Selected quad for the lemma: war_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
war_n	choose_v	young_a	youth_n	38	3	8.1197	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A31552	Thealma and Clearchus a pastoral history, in smooth and easie verse / written long since, by John Chalkhill, Esq., an acquaintant and friend of Edward Spencer.	Chalkhill, John, fl. 1600.; Walton, Izaak, 1593-1683.; Flatman, Thomas, 1637-1688.	1683 (1683)	Wing C1794; ESTC R20264	52,589	176

Means long they debate About the matter all resolve to fight And by the Law of Arms to plead their Right But now they want a Head and whom to trust They could not well resolve on choose they must One of necessity the Civil Wars Had scarce left any that durst trade for Scars The flower of Youth was gone save four or five Were left to keep Arcadia's Fame alive Yet all too young to govern all about They view the Youth to single some one out By this time they had crown'd Alexis brow With Wreathes of Bayes and all the Youth allow Of him a Victor many Oades they sing In praise of him then to the Bower they bring Their noble Champion where as they were wont They lead him to a little Turfie Mount Erected for that purpose where all might Both hear and see the Victor with delight He had a man-like Look and sparkling Eye A Front whereon sate such a Majesty As aw'd all his Beholders his long Hair After the Grecian fashion without care Hung down loosely on his Shoulders black as Jet And shining with his oyly honor'd Sweat His body streight and well proportion'd Tall Well Limm'd well Set long Arm'd one hardly shall Among a thousand● find one in all points So well compact and Sinew'd in his Joynts But that which crown'd the rest he had a Tongue Whose sweetness Toal'd unwillingness along And drew attention from the dullest ear His words so oyly smooth and winning were Rhotus was going on when day appear'd And with its light the cloudy welkin clear'd They heard the Milk-maids hollow home their Kine And to thtir Troughs knock in their stragling Swine The Birds 'gan sing the Calves and Lambkins bleat Wanting the milky Breakfast of a Teat VVith that he brake off his Discourse intending Some fitter time to give his Story ending Some houshold bus'ness call'd his care ashore And Cleon thought on what concern'd him more His men weigh Anchor and with Rhotus sail Toward the Land they had so strong a gale They quickly reach'd the Port where Rhotus dwelt Who with old Cleon with fair words so dealt He won him to his Cell where as his Guest We 'l leave him earnest to hear out the rest By this time had Anaxus ta'en his leave Of his kind Sister that afresh can grieve For his departure she intreats in vain And spends her tears to wash him back again But 't would not be he leaves her to her woes And in the search of his Clarinda goes He scarce had travel'd two days journey thence When hying to a shade for his defence 'Gainst the Suns scorching heat who then began T' approach the point of the Meridian Within a little silent Grove hard by Upon a small ascent he might espy A stately Chappel richly gilt without Beset with shady Sycamores about And ever and anon he might well hear A sound of Musick steal in at his ear As the wind gave it being so sweet an Air Would strike a Syren mute and ravish her He sees no creature that might cause the same But he was sure that from the Grove it came And to the Grove he goes to satisfie The curiosity of Ear and Eye Through the thick leav'd Boughs he makes a way Nor could the scratching Brambles make him stay But on he rushes and climbs up the Hill Thorow a glade he saw and heard his fill A hundred Virgins there he might espy Prostrate before a Marble Deity Which by its Portraicture appear'd to be The image of Diana on their knee They tender'd their Devotions with sweet Airs Off'ring the Incense of their Praise and Prayers Their Garments all alike beneath their Paps Buckl'd together with a silver Claps And cross their snowy Silken Robes they wore An Azure Scarf with Stars Embroider'd o're Their Hair in curious Tresses was knit up Crown'd with a Silver Crescent on the top A Silver Bow their left hand held their right For their defence held a sharp headed flight Drawn from their broidred Quiver neatly ti'd In Silken Cords and fastned to their side Under their Vestments something short before White Buskins lac'd with ribbanding they wore It was a catching sight for a young eye That Love had fir'd before he might espy One whom the rest had sphere-like circled round Whose head was with a golden Chaplet crown'd He could not see her Face only his ear Was blest with the sweet words that came from her He was about removing when a crew Of lawless Thieves their horny Trumpets blew And from behind the Temple unawares Rush'd in upon them busie at their Prayers The Virgins to their weak resistance flie And made a show as if they meant to try The mastery by opposing but poor souls They soon gave back and ran away in shoals Yet some were taken such as scorn of fear Had left behind to fortifie the rear 'Mongst whom their Queen was one a braver Maid Anaxus ne're beheld she su'd and pray'd For life to those that had no pity left Unless in murthering those they had bereft Of honor This incens'd Anaxus rage And in he rusht unlookt for on that stage Then out his Sword he draws and dealt such blows That strook amazement in his numerous foes Twenty to one there were too great an odds Had not his cause drawn succor from the gods The first he coapt with was their Captain whom His Sword sent headless to seek out a Tomb. This cowarded the valour of the rest A second drops to make the Worms a Feast A third and fourth soon follow'd six he slew And so dismaid the fearful residue That down the Hill they fled he after hies And fell another Villain as he flies To the thick Wood he chac'd them 't was in vain To follow further up the Hill again Weary Anaxus climbs in hope to find The rescu'd Virgins he had left behind But all were gone fear lent them wings and they Fled to their home affrighted any way They durst not stay to hazard the event Of such a doubtful combat yet they lent Him many a Pray'r to bring on good success And thankt him for his noble hardiness That freed them from the danger they were in And met the shock himself the Virgin-Queen Full little dreamt what Champion Love had brought To rescue her bright honor had she thought It had Anaxus been she would have shar'd In the Adventure how so e're she far'd But fate was not so pleas'd the Youth was sad To see all gone the many Wounds he had Griev'd him not so as that he did not know Her for whose sake he had adventur'd so Yet was he glad who e're she was that he Had come so luckily to set them free From such a certain thraldom night drew on And his Wounds smarted no Chirurgeon Was near at hand to bind them up and pour His balmy Medicines into his Sore And surely he had dy'd but that his heart Was yet too stout to yield for want of Art Looking