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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	death_n	die_v	life_n	5,110	5	5.0778	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11901	Lucius Annæus Seneca, the philosopher, his booke of the shortnesse of life translated into an English poem.; De brevitate vitae. English	Seneca, Lucius Annaeus, ca. 4 B.C.-65 A.D.; Freeman, Ralph, Sir, fl. 1610-1655.	1636 (1636)	STC 22215.5; ESTC S3838	16,911	42

thy life hath solely beene possest By the Republique let then some be spent To thine owne use nor is it my intent To call thee to a dull and lazie Ease To drowne that vigour in delights that please The vulgar People this gives no repose To any there are greater things then those Thou hast already done that may by thee In thy retirement safely acted be Th' Accompts of all the World thou managest With temperance as an others interest With Fore-sight thine owne and with a zeale As things that much concerne the Publique-weale In doing this thy duty thou gayn'st love Wherein an other hardly could remove A generall hatred it is better though To take accompt of thine owne life then know What store of Graine there is that strength of wit That vigour of thy mind for great things fit From a charge Honourable I must confesse But not conducing unto happines Call home to thee and think not thou wert borne And trayn'd in famous Arts to lay up Corne Thy Noble Education promis'd then Things of a Higher straine there want not men That moulded are for labour and can be Exact in matters of frugality Dull Iades great Burthens fitter are to beare Then generous Horses what a pitty 't were Their stately backes with heavy loades to presse Thinke also with thy selfe to what excesse Of envy th' art expos'd thou hast to doe With hunger and the common people too No reason workes no equity prevailes No Prayers move when hunger them assailes In Caius Caesars time who now at least If Sence of things abide in Soules deceast Is grieu'd to find the Roman people left In safety and himselfe of life bereft The Store-howses so empty were of graine That scarce a weekes Provision did remaine While he with ioyned Ships large Bridges made And with the forces of the Empire plaide The worst of evills Famine was at hand And that which followes Ruine of the land And this th' example of a Forreigne King Vnfortunately proud and mad did bring What thoughts had they that then imployed were Did they not Stones Fire Sword and Caius feare They all their Art as they had cause applide The ill that in their Bowells lurk'd to hide For some are cur'd ere they their Sicknes know While others Deaths from such a knowledge grow Cha. 19 FOr these things then doe thou thy selfe prepare Which more secure more calme more Noble are Is it all one think'st thou thus to take thought That Corne be cleane into the Garner brought And layd up dry least it grow Musty streight And heat and that it answer the iust weight Or to search out the highest Misteries To know the Nature of the Deities Their Will their Forme and their Condition To learne what manner of conclusion Waites on our Soules where Fate will them bestow So soone as they forth of our Bodies goe To understand what holds the heavier things Firme in the mid'st and what the lighter brings To hang aboue what highest beares the fire And doth the motions of the Starres inspire With all ●hings else that are by Nature sent To strike the wilest with astonishment Wouldst thou from Earth to these things raise thy mind Doo 't while thy blood is warme the Sprightful find Easi'st Aecesse this course of life imparts These things unto thee Love of all good Arts True Vse of uerrue Courage to defie The Powre of Lusts Skill how to live and dye Together with a firme and constant rest Whereof thou never canst be dispossest All busy'd men are wretched but yet none Like them that toyle not onely in their owne Frequent affaires but sleepe while others sleepe And when they walke the Pace of others keepe That eate with others appetites and waite To be commanded both to Love and hate Of all things the most free their lives seeme short That thus unto anothers Will resort They doe not envy him that gets Renowne By Pleading or that weares the Purple Gowne He ventures his life for it ●'have men call But one yeare by his Name he wasteth all Some having stretched their ambitions wide Dye yong and in the midst of all their pride Others that have great Dignities obtain'd By many Indignitie find they have gain'd But Titles to their Tombes some their last Age Fed with new hopes like their first youth ingage In great and wicked Proiects when they see Nothing but Death in their Infirmity Cha. 20 HE sordid is that catch'd with rude applause Grown old dies wrangling in a worthles cause Like him that weary lesse of toyle then life Faints in the mid'st of his officious strife Or him whom dying mid'st his heapes of Gold His long-fed Heire with laughter doth behold I cannot an Example here let passe That comes into my mind Turanius was An aged man exactly diligent Who after Ninety yeares a good part spent As Procuratour willing to desist By Caius Caesar was at length dismiss'd But comming Home he laid him on his Bed Bidding his Servants Mourne as he were dead Who standing round about him did expresse Sorrow for their old Master's Quietnesse Nor would his Family their griefe refraine Till to his labour he were call'd againe Is it such pleasure then to dye in cares So are the thoughts of most bent to affaires Their Bodies sooner then their minds doe faile Thus they their owne infirmities assaile And Age in no respect more Irkesome proves Then that from busines it them removes Law doth not force a Souldier to Fight At Fifty Yeares nor after Three-score cite A Senatour men doe more hardly draw Leave from themselves to rest then from the Law In the meane time while one anothers peace They daily interrupt and never cease To hurry and be hurry'd while they lye Together in a mutuall misery Their life is without Fruit without delight Or any thing that should the Soule invite No man makes Death his Obiect to their hope All men desire to give the largest scope Yea many contrive busines beyond Death Resolue of stately Monuments bequeath Great Guifts for Funerall Triumphs and devise Workes to be talk'd of with proud Obsequies But these like such as dye to soone should have Torches and Lampes to light them to their Grave FINIS

leasure To any thing but Wine and Lust such time Is vildly spent Others although they climbe With a vaine glorious hope more brauely ' offend The Couetous the Wrathfull they that bend Their actions to uniust revenge or warre Have more pretence Their crimes more manly are The sins of Lust are base doe thou suruay The actions of most men they spend the day Onely in counting money plotting still How to deceive or fearing the like ill Giving or taking favours waging law Or making feasts which custome now doth draw As duties on them betweene good and bad They 're so turmoyl'd no breathing can be had And 't is confest by all that they that dwell In too much businesse can doe nothing well Nor Eloquence nor liberall Arts can find Any admittance when the busied mind Not able to looke up with care is cloyd They that continually are so imployd Doe nothing lesse then live a thing discernd By very few and hardly to bee learnd Of other Sciences professors are In every place yea boyes have prou'd so rare They have beene teachers but we must apply Even all our life to live nay all to dye Which many Wise men quitting both their treasures Their worldly affairs their offices their pleasures And ready to depart hence have profest Not yet to know how short then are the rest We may beleeve me truely thinke a man Rais'd above humane errour when he can So keepe his time that it be shard by none Life then is long when it is all our owne No part will to the owner uselesse be Nor subiect to an others will for he That knowes to husband time think 's nothing fit Nor worthy heere to be exchang'd for it He therefore hath enough while they that spend It on the people quickly find an end Nor can we therefore thinke from hence that such Know not their losse how many with too much Felicity opprest amidst the Rout Of Suitors their law cases or about Some other honest misery have cride That time to live was unto them denide Which we may well beleeve since all that make Vse of thy helpe doe something from thee take How much hath he whom thou defend'st or hee That by thy helpe expects some dignity Or that old Woman that with clamour fils Thine eares with proving many Husbands wills How much hath hee that sicknesses doth faigne And by deluding others hopes makes gaine Or that great friend by whom th' art onely sure To be regarded as his Furniture Recount I say thy daies and thou shalt find Onely the reffuse to thy selfe assign'd This gets the Consulship so much desir'd And then askes when the yeare will be expir'd That provids publique sports obtain'd with large Expence and straight growes weary of the charge This Lawyer hurried to every barre By troupes of Suiters with more causes farre Then can be heard growne weary doth pretend That he could wish the Terme were at an end They their owne Lives precipitate that both Desire things future and the present loath While he that suffers none his time to borrow But makes each present day his life the morrow Nor feares nor wishes for what houre can bring New ioy to him that knowing every thing Hath Master'd all his thoughts let Fortune vse Her pleasure he his constant life persues Something may added be perchance although Nothing diminished but yet added so As Meate to a full stomacke neither sought Nor yet digested Let none then be thought Old for their wrinckles or gray-hairs 't were wrong To say hee liv'd hee onely hath beene long We cannot truely say that Ship hath saild On which fierce stormes have from the port prevaild And driving too and fro the voyage crost That hath not sayled much but beene much tost I oft have wondred with my selfe to heare Some demand time and others not forbeare To grant it straight both looke upon the cause Why it is ask'd the thing from neither drawes Regard but as nothing were sought or given That which should be in most esteeme is even A trifle made the errour hence doth spring Because it is an incorporeall thing Not subiect to the sence t is therefore brought Into contempt or rather nothing thought Our Great men yearly New-yeares Gifts receive For which they give by way of contract leave To use their labour diligence and paines That which costs onely time is counted gaines But if such once be sick and think Death neare How are Physitians hugg'd or if they feare To loose their lives for some notorious crime What bounteous offers are then made for time So various are their thoughts could men but tell The number of their yeares to come as well As what are past how would they then both make Spare of the one and at the other quake What certaine is though small we may devide We must more wary be of what may slide So suddainly from us nor can we suppose They know not what a precious thing they loose Because when they their loves would most expresse Part of their yeares to give they will professe They give t is true but so that what they leave Others to whom they give doe not receive Nor they themselves take notice of the losse A hidden damage seemes an easie crosse But none thy yeares will render none restore Thee to thy selfe what order'd was before Must be continued in the course begun Time gives no warning but doth flyly run Nor peoples favour nor the Princes power Can alter lengthen or retard one houre Thou busy'd art life hastneth away Death comes at length and thou must needs obay Cha. 9 CAn any that to Wisedome would pretend Be better busy'd then to learne to mend His present life it is a vaine pretence To thinke to order time with times expence And to defer our purpose when we know Life's greatest damage from delay doth grow Th' expectance of an other daies event Is nothing but a present detriment For to omit a day is to dispose Of what is fortunes and our owne to lose Why stay'st thou then whereon dost thou relye No future thing is sure live presently Heare how the Poet in a Rapture cries Each best day first from wretched Mortalls flyes Let 's not deferre said he for if wee stay 'T is gone though we lay hold it runs away We therefore of swift time swift use should make And as it were from a quicke Torrent take And to reprove our thoughts he doth not say The best Yeare soonest flyes but the best day Why are we then so slow in such a Flight Of time as if we could pretend a Right To Moneths or Yeares or to the longest date That our vast minds could ere desire of fate He speakes but of a day now fleeting then Why marvaile we if wretched mortall men That is such as be buside ever find Their best daies soonest gon whose childish mind Age undiscern'd invades for no man keepes Any accompt by what degrees that creepes As they whom some