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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
water_n	world_n	year_n	young_a	18	3	6.0687	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A14917	Faunus and Melliflora or, The original of our English satyres. Iohn Weeuer	Weever, John, 1576-1632.; Horace. Satires. 1. English.; Persius. Works. Satire 1. English.; Juvenal. Satura 1. English.	1600 (1600)	STC 25225; ESTC S111634	29,966	72

Poudred vpon so strange that many thought With purple coloured silke it had beene wrought But ah alas it was the crimson staine Of goddesses which Faunus lookes had slaine About his necke he wore a falling band Which tooke it pride from his faire mothers hand His ivory feete appearing vnto sight In murrey veluet buskins rich were dight The middle slits with tyrian Bisse were laced Whose prettie knots his man-like legge embraced In many places bare as vse hath bin To shew the clearenesse of the naked skin The wanton boy attired in this sort Vnto the Latian mountaines did resort Whose prowde height garnisht with such stately trees Seemde to contemne the vally at his knees The humble vally in as good a state But loftie Gallants lower minds do hate Was still replenisht with a pleasant riuer Prowd of the gift and yet more prowd the giuer Whose wanton streames the ban● so oft do kisse That in her lap at length he falling is Her bubbling water with slow gliding pace Shews her great griefe to leaue that pleasant place And with a murmure when she goes away Greatly laments she can no longer stay Cause th'vpper streams by violence would come To take possession of that ioyfull roome With swift pursute and as they gin to chace it The bankes like armes doe louingly imbrace it Whose purling noise vpon the pibble stones For such departure are the dolefull grones Her teares exhalde such norishment doth giue As on the tree-fringd banks made Pleasure liue Among these trees a goodly Cypresse grew That all the lofty pines did ouer-view Who bow'd her faire head in the sunnie gleames To tres●e her greene locks by those glassie streams Her top her shade vpon the Riuer show'd For the kind mois●ure on her root bestow'd Running vpon so delicate a ground As that the truth could neuer yet be found Whether it made the grauell pretious looke Or else the grauell purifide the brooke Whose meddowes greene enameled with roses T was Paradise some Poet yet supposes Added a shew so ruddie that most deemed The field to blush at his owne beautie seemed Neare to this valley Shepheards often met And by this valley sheepish squadrons set Within this valley past the time away With leapes and gamboles and with other play Here the Nymphes playd such summer games as Base For it was summer alwaies in this place And Bar●breake the which when Faunus saw So many wood-Nymphes standing on a row The boy though yong yet who so yong that loues not Or who so old that womens beautie moues not Spide Mell●flora Melliflora was Among the number sitting on the grasse Sweete Melliflora I can tell ye true The grasse grew prowd that vnder her it grew Faire Melliflora amorous and yong Whose name nor story neuer Poet sung She wore a garland wrought with Amorets With orphrates ouerlaid and violets Whose lacinth loue-lockes hanged out so faire As drest the garland garland drest the haire And enterlaced with a purle band Like cristall Tagus through his golden sand Which hiding nowe then hidden by the haire At fast and loose to play it did appeare Faire was her face yet fairer might haue beene If that the Sunne so often had not seene Her louely face for halfe the day he spent In kissing her yet neuer was content For God or man thinkes he the Cushion misses That wooes all day and winnes nought else but kisses Vntill the sunne with ouermuch desire Of loue for loue is hotter then the fire Consumde the wreathe of Diamonds in his throne Ouid's beguilde it was not Phaeton For Melliflora was the cause he burned His chariot and the world to cinders turned Strange were her weedes to Faunus yet not strange For in such weedes the wood-Nymphes vse to range A petticote tuckte euen with the knees Garnisht about with leaues of sundry trees And sometimes like a net drawne vp and wrought Which net the eagle Ioue might well haue cought And all her garments made so light and thin Who could restraine but thinke what was within And blacke silke laces whereon siluer bells Did hang aboue her elbowes and of shels Her slippers were her legges her armes her brest In many places naked yet so drest As nakednesse another raiment scorned For she her cloaths her cloaths not her adorned Faunus a farre off stood stone-still and gazed The more he lookt the more Loue inly blazed He would haue quencht it with his teares but then A sparke of beautie burnes a world of men It burnt the more yet who can well refraine From drinking water when he feeles the paine Of burning feuer though that water drenches And turnes to fire which like Loue neuer quenches But youth may loue and yongmen may admire If old age cannot yet it will desire For since that time old men of sixty yeeres Bear●ng a beard or rather beard them beares Will heate their blouds with loue and yong wiues chuse At such sweete weddings yongmen nothing loose Faunus kneel'd downe and vnto Venus prayde Before his prayers were the one halfe said He thought it best vnto the Nimph to write And shew his loue but ginning to indite He tride the Muses with his often changes Loue neuer loues to rest but alwaies ranges If once on Melliflora he did thinke He wet his paper both with teares and inke Fearing to end before he had begunne Mistrusting each word which his wit had done One was too darke another was too plaine This word too lostie and the other vaine That set not downe the sorrow of his hart This shew'd his passion but it shew'd no Art He tore his papers cast away his pen Sore was he grieude and yet not angrie men In true loue are not angrie for he knew The more hee studied still the worse it grew Then he resolude to take the rose-strowne way Into the valley where he saw them play Accosted all with Venus and the Graces With white haire hiding their enticing faces Which hand in hand would make a circle round With often turning then themselues confound In Pyrrhus daunce like souldiers armed twine them And wedge-wise yoked in array combine them And when he came that wood-Nymph was most faine That to their play might Faunus entertaine And if he spake the Nymphs drew somewhat neare him To taste the sirrop of sweete wordes and heare him And gray-eyd Dorys she would alwayes eye him Till she was strucke purblinde she could not see him Some wisht him sooner though he came too soone Before the pleasure of the day was done Some saide the night for Louers was the day And Loue delighted in the night to play For now the day his office gaue to night To lend our aduerse hemisphere his light The Nymphs requested Melliflora than To moue this sute to Faunus she beganne I would we had such eloquence as might Intreate your Highnesse lodge with vs all night We and our arbour euermore would rest Content and honourd with so great a ghest You shall but lie