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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	write_v	young_a	youth_n	57	3	7.5221	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A67346	Poems, &c. written upon several occasions, and to several persons by Edmond Waller.; Poems. Selections	Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.	1686 (1686)	Wing W517; ESTC R9926	76,360	316

wing Your Judgment makes us careful how we sing ●ines not compos'd as heretofore in haste ●olisht like Marble shall like Marble last And make you through as many Ages shine As Tasso has the Hero's of your Line Thô other Names our wary Writers use You are the Subject of the British Muse Dilating Mischief to your self unknown Men write and die of Wounds they dare not own So the bright Sun burns all our Grass away While it means nothing but to give us Day These Verses were writ in the Tasso of Her Royal Highness TAsso knew how the fairer Sex to Grace But in no One durst all Perfection place In Her alone that owns this Book is seen Clorinda's Spirit and her lofty Meen Sophronia's Piety Erminia's Truth Armida's Charms her Beauty and her Youth Our Princes here as in a Glass do's dress Her well-taught Mind and every Grace express More to our Wonder than Rinaldo fought The Hero's Race excels the Poet's Thought Upon our late Loss of the Duke of Cambridge THE failing Blossoms which a young Plant bears Ingage our Hope for the succeeding Years And Hope is all which Art or Nature brings At the first Tryal to accomplish things Mankind was first created an Essay That ruder draft the Deluge washt away How many Ages past what Blood and Toil Before we made one Kingdom of this Isle How long in vain had Nature striv'd to frame A perfect Princess e're her Highness came For Joys so great we must with patience wait 'T is the set-price of Happiness complete As a First●fruit Heaven claim'd that lovely Boy The Next shall live and be the Nation 's Joy Translated out of Spanish THô we may seem importunate While your Compassion we implore They whom you make too Fortunate May with Presumption vex you more Of the Lady Mary c. AS once the Lion Honey gave Out of the strong such sweetness came A Royal Hero no less brave Produc'd this sweet this lovely Dame To her the Prince that did oppose Such mighty Armies in the Field And Holland from prevailing Foes Could so well free himself does yield Not Belgia's Fleet his high Command Which Triumphs where the Sun does rise Nor all the Force he leads by Land Could guard him from her conquering Eyes Orange with Youth Experience has In Action young in Council old Orange is what Augustus was Brave Wary Provident and Bold On that fair Tree which bears his Name Blossoms and Fruit at once are found In him we all admire the same His flow'ry Youth with wisdom Crown'd Empire and Freedom Reconcil'd In Holland are by Great Nassaw Like those he sprung from Just and Mild To willing People he gives Law Thrice Happy Pair so Near Ally'd In Royal Blood and Virtue too Now Love has you together ty'd May none this Triple knot undo The Church shall be the happy place Where streams which from the same source run Thô divers Lands awhile they grace Unite again and are made one A thousand thanks the Nation ows To him that does protect us all For while he thus his Neece bestows About our Isle he builds a Wall A Wall like that which Athens had By th' Oracles advice of wood Had theirs been such as Charles has made That mighty State till now had stood To the Servant of a Fair Lady This Copy of Verses being omitted in the former Edition FAir Fellow-Servant may your gentle Ear Prove more propitious to my slighted care Than the bright Dames we serve for her Relief Vext with the long expressions of my Grief Receive these Plaints nor will her high disdain Forbid my humble Muse to court her Train Thy skilful hand contributes to our Woe And whets those Arrows which confound us so A thousand Cupids in those Curls do sit Those curious Nets thy slender Fingers knit The Graces put not more exactly on Th' attire of Venus when the Ball she won Than that young Beauty by thy care is drest When all our Youth prefers her to the rest You the soft Season know when best her Mind May be to Pity or to Love inclin'd In some well-chosen hour supply his ●ear Whose hopeless Love durst never tempt the Ear Of that 〈◊〉 Goddess you her Priest declar● What offerings may propitiate the Fair Rich Orient Pearl bright Stones that n're decay Or polisht Lines which longer last than they For if I thought she took delight in those To where the chearful Morn do's first disclose The shady Night removing with her Beams Wing'd with bold Love I 'de flie to fetch such gems But since her Eyes her Teeth her Lip excels All that is found in Mines or Fishes shells Her Nobler part as far exceeding these None but Immortal gifts her Mind should please The shining Jewels Greece and Troy bestow'd On Spar●an's Queen her lovely Neck did lode And snowy 〈◊〉 ●ut when the Town was burn'd Those fading 〈◊〉 were to Ashes turn'd Her Beauty too had perish● and her Fame Had not the 〈…〉 from the Flame Vpon the Earl of Roscommon's Translation of Horace De Arte Poetica And of the Use of Poetry ROme was not better by her Horace taught Than we are here to comprehend his thought The Poet writ to Noble Piso there A Noble Piso do's instruct us here Gives us a pattern in his flowing Style And with rich Precepts do's oblige our Isle Britain whose Genius is in Verse exprest ●old and Sublime but negligently drest Horace will our superfluous Branches 〈◊〉 Give us new Rules and set our Harp in tune Direct us how to back the winged Horse Favour his flight and moderate his force Thô Poets may of Inspiration boast Their Rage ill govern'd in the Clouds is lost He that proportion'd wonders can disclose At once his Fancy and his Judgment shows Chaste moral writing we may learn from hence Neglect of which no Wit can recompence The Fountain which from Helicon proceeds That sacred stream should never water weeds Nor make the Crop of thorns and thistles grow Which Envy or perverted Nature sow Well sounding Verses are the Charm we use Heroick Thoughts and Vertue to infuse Things of deep sence we may in Prose unfold But they move more in lofty Numbers told By the loud Trumpet which our Courage aids We learn that sound as well as sence perswades The Muse's Friend unto himself severe With silen● pity looks on all that E●r But where a brave a publick Action shines That he rewards with his Immortal Lines Whether it be in Council or in Fight His Countries Honour is his chief delight Praise of great Acts he seatters as a seed Which may the like in coming Ages breed Here taught the fate of Verses always priz'd With admiration or as much despis'd Men will be less indulgent to their Faults And patience have so cultivate their thoughts Poets lo●e hal● the praise they should have got Could it be known what they discreetly blot Finding new Words that to the Ravisht Ear May like the Language