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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
A12773	Colin Clouts come home againe. By Ed. Spencer	Spenser, Edmund, 1552?-1599.; Raleigh, Walter, Sir, 1552?-1618.	1595 (1595)	STC 23077; ESTC S111281	32,136	80

of them ashamed is And mustring all his men in Venus vew Denies them quite for seruitors of his And is loue then said Corylas once knowne In Court and his sweet lore professed there I weened sure he was our God alone And only woond in fields and forests here Not so quoth he loue most aboundeth there For all the walls and windows there are writ All full of loue and loue and loue my deare And all their talke and studie is of it Ne any there doth braue or valiant seeme Vnlesse that some gay Mistresse badge he beares Ne any one himselfe doth ought esteeme Vnlesse he swim in loue vp to the eares But they of loue and of his sacred lere As it should be all otherwise deuise Then we poore shepheards are accustomd here And him do sue and serue all otherwise For with lewd speeches and licentious deeds His mightie mysteries they do prophane And vse his ydle name to other needs But as a complement for courting vaine So him they do not serue as they professe But make him serue to them for sordid vses Ah my dread Lord that doest liege hearts possesse Auenge thy selfe on them for their abuses But we poore shepheards whether rightly so Or through our rudenesse into errour led Do make religion how we rashly go To serue that God that is so greatly dred For him the greatest of the Gods we deeme Borne without Syre or couples of one kynd For Venus selfe doth soly couples seeme Both male and female through commixture ioynd So pure and spotlesse Cupid forth she brought And in the gardens of Adonis nurst Where growing he his owne perfection wrought And shortly was of all the Gods the first Then got he bow and shafts of gold and lead In which so fell and puissant he grew That Ioue himselfe his powre began to dread And taking vp to heauen him godded new From thence he shootes his arrowes euery where Into the world at randon as he will On vs fraile men his wretched vassals here Like as himselfe vs pleaseth saue or spill So we him worship so we him adore With humble hearts to heauen vplifted hie That to true loues he may vs euermore Preferre and of their grace vs dignifie Ne is there shepheard ne yet shepheards swaine What euer feeds in forest or in field That dare with euil deed or leasing vaine Blaspheme his powre or termes vnworthie yield Shepheard it seemes that some celestiall rage Of loue quoth Cuddy is breath'd into thy brest That powreth forth these oracles so sage Of that high powre wherewith thou art possest But neuer wist I till this present day Albe of loue I alwayes humbly deemed That he was such an one as thou doest say And so religiously to be esteemed Well may it seeme by this thy deep insight That of that God the Priest thou shouldest bee So well thou wot'st the mysterie of his might As if his godhead thou didst present see Of loues perfection perfectly to speake Or of his nature rightly to define Indeed said Colin passeth reasons reach And needs his priest t' expresse his powre diuine For long before the world he was y'bore And bred aboue in Venus bosome deare For by his powre the world was made of yore And all that therein wondrous doth appeare For how should else things so far from attone And so great enemies as of them bee Be euer drawne together into one And taught in such accordance to agree Through him the cold began to couet heat And water fire the light to mount on hie And th'heauie downe to peize the hungry t'eat And voydnesse to seeke full satietie So being former foes they wexed friends And gan by litle learne to loue each other So being knit they brought forth other kynds Out of the fruitfull wombe of their great mother Then first gan heauen out of darknesse dread For to appeare and brought forth chearfull day Next gan the earth to shew her naked head Out of deep waters which her drownd alway And shortly after euerie liuing wight Crept forth like wormes out of her slimie nature Soone as on them the Suns like giuing light Had powred kindly heat and formall feature Thenceforth they gan each one his like to loue And like himselfe desire for to beget The Lyon chose his mate the Turtle Doue Her deare the Dolphin his owne Dolphinet But man that had the sparke of reasons might More then the rest to rule his passion Chose for his loue the fairest in his sight Like as himselfe was fairest by creation For beautie is the bayt which with delight Doth man allure for to enlarge his kynd Beautie the burning lamp of heauens light Darting her beames into each feeble mynd Against whose powre nor God nor man can fynd Defence ne ward the daunger of the wound But being hurt seeke to be medicynd Of her that first did stir that mortall stownd Then do they cry and call to loue apace With praiers lowd importuning the skie Whence he them heares whē he list shew grace Does graunt them grace that otherwise would die So loue is Lord of all the world by right And rules their creatures by his powrfull saw All being made the vassalls of his might Through secret sence which therto doth thē draw Thus ought all louers of their lord to deeme And with chaste heart to honor him alway But who so else doth otherwise esteeme Are outlawes and his lore do disobay For their desire is base and doth not merit The name of loue but of disloyall lust Ne mongst true louers they shall place inherit But as Exuls out of his court be thrust So hauing said Melissa spake at will Colin thou now full deeply hast divynd Of loue and beautie and with wondrous skill Hast Cupid selfe depainted in his kynd To thee are all true louers greatly bound That doest their cause so mightily defend But most all wemen are thy debtors found That doest their bountie still so much commend That ill said Hobbinol they him requite For hauing loued euer one most deare He is repayd with scorne and foule despite That yrkes each gentle heart which it doth heare Indeed said Lucid I haue often heard Faire Rosalind of diuers fowly blamed For being to that swaine too cruell hard That her bright glorie else hath much defamed But who can tell what cause had that faire Mayd To vse him so that vsed her so well Or who with blame can iustly her vpbrayd For louing not for who can loue compell And sooth to say it is foolhardie thing Rashly to wyten creatures so diuine For demigods they be and first did spring From heauen though graft in frailnesse feminine And well I wote that oft I heard it spoken How one that fairest Helene did reuile Through iudgement of the Gods to been ywroken Lost both his eyes and so remaynd long while Till he recanted had his wicked rimes And made amends to her with treble praise Beware therefore ye groomes I

sing the loue-layes which he made VVho euer made such layes of loue as hee Ne euer read the riddles which he sayd Vnto yourselues to make you mery glee Your mery glee is now laid all abed Your mery maker now alasse is dead Death the deuourer of all worlds delight Hath robbed you and rest fro me my ioy Both you and me and all the world he quight Hath robd of ioyance and lest sad annoy Ioy of the world and shepheards pride was hee Shepheards hope neuer like againe to see Oh death that hast vs of such riches rest Tell vs at least what hast thou with it done VVhat is become of him whose flowre here left Is but the shadow of his likenesse gone Scarse like the shadow of that which he was Nought like but that he like a shade did pas But that immortall spirit which was deckt VVith all the dowries of celestiall grace By soueraine choyce from th'heuenly quires select And lineally deriv'd from Angels race O what is now of it become aread Ay me can so diuine a thing be dead Ah no it is not dead ne can it die But liues for aie in blisfull Paradise VVhere like a new-borne babe it soft doth lie In bed of lillies wrapt in tender wise And compast all about with roses sweet And daintie violets from head to feet There thousand birds all of celestiall brood To him do sweetly caroll day and night And with straunge notes of him well vnderstood Lull him a sleep in Angelick delight Whilest in sweet dreame to him presented bee Immortall beauties which no eye may see But he them sees and takes exceeding pleasure Of their diuine aspects appearing plaine And kindling loue in him aboue all measure Sweet loue still ioyous neuer feeling paine For what so goodly forme he there doth see He may enioy from iealous rancor free There liueth he in euerlasting blis Sweet spirit neuer fearing more to die Ne dreading harme from any foes of his Ne fearing saluage beasts more crueltie Whilest we here wretches waile his priuate lack And with vaine vowes do often call him back But liue thou there still happie happie spirit And giue vs leaue thee here thus to lament Not thee that doest thy heauens ioy inherit But our owne selues that here in dole are drent Thus do we weep and waile and wear our eies Mourning in others our owne miseries Which when she ended had another swaine Of gentle wit and daintie sweet deuice Whom Astrophel full deare did entertaine Whilest here he liv'd and held in passing price Hight Thestylis began his mournfull tourne And made the Muses in his song to mourne And after him full many other moe As euerie one in order lov'd him best Gan dight themselues t' expresse their inward woe With dolefull layes vnto the time addrest The which I here in order will rehearse As fittest flowres to deck his mournfull hearse The mourning Muse of Thestylis COme forth ye Nymphes come forth forsake you watry bowres Forsake your mossy caues and help me to lament Help me to tune my dolefull notes to gurgling sound Of Liffies tumbling streames Come let salt teares of ours Mix with his waters fresh O come let one consent Ioyne vs to mourne with wailfull plaints the deadly wound Which fatall clap hath made decreed by higher powres The dreery day in which they haue from vs yrent The noblest plant that might from East to West be found Mourne mourn great Philips fall mourn we his wofull end Whom spitefull death hath pluct vntimely from the tree Whiles yet his yeares in flowre did promise worthie frute Ah dreadful Mars why didst thou not thy knight defend What wrathfull mood what fault of ours hath moued thee Of such a shining light to leaue vs destitute Tho with benigne aspect sometime didst vs behold Thou hast in Britons valour tane delight of old And with thy presence oft vouchsaft to attribute Fame and renowme to vs for glorious martiall deeds But now their ireful bemes haue chill'd our harts with cold Thou hast estrang'd thy self and deignest not our land Farre off to others now thy fauour honour breeds And high disdaine doth cause thee shun our clime I feare For hadst thou not bene wroth or that time neare at hand Thou wouldst haue heard the cry that woful Englād made Eke Zelands piteous plaints and Hollands toren heare Would haply haue appeas'd thy diuine angry mynd Thou shouldst haue seen the trees refuse to yeeld their shade And wailing to let fall the honor of their head And birds in mournfull tunes lamenting in their kinde Vp from his tombe the mightie Corineus rose Who cursing oft the fates that this mishap had bred His hoary locks he tare calling the heauens vnkinde The Thames was heard to roare the Reyne and eke the Mose The Schald the Danow selfe this great mischance did rue With torment and with grief their fountains pure cleere Were troubled with swelling flouds declar'd their woes The Muses comfortles the Nymphs with paled hue The Siluan Gods likewise came running farre and neere And all with teares bedeawd and eyes cast vp on hie O help O help ye Gods they ghastly gan to crie O chaunge the cruell fate of this so rare a wight And graunt that natures course may measure out his age The beasts their foode forsooke and trembling fearfully Each sought his caue or den this cry did them so fright Out from amid the waues by storme then stirr'd to rage This crie did cause to rise th' old father Ocean hoare Who graue with eld and full of maiestie in sight Spake in this wise Refrain quoth he your teares plaints Cease these your idle words make vaine requests no more No humble speech nor mone may moue the fixed stint Of destinie or death Such is his will that paints The earth with colours fresh the darkest skies with store Of starry lights And though your teares a hart of flint Might tender make yet nought herein they will preuaile Whiles thus he said the noble knight who gan to feele His vitall force to faint and death with cruell dint Of direfull dart his mortall bodie to assaile With eyes lift vp to heav'n and courage franke as steele With cheerfull face where valour liuely was exprest But humble mynd he said O Lord if ought this fraile And earthly carcasse haue thy seruice sought t' aduaunce If my desire haue bene still to relieue th' opprest If Iustice to maintaine that valour I haue spent Which thou me gau'st or if henceforth I might aduaunce Thy name thy truth then spare me Lord if thou think best Forbeare these vnripe yeares But if thy will be bent If that prefixed time be come which thou hast set Through pure and feruent faith I hope now to be plast In th'euerlasting blis which with thy precious blood Thou purchase didst for vs. With that a sigh he fet And straight a cloudie mist his sences ouercast His lips waxt pale and wan like