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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
A80038	The card of courtship or the language of love; fitted to the humours of all degrees, sexes, and conditions. Made up of all sorts of curious and ingenious dialogues, pithy and pleasant discourses, eloquent and winning letters, delicious songs and sonnets, fine fancies, harmonious odes, sweet rhapsodies.	Musophilus.	1653 (1653)	Wing C489; Thomason E1308_2; ESTC R13318	76,907	193

your pastures and come neer me Come away you need not fear By my soul as I affect you I have nought that can infect you O then come Hear a tongue That in discord keeps a part With a wo-surcharged heart Ne'r was Swain on plain more loved Or could do more feats then I Yet one griefe hath now removed All my whilome Jollity All my layes be quite forgotten Sheep-hook broken pipe bag rotten O then come Hear a tongue That with flatt'ring speech doth call To take long farewel of all I am not as once I was When my Chloris first did suite me Nor when that same red-hair'd Lass Fair Bellina did invite me To a garden there to play Cull kiss clip and toy all day O then come Hear a tongue That in wooing termes was flowing But through wo hath spoyl'd his wooing All I can or will desire you When my breath of life is spent That in love you would inter me For it will my soul content Near unto my Father herse And bestow some comely verse On my Tombe Then my tongue Shall throb out this last adieu Ne'r were truer Swain then you A Dialogue between two Lovers Question WEre ever chaste and honest hearts Expos'd unto so great distresses Answer Yes they that have the worthiest parts Most commonly have worst successes Great fortunes follow not the best It 's Vertue that is most distrest Then Fortune why do we admire The glory of thy great excesses Since by thee what men acquire Thy works and not their worths expresses Nor dost thou raise them for their good But t' have their ills more understood The Authors suit to Cupid I Will not love I love to rest Cupid is an ungentle guest Except without his weapon's he Will lodge in my tyr'd Phantasie Better stand the shock of thunder Which cleaves hardest Rocks in sunder Then oppose the sturdy blow When the blind Boy bends his Bow Prethee Cupid cease to smile 'T is a courtship base and vile To laugh and stab unto the heart I will praise thee and thy dart While at others thou dost throw it I love to hear on 't not to know it A Salyrical Description of Love LOve is of man the fatal rock On which his ship of ease doth knock And splits him with the sturdy shock He never yet felt any pain That hath not known the lovers vain Whose greatest griefe is greatest gain No Ill so nigh the heart doth sit As doth this fierce tormenting fit Death is more pleasing far then it Our souls with hope it doth torment Whilst nought but massacres are sent To dye is better far content Love then most cruel void of grace Ought to be curst in every place No God but Devil in this case The Changes Or all think not of love alike Worthi's hee the bright of day Who doth loyal love obey CVpid onely I do love Him I worship still above Happi's he that by the same Wisdome to himself doth gain Worthi's he the bright of day Who doth loyal love obey O how sweet is that warm fire Which our hearts heats with desire To our souls no sweetness is Halfe so dulcet as is this Worthi's he c. Blessed love without all crime Two souls pleaseth at one time Then doth love his lover right When his love he doth requite Worthi's he c. Of two souls he makes but one In two bodies all alone Love more happy cannot bee Then when we loving couples see Worthi's he c. Pleasure none upon the ground Like to love is to be found Pleasures pass as transitory Love doth still remain in glory Worthi's he c. The answer being a contradiction of the former assertion Worthy is he of dark night That in Cupid doth delight NOthing in this world can be Sweeter then our libertie Which love often takes away And then all our joyes decay Worthy is he of dark night That in Cupid doth delight Love doth never sorrow miss Who grieves male-contented is But love thus doth Lovers sting Doth not love then sorrow bring Worthi's he c. Who that soul hath ere seen eas'd Upon whom fierce love hath ceaz'd The Mistress and the Servant both Oft through love their lives do loath Worthi's he c. Gods from heaven have chas'd and sent This vile Boy us to torment Nor are we him to indure That such plagues doth us procure Worthi's he c. Then most wretched him I deem That of this blind Boy doth esteem Worser plague there 's not of Ills That consumes still yet ne'er kills Worthy is he of dark night That in Cupid takes delight A Farewel to Love To my most courteous Friend Mr. John Phillipson Love fare thee well live will I now Quiet amongst the green-wood bow ILl betide him that love seeks He shall live but with lean cheeks He that fondly falls in love A slave still to griefe shall prove Love fare thee well live will I now Quiet amongst the green-wood bow What an Ass and fool is he That may and yet will not go free I can love her that is fair But so as if I grasp'd the aire Love fare thee well c. I like not these Dames so smooth As would have men court and love For as constant I them find As the Sea is or the wind Love fare thee well c. Once I lov'd one that was kind But she did what pleas'd her mind Better 't is ne'r to be born Then live as anothers scorn Love fare thee well c. To lovers what good doth the Sun If by his beams they be undon Love 's as bitter as is Rue Blest are those that ne'er it knew Love fare thee well c. A fond Lover doth not merit Name or fame of man t' inherit Since he is foe to his own health And huggs diseases as his wealth Love fare thee well live will I now Quiet amongst the green-wood bow A Rhapsody Now must the Gods above And all the heavens that move Of my Mistress praises sing Such as through the earth may ring Now must we frame chaplets fine And with the Lawrel green combine The fruitful Olive that our haire May yeild a persume through the aire My Love maist thou alwaies flourish Although my self do die and perish To the same If nothing faire I see but what 's thy face If thy bright look is loadstone to my eyes If thy rare parts as blessings I embrace Have I not reason then in dutious wise Thy gracious self for to implore Since thee a Goddess I adore He that finds salve to cure him of his griefe By a fair hand of that shall he not make Account when he thereby may get reliefe Whereby his sickness from him he may shake The wounded Deer to herbs doth go Love wounds us love must cure our wo. So then in this my worse then captive state These lines I offer to thy deity Not doubting but though hapless be my fate I from my self shall find some remedy Of

spots thou graced be The morning-air perfum'd in May The glory of the clearest day The first-born Rose of all the Spring The Down beneath the Turtles wing A Lute just reaching to the ear Whatere is soft or sweet or fair Are but her shreds who fills the place And sum of every single grace As in a childe the Nurse descries The mothers lips the fathers eyes The uncles nose and doth apply An owner unto every part so I In her could analyze the store Of all the choice ere Nature bore Each private piece to minde may call Some worth but none may match it all Poor emblems they can but express One element of Comeliness None are so rich to shew in one All simples of perfection Nor can the Pencil represent More then the outward lineament Then who can limn the Portraicture Of Beauties live behaviour Or what can figure ev'ry kinde Of Jewels that adorn her minde Thought cannot draw her picture sull Even thought to her is gross and dull A Song 1. KEep on your Mask and hide your eye For with beholding you I die Your fatal beauty Gorgon-like Dead with astonishment will strike Your piercing eyes if them I see Are worse then Basilisks to me 2. Shut from mine eyes those hills of snow Their melting valley do not show Those Azure paths lead to despair O vex me not forbear forbear For while I thus in torments dwell The sight of heav'n is worse then hell 3. Your dainty voice and warbling breath Sounds like a sentence pass'd for death Your dangling tresses are become Like Instruments of final doom Oh if an Angel torture so When life is done where shall I go A Poet to his Mistress THat I do love it comes to me by kinde That I love much it much delights my minde That I love you it is my choice of heart That I love you alone 't is your desert I love yea much yea you yea you alone By kinde minde heart desert and all in one Another HEr Face her Tongue her Wit So fair so sweet so sharp First drew then bent last knit Mine eye mine ear my heart On his Mistress IF any do desire to know Where the flow'rs of Vertue grow Where content delight or mirth Doth inhabit upon earth Let them resort to me and I The place thereof will soon descry Where 's Piety without deceit Where Love without Strife or debate Where Beauty 's mixt with comely grace Vertue resideth in that place And in my Love all these do meet No marvel then if she be sweet The Question 1. I Ask thee whence those ashes were Which shrine themselves in plaits of hair Unknown to me Sure each morn dies A Phoenix for a Sacrifice 2. I ask thee whence those ruddy blooms Perch'd on her cheek in scarlet gowns Unknown to me Sure that which flies From fading Roses her cheek dyes 3. I ask thee whence those Airs which flie From birds in sweetest harmony Unknown to me But sure the choice Of accents ecchoes from her voice 4. I ask thee of the Lily whence It gain'd the type of innocence Unknown to me Sure Nature's deck Was ravisht from her snowie neck 5. I ask thee whence those active fires Take light which glide through burnisht air Unknown to me unless there flies A flash of lightning from her eyes The Answer explicatory 1. O No heav'n saw mens fancy stray To idolize but dust and clay That embleme gave that they might see Your beauties date but dust should be 2. O no that Rose when June is past Looks pale as with a poyson'd blast And such your beauty whenas time Like winter shall o'rtake your prime 5. No Philomel when Summer 's gone Hasts to the woods her rape to mone Unwilling hers asham'd to see Your unlike hers unchastity 4. O no the Phoenix shuns that place And fears the lustful sires embrace Of your hot brest and barren womb As death or some perpetual Tomb. 5. O no those stars that flie but the sight Of what you act in dead of night Asham'd themselves should Panders prove To your insatiate beastly love The affirmative Answer 1. ASk me no more whither do stray The golden atomes of the day For in pure love heav'n did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair 2. Ask me no more whither doth haste The Nightingal when Summer's past For in your sweet dividing throte She winters and keeps warm her note 3. Ask me no more where those storms light Which downward stoop in dead of night For in your eyes they set and there Fixed become as in their Sphere 4. Ask me no more where Jove bestows When June is past the fading Rose For in your beauties orient deep All flow'rs as in their beds do sleep 5. Nor ask me more if East or West The Phoenix builds her spiced nest For unto you at last she flies And in your fragrant bosome dies The Moderatrix 1. I 'Ll tell you where 's another Sun That sets as rising it begun It is my self who keep one sphere And were the same if men so were 2. What need I tell that life and death May pass in sentence from one breath So issue from mine equal heart Both love and scorn on mens desert 3. I 'll tell you in what heav'nly hell An angel and a fiend do dwell It is mine eye whose glassie book Sends back the gazers divers look 4. I 'll tell you in a divers scale One weight can up and downward hale You call me Thistle you a Rose I neither am yet both of those 5. I 'll tell you where both frost and fire In peace of common seat conspire My frozen brest the flint is like Yet yeelds a spark if well you strike Conclusion Then you that love and you that loath With one respect I answer both For round about me glows a fire Can melt and harden cross desire A Dialogue between a Maid and a young Youth Maid STay lovely boy why flee'st thou me That languish in these flames for thee I 'm black 't is true and so is Night And Love doth in dark shades delight The whole world do but close thine eye Will seem to thee as black as I Or ope't and view what a dark shade Is by thine own fair body made That follows thee where-ere thou go Ah who allow'd would not do so Let me for ever dwell so nigh And thou shalt need no other shade but I. Boy Black maid complain not that I flie Since Fate commands antipathie Prodigious will that union prove Where night and day together move And the conjunction of our lips Not kisses make but an eclips In which the mixed black and white Portend more terrour then delight Yet if my shadow thou wilt be Enjoy thy dearest wish but see Thou take my shadows property Which hastes away when I come nigh Else stay while death hath blinded me And then I will bequeathe my self to thee Epigram in Amorem LOve is all eyes admits of no delay