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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
world_n	love_n	love_v	lover_n	2,071	5	9.6421	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08625	Loves schoole Publii Ovidii Nasonis de arte amandi, or, The art of loue.; Ars amatoria. English	Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.	1625 (1625)	STC 18935.5; ESTC S4018	51,879	95

Deceiue the sly deceiuer they find snares To catch poore harmelesse louers vnawar●s Lay the like traines for them nine yeares some faine In Egypt there did fall no drop of raine When Thratius to the grimme Busiris goes And from the Oracle this answer showes That Ioue must be appeasde with strangers blood They said Busiris kild him where he stood And said with all thou stranger first art slaine To appease the gods and bring great Egypt raine Phallaris bull King Phallaris first said With the worke-master that the Engine made Both Kings were iust death deathes inuenters try And iustly in their owne inuentions dye So should false oathes by right false oathes beguile And a deceitfull girle be caught by wile Then teach thy eyes to weepe tears perswade truth And moues obdurate Adamant to ruth At such especiall times that passing by She may perceiue a teare stand in thy eye Or if teares faile as still thou canst not get them With thy moist fingers rub thy eyes and wet them Who but a foole that cannot iudge of blisses But when he speakes will with his words mixe kisse● Say she be coy and will giue none at all Take them vngiuen perhaps at first shee 'll brawle ●triu● and resist her all the wayes she ●an And say vvithall away you naughtie man Yet will she fight like one would loose the field ●nd striuing gladly be constrain'd to yeeld ●e not so boisterous do not speake to hie ●est by rude hurting of her lips she cry He that gets kisses with his pleading tongue And gets not all things that to loue belong ● count him for a Meacock and a sot Worthy to loose the kisses that he got What more then kissing wanted of the game Was thy meere dastardie not bashfull shame They terme it force such force comes welcome still What pleaseth them they grant against their will Phoebe the faire was forc'd so vvas her sister Yet Phoebe in her heart thank'd him that kist her There is a tale well knowne how Hecubs sonne To steale faire Hellen through the streame did run Venus who by his censure wonne in Ide Gaue to him in requitall this faire bride Now for another world doth saile with ioy A vvelcome daughter to the King of Troy The vvhilst the Grecians are alreadie come Mou'd vvith this publicke wrong against Ilium Achilles in a smok his Sex doth smother And layes the blame vpon his carefull mother What makes thou great Achilles tozing wooll When Pallas in a caske should hide thy skull What doth that palme with webs and thrids of gold Which are more fit a vvarlike shield to hold Why should that right hand rocke and twig contai●● By vvhich the Troiane Hector must be slaine Cast off these loose vailes and thy armour take And in thy hand the speare of Pelias shake Thus Lady-like he vvith a Lady lay Till vvhat he vvas her belly did bewray Yet vvas she forc'd so ought vve to beleeue Not to be so inforst how vvould she grieue When he should rise from her still would she cry For he had arm'd him and his Rocke laid by And vvith a soft voice spake Achille stay It is to soone to rise lye downe I pray And then the man that forc'd her she vvould kisse What force Deidemeia call you this There is a kind of feare in the first proffer But hauing once begun she takes the offer Trust not to much young man to thy faire face Nor looke a vvoman should intreat thy grac● First let a man with sweet words smooth his way Be forward in her eare to sue and pray If thou wilt reape fruites of thy Loues effects Onely begin 't is all that she expects So in the ancient times Olimpian Ioue Made to Heroes suite and vvonne their loue But if thy vvords breed scorne a while forbeare For many what most flies them hold most deare And what they may haue proffer'd fly and shunne By soft retreat great vantage may be vvonne In person of a vvoer come not still But sometimes as a friend in meere good will Thou camst her frend but shalt returne her Loue A vvhite soft hew my iudgement doth disproue Giue me a face whose coulour knowes no Art Which the greene sea hath tan'd the Sunne made swart Beautie is meere vncomely in a Clowne That vnder the hot Planets plough the ground And thou that Pallas garland wouldst redeeme To haue a white face it would ill be seene Let him that loues looke pale for I protest That coulour in a Louer still shewes best Orion wandring in the woods lookt sickly Daphne being once in loue lost coulour quickly Thy leannesse argues loue seeme sparely fed And sometimes weare a nightcap on thy head For griefes and cares that in afflictions show Weaken a Louers spirits and bring him low Looke miserably poore it much behoues That all that see you may say yon man loues Shall I proceed or stay moue or disswade Friendship and faith of no account are made Loue mingles right with wrong friendship despises And the world faith holds vaine sleightly prises Thy Ladies beautie do not thou commend To thy companion or thy trustie friend Least of thy praise enamoured it may breed Like loue in them with passions that exceed Yet was the nuptiall bed of great Achilles Vnstain'd by his deare friend Actorides The wife of Theseus though she went astray Was chast as much as in Pirithous Iay. Phoebus and Pallas Hermoins Phillades And the two twins vve call Tindarides Tend to the like but he that in these dayes For the like trust acquires the selfe same praise He may as well from weeds seeke sweet rose buds Apples of thornetrees hony from the floods Nothing is practis'd now but what is ill Pleasure is each mans God faith they excell And that stolne pleasure 〈◊〉 respected chiefe Which falls to one man by anothers griefe O mischiefe you young louers feare not those That are your open and professed foes Suspect thy friend though else in all things iust Yet in thy Loue he vvill deceive thy trust Friends breed true feares in loue the presence hare Of thy neare kindsman brother and sworne mate I was about to end but loe I see How many humorous thoughts in women be But thou that in my Art thy name wilt raise A thousand humours woe a thousand vvayes One plot of ground all simples cannot bring This is for vines here corne there oliues spring More then be seuerall shapes beneath the skies Haue womens gestures thoughts and fantasies He that is apt vvill in himselfe deuise Innumerable shapes of fit disguise To shift and change like Proteus vvhom vve see A Lion first a bore and then a tree Some fishes strang●ly by a dart are tooke These by a net and others by a hooke All ages not alike intrapped are The crooked old vvife sees the traine from far Appeare not learned vnto one that 's rude Nor loose