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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
A53595	De arte amandi ; and, The remedy of love, Englished Ovid ; as also, The lovs [sic] of Hero & Leander, a mock-poem ; together with choice poems and rare pieces of drollery.; Ars amatoria. English	Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D. Remedia amoris. English.	1662 (1662)	Wing O648; ESTC R5646	77,875	134

To them burn incense and due rights prepate Nor do they sleep as many think they do Lead harmless lives pay debts and forfeits too Keep covenant with thy friend and banish fraud Kill no● and such a man the gods appland Say women none deceive the gods have spoken There is no pain impos●d on faith so broken Deceive the sly deceiver 〈…〉 ●●tem on 〈◊〉 ●●●us they find snares To catch poor harmlesse Lovers unawares Lay the ●●ke trains for them nine year some fain In Egypt there did fall no drop of rain Busi●is 〈◊〉 Thra●●●● because he was a stranger When Thratius to the grimme Busiris goes And from the Oracle this answer showes That Jove must be appeas'd with strangers bloud They said Busiris k●ll d●●im where he stood And said withall thou stranger first art slain To appease the god and bring great Egypt rain Phallaris Bull King Phallaris first said VVith the work master that the Engine made Both Kings were just dea●h deaths inventer try And justly in their own inventions die So should false oathes by ●ig●● false oathes beguile And a deceitful gi●le be caught by wile Then ●each ●hy e●es to weep We●p to her tears perswade truth An● move● obd●●rate Adamant to ruth A● 〈◊〉 sp●cial times that ●●●ssing by ●he may perceive a ●●at stand in thy eye Or if tears fail as still thou canst not get them With thy moist finger rub thy eyes and wet them Who but a foole that cannot judge of blisses But when he speaks will with his words mixe kisses Say she be coy and will give none at all Take them ungiven perhaps at first she 'll brawl Strive and resist her all the waies she can And say withall away you naughty man Yet will she fight like one would lose the field And striving gladly be constrain'd to yield ●e not so boi●●erous do not speak too high Lest by rude hurting of her lips she cry He that gets kisses with his pleading tongue And gets not all things that to love belong I count him for a Meacock and a sot Worthy to lose the kisses that he got What more then kissing wanted of the game Was thy meer dastardy not bashful shame They term it force such force comes welcome still What pleaseth them they grant against their will Thoebe the fair was forc'd to was her sister Yet Phoebe in her heart thankt him that kist her There is a tale well known how Hecubs son To steal fair Hellen through the stream did run Venus who by his censure won in Ide Gave to him in requital this fair bride Now for another world doth sail with joy A welcome daughter to the King of Troy The whilst the Grecians are already come Mov'd with this publick wrong against Tiu●m Achilles in a smoke his Sex doth smother And lays the blame upon his careful mother What makes thou great Achilles to zing wool When Pallas in a caske should hide thy sk●●l What doth that palm with webs and ●h●reds of gold Which are more sit a warlike sh●eld to hold Why should that right hand rock and twig contain By which the Troyan Hell●r must be sla●● Ca●● of those loose vails and ●hy a mo●●●ta●●e And in thy hand ●he spear of Pe●●a● ●●ake Thus Lady like he with a Lady lay Tall what he was her belly did bewray Yet was she forc●t so ought we to believe Not to be so inforc't how would she grieve When he should rise from her still would she cry For he had arm'd him and his Rock laid by And with a soft voice spake Achilles stay It is too soon to rise lie down I pray And then the man that forc'd her she would kisse What force Deidemia call you this There is a kind of fear in the first proffer But having once begun she takes the offer Trust not too much young man to thy fair face Nor look a woman should intreat thy grace First let a man with sweet words smoo●h his way Be f●rward in her car to sue and pray If thou wilt reap fruits of thy loves effects Onely begin 't is all that she expects So in the ancient time Olimpian Jove Made to Heroes suit and won their love But if thy words breed scorn a while forbear For many what most flies them hold most dear And what they may have proffer'd flie and shun By soft retreat great vantage may be won In person of a woer come not still B●t sometimes as a friend in meer good will Thou ca●●st her friend but shalt return her Love A white soft hew my ju●gement doth disprove Give me a face whose colour knows no art Which the green Sea hath tann'd the Sun made swa● Beauty is meer uncomely in a Clown That under the hot Planets plough the ground And thou that Pallas garland wouldst redeem To have a white face it would ill beseem Let him that loves look pale for I protest That colour in a Lover still shews best Orion wandring in the woods lookt sickly Da●●re being once in love lost colour quickly Th●●anness argues love seem sparely fed And somtimes wear a night cap on thy head For griefs and cares that in afflictions show Weaken a Lovers spirits and bring him low Look miserably poor it much behoves That all that see you may say you man loves Shall I proceed or stay move or disswade Friendship and faith of no account are made Love mingles right with wrong friendship despises And the world faith holds vain and slightly prises Thy Ladies beauty do not thou commend To thy companion or thy trusty friend Least of thy praise enamoured it may breed Like love in them with passions that exceed Yet was the Nuptial bed of great Achilles Unstain'd by his dear friend Actorides The wife of Theseus though she went astray Was chaste as much as in Piturious lay Phaeb●s and Pallas Hermenius Th●llades And the two tw●ns we call Tertarides Tend to the like but he that in these days For the like trust acquires the self same praise He may as well from weeds seek sweet rose buds Apples of thorn trees hony from the flouds Nothing is practis'd now but what is ill Pleasure is each mans God faith they excell And that stoln pleasure is respected chief Which fall to one man by anothers grief O mischief you young lovers fear not those That are your open and professed foer Suspect thy friend though else in all things just Yet in thy love he will deceive thy trust Friends breed tine fears in love the presence hate Of thy near kinsman brother and sworn mate I was about to end but so I see How many humorous thoughts in women be But thou that ●n my Art thy name wil● rais● A thousand humours woe a thousand ways One plot of ground all f●●●●les cannot bring This is for vi●●s here co●n the ●●●●ves ●pring More then be 〈…〉 Have womens 〈…〉 f●●●asies He that is apt will in himself devise Ionnmerable shapes of fit

disguise To shift and change like Proteus whom we see A Lion first a Bore and then a tree Some fishes by a dare are strangely took These by a net and others by a book All ages not alike intrapped are The crooked old wife sees the train from far Appear not learned unto one that 's rude Nor loose to one with chastity indu'd Should you do so alas the pretty elves Would in the want of Art distrust themselves Hence comes it their best fortunes some refuse And the base Bed of an inferiour chuse Part of my toyls remains and part is past Here doth my shaken ship her anthor cast FINIS The second Book SIng Io Poean twice twice Io say My toyl● are pitcht and I have caught my prey ●e the glad Lover crown my head with bays And before old blind Homer Ovid praise So did King Priams son exulting skip With the fair ravish'd Hellen in his ship So did he sing that in his chariot run And victor like the bright Allant● won Whether away young man thy bark is lost Yet in the mid-sea far from any coast 'T is nor enough to thee by my new Art To find a Lady that commands thy heart The reach of my invention is much deeper By art thou shalt her win by art shalt keep her As difficult it is by art to blind her To thy desires as at the first to find her In this consists the substance of my skill Cupid and Venus both assist me still And gracious Erato my stile prepare Thou art the Muse that hast of Lovers care I promise wondrous things I will explain How fickle thoughts in love may firm remain And how the wag in fetters may be hurl'd That strays and wanders round about the world Yet is love light and hath two wings to fly T is hard to outstrive him mounting the skie What Minos to his guest always denied A desperate passage through the air he tried As Dedalus the Labyrinth hath bui't In which to shut the Queen Pasiphaes guilt Kneeling he says just Minos end my mones And let my native countrey shroud my bone● Grant me great king what yet the fares deny And where I have not liv'd oh● let me die Or if dread Soveraign I deserve no grace Look with a pi●cious eye on my childs face And grant him leave from whence we are exil'd Or pity me if you deny my childe This and much more she says but all in vain Both son and sire still doth the king detain Which he perceiving said now now 't is fit To give the world cause to admire thy wi● The Land and Sea are watcht by day and night Nor Land nor Sea lies open to our flight Onely the air remains then let us try To cut a passage through the air and flye Jove be auspicious to my enterprise I covet not to mount above the skier But make this refuge since I can prepare No means to flye my Lord but through the air Make me immortal bring me to the brim Of the black Stigian waters Stye I●le swim Oh humane wit thou canst invent much ill Thou searchest strange arts who would think by skill A heavy man like a light bird should stray And through the empty heavens finde a fit way He placeth in just order all his quilis Whose bottoms with resolved wax he fills Then binds them with a line and being fast tide He placeth them like oares on either side The little lad the downy feathers blew And what his father wrought he nothing knew The wax he softned with the strings he plaid Not thinking for his shoulders they were made To whom his father spake and then lookt pale With these swift ships we to our land must sail All passage now doth cruel Minos stop Onely the empty aire he still leaves ope That way must we the land and the rough deep Doth Minos bar the aire he cannot keep But in the way beware thou set no eye On the the sign Virgo nor Boores high Look not the black Orion in the face That bears a sword but just with me keep place Thy w●ngs are now in fastning follow me I will before thee flye as thou shalt see Thy father mount or stoop so I arreed thee Take me thy guide and safely I wil lead thee If we should soar too neear great Thaebus feat The melting wax will not endure the heat Or if we flye too near the humid seas Our moistned wings we shall not shake with ease Fly between both and with the gusts that ri●e Let thy light body sail amidst the skies And ever as his little son he charms He fits the feathers to his tender armes And shews him how to move his body light As birds do teach the little young ones flight By this he calls a council of of his wits And his own wings unto his shoulders fits Being about to rise he fearful quakes And in his new way his faint body shakes But ere be took his flight he kist his son Whilst flouds of tears down by his cheeks did run There was a hillock not so high and tall As lofty mountains be nor yet so small To be with valleys even and yet a hill From this they both attempt their uncouth skill The father moves his wings and with respect His eyes upon his wandring son reflect They bear a spacious course and the apt boy Fearlesse of harms in his new tract doth joy And flies more boldly now upon them looks The fishermen that angle in the brooks And with their eyes cast upwards frighted stand By this is Samos Isle on their left hand With Maxos Paros Delphos and the rest Fearlesse they take the course that likes them best Upon the right hand Eurithes they forsake Now Asipelea with thy fishy lake Shady Paechinne full of woods and groves When the rash boy too bold in ventring roves Looses his guide and takes his flight so high That the soft wax against the Sun do●h fry And the cords that made the feathers fast So that his armes have power upon no blast He fearfully from the h●gh clouds looks down Upon the lew●r heavens whose cur●'d waves f●●wn At his ambitious height and f●om the skies He sees black 〈◊〉 and death before his eyes No●●e●ts the wax his ●●ked arm● he sh●kes And se●king to catch ●old ●o hold h● tak●s But now the ●ak●d 〈◊〉 down headlong fa●ls And by the way he f●●her fa●her cal●s Help father he● help he cries and as he speaks A vio●ent w●v● his course of angu●●e bre●ks The unhappy father but no father now 〈…〉 ●l●ud son Icarus where ●●t thou Where ●r● thou Icarus where dost thou flye Icarus w●e●e ar● when st●●igh● he doth espy The feathers swim thus loud ●e doth exclaime The Earth h●s bones the Sea still keeps his name Mino● could not restrain a man from flight But winged Cupid be he ne're so light He gulls himself that seek● to w●t●hes craf● Or with a young col●s forehead make a

makes our virtue stupid And then creeps in that crafty villaine Cupid That boy loves ease alife hates such as stir Therefore thy mind to better things prefer Behold thy Countries enemies in Armes At home love gripes thy hart in his sly charmes Then rise and put on armour cast of sloath Thy labour may at once or'ecome them both If this seem hard and too unpleasant then Behold the law set forth by God and men Sit down and study that that thou maist know The way to guide thy self and others show Or if thou lov'st not to be shut up so Learn to assail the Deer with trusty bow That through the woods thy well mouth'd hounds may ring Whose Eccho better joyes then love will sing There maist thou chance to bring thy love to end Diana unto Venus is no friend The Country will afford thee means enough Sometimes disdain not to direct the plough To follow through the fields the bleating Lamb That mournes to miss the comfort of his Dam. Assist the harvest help to prune the Trees Graft plant and sow no kinde of labour leese Set nets for birds with hook'd lines baite for fish Which will imploy the minde and fill thy dish That being weary with these paines at night Sound sleeps may put the thoughts of love to flight With such delights or labours as are these Forgot to love and learn thy self to please But chieflly learn this lesson for my sake Fly from her far some journey undertake I know thou lt grieve and that her name once told Will be enough thy journey to withold But when thou findst thy self most bent to stay Compel thy feet to run with thee away Nor do thou wish that rain and stormy weather May stay your steps and bring you back together Count not the miles you passe nor doubt the way Lest those respects should turne you back to stay Tell not the clock nor look not once behind But fly like Lightning or the Northern winde For where we are too much o're matcht in might There is no way for safeguard but by flight But some will count my lines to hard and bitter I must confess them hard but yet 't is better To fast a while that health may be provoked Then feed at plenteous tables and he choaked To cure the wretched body I am sure Both Fire and Steel thou gladly wilt endure Wilt thou not then take pains by any Art To cure thy Mind which is thy better part The hardness is at first and that once past Pleasant and easie waies will come at last I do not bid the strive with witches Charmes Or such unholy acts to cease thy harmes Ceres herself who all these things did know Had never power to cure her own love so No take this Medicine which of all is sure Labour and absence is thy only Cure But if the Fates compel thee in such fashion That thou must needs live near her habitation And canst not fly her sight learn here of me That thou would'st faine and canst not yet be free Set all thy Mistriss faults before thine eyes And all thy own disgraces well advise Say to thy self that she is coveteous Hath ta'ne my gifts and us'd me thus and thus Thus hath she sworne to me and thus deceived Thus have I hope and thus have been bereaved With love she feeds my rival while I starve And poures on him kisses which I deserve She follows him with smiles and gives to me Sad looks no Lovers but a strangers fee. All those Embraces I so oft desired To him she offers daily unrequired Whose whole desert and half mine weigh'd together Would make mine lead and his seem cork and feather Then let her go and since she proves so hard Regard thy self and give her no regard Thus must thou school thy self and I could wish Thee to thy self most eloquent in this But put on greif enough and do not fear Grief will enforce thy eloquence t' appear Thus I my self the love did once expell Of one whose coyness vex'd my soule like hell I must confess she touch't me to the quick And I that am Physitian then was sick But this I found to profit I did still Ruminate what I thought in her was ill And for to cure my self I found away Some honest slanders on her for to lay Quoth I how lamely doth my Mistris go Although I must confess it was not so I said her armes was crooked fingers bent Her shoulders bow'd her legs consum'd and spent Her colour sad her neck as dark as night When Venus might in all have tane delight But yet because I would no more come nigh her My self unto my self did thus bely her Do thou the like and though she fair appear Think vice to virtue often comes too neer And in that errour though it be an errour Preserve thy self from any further terrour If she be round and plump say shhe too fat If brown say black and think who cares for that If she be slender swear she is too lean That such a Wench will wear a man out clean If she be red say she 's to full of bloud If pale her body nor her mind is good If wanton say she seeks thee to devoure If grave neglect her say she looks too sowre Nay if she have a fault and thou dost know it Praise it that in thy presence she may show it As if her voice be bad crack'd in the ring Never give over till thou make her sing If she have any blemish in herfoot Commend her dancing still and put her to 't If she be rude in speech incite her talk If halting lame provoke her much to walk Or if on instruments she have small skill Reach down a Viall urge her to that still Take any way to ease thy own distresse And think those faults be which are nothing lesse Then meditate besides what thing it is That makes thee still in love to go amisse Advise thee Well for as the world now goes Men are not caught with substance but with shows Women are in their bodies turn'd to French That face and body's least part of a wench I know a woman hath in love been troubled For that which Taylors make a fine near Doublet And men are even as mad in their desiring That oftentimes love Women for their tyring He that doth so let him take this advice Let him rise early and not being nice Up to his Mistris chamber let him hie E're she arise and there he shall espie Such a confusion of disorderd things In Bodies Iewels Tyres Wyres Lawns and Rings That sure it cannot chuse but much abhor him To see her ly in pieces thus before him And find those things shut in a painted box For which he loves her and endures her mocks Once I my self had a great mind to see What kind of things Women undressed be And found my sweet hart just when I came at her Screwing her teeth and dipping rags in water