Selected quad for the lemma: water_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
water_n	air_n	earth_n	hot_a	3,655	5	8.1377	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16731	Brittons bovvre of delights Contayning many, most delectable and fine deuices, of rare epitaphes, pleasant poems, pastorals and sonets by N.B. Gent.	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?; Jones, Richard, fl. 1564-1602.	1591 (1591)	STC 3633; ESTC S104695	30,322	60

he knew where came the Queene The Shepheard durst not stay And where that he durst not be seene The sheepe must needes away To aske her if she saw his flocke Might happen pacience moue And haue an answere with a mocke That such demaunders proue Yet for because he saw her come Alone out of the wood He thought he would not stand as dumbe when speach might do him goo And therefore falling on his knees To aske but for his sheepe He did awake and so did leese The honour of his sleepe A pleasant sweet song LAid in my restlesse bed In dreame of my desire I sawe within my troubled head A heape of thoughts appeare And each of them so strange In sight before mine eyes That now I sigh and then I smile As cause thereby doth rise I see how that the little boy In thought how oft that he Doth wish of God to scape the rod a tall yong man to be I saw the yong man trauelling From sport to paines opprest How he would be a rich olde man To liue and lie at rest The olde man too who seeth His age to drawe on sore Would be a little boy againe To liue so long the more Where at I sigh and smile How Nature craues her fee From boy to man from man to boy Would chop and change degree A Sonet of Time and Pleasure TIme is but short and short the course of time Pleasures do passe but as a puffe of winde Care hath account to make for euerie crime And peace abides but with the setled minde Of little paine doth pacience great proceede And after sicknesse health is daintie sweet A friend is best approued at a neede And sweet the thought where care kindnes meet Then thinke what comfort doth of kindnes breed To know thy sicknesse sorrow to thy friend And let thy faith vpon this fauour feed That loue shall liue when death shall haue an end And he that liues assured of thy loue Prayes for thy life thy health and highest hap And hopes to see the height of thy behoue Lulde in the sweet of Loues desired lap Till when take paines to make thy pillow soft And take a nap for Natures better rest He liues below that yet doth look●… aloft And of a friend do not 〈◊〉 the least Of a Louer in dispaire THough froward fate hath forst my griefe And blacke dispaire this deadly paine Yet time I trust will bring reliese When loyall faith shall haue her gaine Till then the stormes of banisht state And penance in this Hermits Cell Shall trie her cause of wrong full hate Whose malice lo keepes me in hell A Sonet of faire womens ficklenesse in loue IF women would be faire and yet not fond Or that their loue were firme not fickle still I would not wonder that they make mē bond By seruice long to purchase their good will But when I see how firme these creaturs are I laugh that men forget themselues so farre To marke their choise they make and how they chaunge How oft from Venus they do cleaue to Pan Unsetled still like haggards vile they raunge These gentle birds that flie from man to man Who would not scorn shake them frō his fist And let thē go faire fooles which way they list If for disport we faine and flatter both To passe the time when nothing can displease And traine them still vnto our subtill oth Till wearie of their wits our selues we ease 〈◊〉 then we say when we their fancies trie To play with fooles oh what a dolt was I. Of the foure Elements T●…e Aire with sweet my sences do delight The Earth with flowers doth glad my heauie ●…ie The Fire with warmth reuiues my dying spirit The Water cooles that is too hote and drie The Aire the Earth the Water and the fire All doe me good what can I more desire Oh no the Aire infected sore I finde The Earth her flowers do wither and decay The Fire so whote it doth inflame the minde And Water washeth white and all away The Aire the Earth Fire Water all annoy me How can it be but they must needes destroy me Sweete Aire do yet a while thy sweetnesse holde Earth let thy flowers not fall away in prime Fire do not burne my heart is not a colde Water drie vp vntill another time Or Aire or Earth Fire Water heare my prayer Or sla●…e me once Fire Water Earth or Aire Hearke in the Aire what deadly thunder threateth See on the Earth how euerie flower falleth Oh with the Fire how euery sinewe sweateth Oh howe the Water my p●…nting heart appalleth The Aire the Earth Fire Water all do grieue me Heauens shew your power yet some way to relieue me This is not Aire that euerie creature feedeth Nor this the Earth where euerie flower groweth Nor this the Fire that cole and bauen breedeth Nor this the Water that both ebth and floweth These Elements are in a worde enclosed Where happie heart hath heauenly rest reposed Brittons farewell to Hope MY Hope farewell leaue off thy lingring stay Nowe yeeld thy selfe as prisoner vnto thrall Pricke on thy wings make now no more delay Be set thou art with Enuies furies all Oh Follie flie fond Fancie leaue thy roome Thou art condemde Dispaire hath giuen thy doome Thy threed whereon thy hope did hang so long Dame Enuies rust hath fretted quite in twaine And spitefull spite hath gnawne thee to the bone That sue thou maist but all is spent in vaine She is reuert and giues me still the nay And keepes me like the Spaniell all the day When caught I was I was content to yeeld My loue was lim'd and linked to her will And prisoner I was brought out of the field Of libertie to serue in thraldome still There lost I ioyes my toiles did then beginne When as I sought a froward heart to winne I sought I sued I was at becke and bay I crept I kneelde a heauen it was to please I thought my selfe the happiest man that day If one faire worde I caught my heart to ease But when that deeds of wordes should then ensue All then was turn'd like vnto Cresseds crew Thus do I sue and serue but all in vaine With lingring on my loathsome life in wo Thus do I seeke to winne but losse I gaine And for a friend obtaine a spitefull fo Then farewell hope the gaine of my desart Dispaire doth grow within my pensiue hart N. B. Gent. FINIS