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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
water_n	body_n	earth_n	element_n	7,308	5	10.1853	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13798	Laura The toyes of a traueller. Or The feast of fancie. Diuided into three parts. By R.T. Gentleman.	Tofte, Robert, 1561-1620.	1597 (1597)	STC 24097; ESTC S104850	26,000	77

to that part so parted be thou kinde And to the same impart thy louing cheere That I returning may againe vnite This parted Hart and finde for griefe delight London III. Like to the blacksome night I may compare My Mistres gowne when darknes playes his prise But her sweet face like to the Sunne most faire VVhen he in glory ginneth to arise Yet this no whit the other doth disgrace But rather dubleth Bewtie in the place Contraries like to these set opposite So daintie and so pleasing in their show To lookers on doo breed no small delight And pleasure great thereby to them doth grow Oh wonder strange oh sollace sweete to see In one selfe subiect Night and Day to bee IIII. In the AEgean dangerous sea of Loue In midst of faithlesse waues and wicked winde VVhere to my cost most bitter brunts I proue A new Arion there my selfe I finde And though as he I play on Harpe and sing Yet cannot cunning mine so high aspire As for to make the skipping fish mee bring Vnto that wished shore I so desire Onely my Laura peerlesse for to see May in this troubled floud my Dolphin bee V. Great was the strife betweene the Sunne on 〈◊〉 And my faire Sunne when first she gan to peere VVho should exceed in brightest Maiestie And show in fight of spacious world most cleere The Sunne did shine but she did lighten bright And so his burning beames extinguisht quite Nay more my Sunne on sudden to the Sunne Lent light and yet no light at all did want Where els the other had been quite vndone For lacke of brightnes which with him was scant The beautie then the Sunne doth vse to show My Sunne doth giue and from her it doth grow VI. Turnd to a stone was he that did bewray Vnwitting to the craftie I heife himselfe The theft not thinking he had stoln the pray In hope to gaine a little paltrie pelfe So I who vnawares to cruell Thee The robber of my hart confest the theft A senselesse Stone like Battus am to see Onely in this vnlike that shape berest That where to worthlesse Stone he turned was I for a Touchstone true of Loue doo passe VII Downe from the necke vnto that daintie Brest Which Nature made a myrrour of delight And where a world of beauties sweet doo rest Doth hang a costly Chaine of Pearle most bright And of proportion are so iust and round That such in India rich cannot be found Besides their orient brightness is alike So that mine eyes are dazled with the same And not much vsde to see so faire a sight A sight which doth the Sunne in glorie staine Can well discerne though them they both doo see If Brest bee Pearle or Pearle in Bosome bee VIII To giue that life which had not breath before Prometheus from aboue stole heauenly fire For which his boldnes he was plagued sore A iust reward for such an high aspire So whilst I steale from thee my Heauen aboue The heate which doth reuiue my dying sprite For rashnes mine eternall griefe I proue Yet though our fault's all one the plague's not like He feeles of Vulture one alone the smart But I haue thousands which still gnaw my hart IX Loue being blinde hath wrought me damage sore Thou blinde in this my louing euill wast Nor would I see the snare being blinde farre more Wherein my selfe I did entangle fast Yet hath this blindnes harme done vnto none But vnto Beauties Buzzard me alone When blinded Boy did catch my harmlesse Hart Thou didst not see the net so intricate Which bound mee being blinde blinde as thou art To be a thrall in this most wretched state So that alone to worke my misery Loue blinde is blinde wert Thou and blinder I. X. If Laura thou doost burne gainst me in hate Then me such busses sweete why doost thou giue VVhy checkst thou not the Cheeks which giue the mate The vitall cause whereby I breathe and liue Perhaps it is because through too much ioy As in sweete swound I might away depart If so thou doo and thinke me so to noy Kisse hardly and with kissing breed my smart Content am I to loose this life of mine VVhilst I doo kisse that louely lip of thine XI Vpon triumphant Chariot passing rare In which my Sunne doth sit like Maiestie And makes the day shew vnto vs more faire Whose cheerfulnes delights each mortall eye● I rash like to another Phaeton With hare-braine hast too hastie lept thereon But for my boldnes deerly did I pay And had like plague as he for being ore-braue Yet though in equall fortune both did stay For life he lost and death she to me gaue The punisher of both was not the same For he by I●●● and I by Loue was slaine XII The Beautie that in Paradice doth grow Liuely appeares in my sweet Goddesse face From whence as from a christall Riuer flow Fauour deuine and comelines of grace But in her daintie yet too cruell Brest More crueltie and hardnes doth abound Than doth in painfull Purgatorie rest So that at once she's faire and cruell found When in her face and breast ah griefe to tell Bright Heauen she showes and craftie ●ides dark hell XIII Whilst angrie Iuno from the scowling Skies Thicke swinging showers did downward send amaine My Ladie mounting vp in stately wise From heauen more fast did fierie lightning raine So that the people passing had lesse harme By water●wet than by the fire ore-warme The water onely●wet their outward skin A matter small in which was danger none But this her fire did burne their harts within And forst them as they went to sigh and grone So that thei● greife was greater sauns all doubt To haue within fier than water without XIIII The swift Menander turning windes so fast And with his streame in circle wise so ●uns That wanton-like from whence he springs at last Backe to his fountaine head againe he comes In me a riuer huge of teares from hart To watrie eyes ascend from whence they flow And running downe doo from mine eyes depart Descending to my hart againe below So that through vertue of most mightie Loue In hart a new Menander I doo proue XV. Thou stranger who with wandring steps dost wend Thy gazing eyes turne quickly vnto mee And to my speech with listning eare attend In whom foure Elements vnited bee Marke well and as a wonder tell the same Of Cupids force poore Louer● I●mburlane First this my body's earth and earth most cold The fire within my hart in couert lyes The aire's my sighes mine eyes doo waters hold Thus for my Saint be doth me marteri●e Earth is my bodie strange seemes not this same The aire my sighes eyes water hart the flame XVI If louely Lasse for Fairing thine of mee Gold in this Faire thou meanest for to haue Then giue me of thy Haires which golden bee Giue vnto mee since thou of mee doost craue Nor by this bargaine shalt thou losse sustaine