Let Reason now give answer in thy Youth That is indeed an Oracle of Truth That will not wrong thy tender yeares for gaine Nor count thy care of moderation vaine But rather tell thee it adornes thee best Thou canst not in a richer tyre be drest Nor for thy Young and tender age more meet For moderation is a vertue sweet Wherein doth fully lye confin'd and pent All the rich treasures of allowd content But that which doth in any kind exceed Is doubtlesse vaine because t is more than need Passion GOod and wise counsell t is indeed and fit For men of age and gravity but yet For me which am but in my Youth and weake How can I doe what others can but speake Thus of my freedome to become debar'd Which is a taske for older men too hard Severest Stoickes Passion most refraining Cato and Plato pleasures most restraining These in their youth were youthfull though grown old These out of envy must have youth contrould And should I seeke as very few have done To Canonize my selfe a Saint so soone I should be fitter as it doth appeare By ten degrees to live in heav'n then here Here men are men and must be so inclin'd Or else they doe degenerate from kind And if I meane to build upon this frame I must conforme my selfe unto the same I must not sadly sit alone and sleepe When other Youth doe pleasant revells keepe Besides now Nature doth most sweetly move With most delight to be belov'd and love Affection now is powerfull in my brest It sets before me undetermin'd rest Shewes me a creature in whose face doth shine Most rare perfections morall and Divine And will not leave me till I give consent To gaine this object of such deep content And shall I goe about to quench this flame To dash these fortunes ere I taste the same And loose this Price this infinite of treasure By being sad which might be gain'd by pleasure Or shall I be so ignorantly wise My love with shewes of hatred to disguise And what I most desire thinke best to gaine By foolish fained tokens of disdaine And thereupon as with despaire possest Refuse all meanes that proffer my request As if my fortunes warranted the same But I refuse as one deboyst for shame Or when that I with merriment should wooe Shall I then sigh and say what shall I doe And when the opportunity is gone Then bind my selfe to sadly live alone And do my penance for my ouersight In some dejected silly habit dyte As if that shews of misery thus great Might move my love to pitty my estate Were this a subtile pollicy in me Were this a practise fit for my degree No surely no this were but a conceite These have no substance these are of no weight Such cold weake motions are not like to move Within the ardent glowing brest of love But if I would enjoy my love as wone Which in my youth is fittest to be done I must take all occasions that conduce Unto that happy heart contenting use And prosecure the same without delay In spight of greatest danger in the way I must be free and generous of minde I must be unto youths delights inclin'd I must be ever jovell with the rest I must be in a compleat habit drest And fit my selfe to fed my loves desire Not onely in my talke but my attire For whatsoever's inwardly ye know It is the outside that doth make the show And as affection by the eye is bred So for the most part by the eye t is fed From whence its flames are ever the more cleare The fairer that its object doth appeare For this is certaine love hath most delight On fairest flowers to feed its appitite Then farewell all severity as cruell Which in my heat of love would quench this fuell And through precisenesse keepe me so confind To loose my love the treasure of my minde I see and smile to see my love begin To smile on me may I not smile therein Come then deare love this kindnesse pleads desert This courtesie incourageth my heart Yea though thou shouldst no other passage ope This should alone give maintenance to hope Henceforth I vow my service to thee then And whatsoever formerly hath beene To do thee a pleasure now shall be my care Thy livery for colours I shall weare And looke what fashion shall content thee best That will I alwayes weare above the rest If my proportion answer not thy will My Taylor shall amend it by his skill Or if that cannot thy displeasure scape Then Protus like I le seeke to change my shape And be created or be form'd a new If not in substance yet at least in shew Yea so my love may take delight in me I care not what it cost nor what I be Some fooles may count this my affection vaine But I must hold their malice in disdaine My dearest friends may worke upon my minde In hope to make it otherwise inclin'd Yea urge and threat the greatest punishment Yea seeke with teares to alter my intent Yet all their water cannot quench this fire But rather serves to kindle more desire For true affection yeelds so fierce a flame Resistance proves but bellowes to the same Discretion OH grosse rebellion how dost thou breake out What fearefull treach'ry dost thou goe about What heinous and intollerable treason Against thy Prince and lawfull Soveraigne reason Deare selfe what

that live What Glory dost thou to the mighty give Deare selfe then seeke to clime no otherwise Then Vertue teacheth if thou needs must rise But if thou wouldst be certaine not to fall The surest way is not to clime at all Passion and Discretion Passion COme sweet delights come let me taste you quicker Your Quintessence is Nectar Courtly lickor I tast your honey and I taste againe Yet unsuffic'd as if I drunke in vaine I drinke and drinke thereon and yet am dry Oh! have you fullnesse that can make supply Strange ever sucking and yet empty still Come let me taste you fully drinke my fill Discretion Fond man what mean'st dost hunger for delight To feed on that which feedeth Appitite Or wouldst thou drinke those liquours like the Seas To quench thy thirst which will thy thirst increase There thou indeed mayst drinke till thou dost burst Or thou dost drowne but never quench thy thirst Nor can that liquor satisfie at all Though taste like honey which converts to gall Passion Earth earth earth earth what is it voyd of sense Why have I feeling then who came from thence I call to earth for earth to ease my cares But why have I a tongue and earth no eares Unhappy man must I my case bemoane To move the earth and earth becomes a stone Let pitty then for ever cease to be Oh! give me earth or let the earth take me Discretion All-earth what ayl'st thou nothing but that mire Which thou wert made of suits with thy desire Is earth so sweet to taste on or to smell Be satisfi'd thou shalt have earth thy fill Thy gaping mouth and unsufficed throate With earth fill'd up shall make thee change thy note And in revenge the earth thou call'st so fast To feed on here shall eate up thee at last Passion You melting clouds which mourne above my head Let teares drop downe my dearest friend is dead Remorselesse death hath now untide that knot Most dead affection fasten'd or begot Departed Friend deare was thy presence to me Deep wounding death what vengeance dost thou show me Deare friend but must death sever's with his dart Life rather leave me too t is death to part Discretion Lamenting creature cease thy sobs forbeare Thy friends at rest then why art thou in care Death was but sent to free thy friend from strife Then blame not death nor rob thy selfe of life Life is but lent and so a debt indeed Which must be paid before the debtor's freed If freedome then by dying may be gain'd Thy friend is freed and thou thy selfe art chain'd Passion Faire yea most faire mistake not I the glasse Is there such beauty in a humane face Or more then humane very neere Divine If not meere heav'nly could it else so shine Heavens Master-piece or Natures rarest art Thy Sun-like beames attract my yeelding heart I gaze on thee and gazing lose my sight And yet the more I gaze the more delight Discretion Vaine Doter dost nay darst thou pry so neere Thy sight so weake this Sun so passing cleere Regard thy sight looke off a while its power Will faile anon it wither like a flower Beauty be comes a baite dost thou not know That Snakes doe hide where fairest flowers doe grow The pith of griest is in this barke of joy Faire Hellen caus'd the overthrow of Troy Passion Tush I have braines why stand I doubting still My wits will serve to answer for my will What need I tremble then or stand in awe When Logicke will defend why feare I law Come then Invention let us beat our braines Plot for our ends and give desire the reines Our secret Projects shall have good successe If otherwise our wits shall find redresse Discretion Proud Haman or Achitophel be wise Hee 's most a foole most on his wit relyes Seest thou not how they sinke or run a shore That make their Wit their Boat their Will their Oare Presume not then mans Policy is light Events are secret hiden from his sight He may the outside of things present find But in things secret or to come he 's blind Passion Woe woe why came I forth my Mothers wom be Why was not that Sepulcher still my Tom be There I had ease and rest but borne to strife Cryes did foretell the sorrowes of my life Sorrowes indeed tormented with such paine Which to conceive confounds conceit as vaine Can Natures wants by Art have no supply Oh! ease me ease me ease me or I dye Discretion I moane thee much but thou must be content Thy case is all mens comming by descent Adam did eate and surfet thou his sonne Art bound to suffer still the sore doth run Despaire not though but pacifie thy minde There is no sore but hath a salve assign'd If in the body Physicke there doth good If in the soule then her Physitions blood Passion What have I spent my time and Parents cost Ingaining Learning and my labour lost Is Learning now neglected yes become It seemes by me not worthy of a Roome Or if I be got in I am so pent The roome I have doth give me no content I know my worth and what the world doth owe me But purblind world will neither pay nor know me Discretion Have patience man the world doth place admit And Honour too to men deserving it Then rest content thou shalt have what thou would'st Be'st thou the same thou say'st if not why shouldst Thou may'st have learning great yet not allow'd Thou may'st have learning good yet making proud Thou may'st by learning shew the Truth most full Thou may'st by Learning most deceive and gull If Learning then can put such shapes upon her Let heavens give grace that Learning may give honor FINIS