Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

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
A18771	Beawtie dishonoured vvritten vnder the title of Shores wife Chascun se plaist ou il se trouue mieux.	Chute, Anthony, d. 1595?	1593 (1593)	STC 5262; ESTC S116495	19,150	60

And in his looke fierce wan and pale and dyrefull He seem's impatient moodie madded still And not content with this disgrace to greeue me He sayes that all shall dye that dare relieue me Then from the Court the martirdoome of mee All solitarie alone forlorne I went Thether where discontentment I did see Threatning my miserie ere my dayes were spent And needie want as naked as was I Told me that thus perplexed I should dye When I vnapt to frame alyer-tale Vnapt to craue my bread with beggar prayer My poore discountnanst looke all wan and pale Through hungers nature wayned from her fayre I could not ôshame would not then that I Should begge at all but rather choose to dye And yet necessitie did vrdge constrainte To brooke th'impatience of her proper will Whilst silence breaking out to no complainte In secret passion hid her sorrow still And shame with fearefull blush all greeu'd did cry And wisht she did but know but how to dye Nor could remembrance of my high degree Brooke my resorting into publicke place For I did sigh as oft as I did see Or thincke that any thought on my disgrace And who dispayres in such a kinde as this Thinckes that the whole world knoweth all amisse But ô why doe I thus wearie prolong The wofull Tragedie of my pleasures wayne Suffices that I knew to bide the wrong And brooke with patience what I did sustaine Idly we greeue when greeuingly we plaine vs For that must be perform'd that needes constraine vs. I can no more delate my further ill T'is sooner iudg'd then told the greefe is such The wise-iuditiall may if so they will Sooner conceiue then I can say so much Since so much now would call agayne the pryme And those that tell greefe feele it for the tyme. I must quoth she addresse my selfe to death And therewithall clasping her handes in one And wresting oft sighes with a deepe fetcht breath She panteth forth a poore complayning grone When closing fast her eyes first ope to heauen She now seem's both of speech and life bereauen When coward death fainting and fearefull slow Lookes on her fayre face with a vultar eye And nils him selfe his force vpon her show As doting fearefull she could neuer dye And yet he would and yet he doth dispayre And feares she cannot dye she is so faire And yet her toung now stil'd could say no more She panted and she sigh'd and gaue a grone And euen that bewtie was pure-fayrebefore Wayn'd with her liues expire and now was none Yet death suspected still doth still dispayre And sayes she cannot dye and be so fayre For euen as looketh at the sunnes late sitting A witherd lilly dry'd and saplesse quyte And in her weakned leaues inwardly knitting Seem's dead and yet retaines a perfect white So seem'd her face when now her fayre did fall That death still fear'd she would not dye at all He saw't and sigh'd and yet he could not see Cause to induce his hope-perswading eye To thincke that there was any cause that shee Could be so passing fayre and yet could dye He thinckes the bewtious neuer life should loose And yet withall he thinckes she should not choose O what a combat wrought her life and death Both clayming interest in her end to spill her Life would not that the fayre should loose her breath Death would not loose his right yet would not kill her But lookes vpon her with a curious eye Doubting though she were dead she could not dye At last perswading palenesse seem's to say O she is dead her breathlesse sences fayled Her life hath lost her ioy her death his pray And now nor her life nor her death auayled O then did any euer ought else trye Then life or death that maketh vs to dye Death tooke delight in her vntill she dyed Life fed vpon her lookes he did so way her Death and his life vpon her end relied And greeuing life likt her she was so fayre This lent her liuing that prolong'd her breath O then ther's somthing else that kills then death For he wisht that he were not death she might not dye Pittieng in this he greeues he wanteth pietie Tyrant in Acte his will doth this deny That her death should conferme him in his diety And rather then of life he would bereaue her He would giue leaue to all to liue for euer Rather then she should not he would not be Or to a mortall being he would bow So she might all should liue as well as she For death did neuer doubt vntill t'was now And yet by death if she might gained be The world should dye and none should liue but she But as a Christall with a tender breath Receiues dim thicknesse and doth seeme obscure So darkt with palenesse of a breath'd on death If it were death that did this darke procure She seem's aliue and yet ah she was gone And then life greeu'd and death did fetch a grone Yet would they part the remnant of her being Her body went to death her fame to life Thus life and death in vnitie agreeing Dated the tenor of their sonderie strife Death vow'd her body should be eyed neuer Yet life hath vow'd her fame should liue for euer FINIS

ruine and myne honors fall Such sightes are these vnto the pleased eye As are not sooner seene then they doe dye So as when for his drown'd sonne pensiuly sorrie Three times in blacke three times his golden vrne The sadder eye of heauens restrained glorie In blacke and heauie secresie did burne And moodie by restraining so his light In three dayes absence brought a triple night Or as when from some high clift sadly looking A mistie tempest from the South ariseth And disagreeing blastes no sayles stop brooking The merrie sea-mans wandering barke surpriseth We sorrow at the sight vpon the shore But in the barke would sorrow ten times more So now eternall night now desolation Deuining horror to the nighted land Insues to all by sodaine alteration That of a tyrant ill suspected stand But I whom this imported most of any Where all had but one feare I one had many Ah death old father of our common end Nurst of the mother night and discontent Inuying hatreds neuer pleased frend Incertaine accedent and vnknowne euent In what so much haue I offensed thee That by my kinges death thou shouldst murther mee Thou art the father cause I am forlorne It was thy too much pittie that procur'd this Why didst not make me dye ere I was borne That being dead I might not haue indur'd this Cruell in what may harme in what may ill me But thrise more cruell that thou wouldst not kill me Did my face feare thee from thy murdering will That being young thou letst me liue so long Or hauing such a bewtie at thy will Thoughtst thou the rape would be esteem'd a wrong O if thou didst withall thou wild'st that I Should liue so long that I should shame to dye It was the auarice of thy list to kill Founded my downefall on my kinges decease Such is thy nature and so much so ill One murder with a second to increase But thus we see who on a king relyes Findes death a liue whilst liuing yet he dyes See how my end brought me to my confusion The common wonder of the wisest eye My end the period and my liues conclusion Turnes to my deathes shame that I greeue to dye And that whereof dying I am ashamed I greeue to liue because I liue defamed Dead vnto life liuing vnto my death The end of shame and yet my shames beginning Thus doe I araw the selfe disdayning breath Hath worthie shame by myne vnworthie sinning And whilst at once I would both liue and dye I doe them both yet am not cur'd thereby For when true penitencie doth begin With contrite sorrow and repentant zeale To mynde the greatnesse of displeasing sin That shame in hidden silence doth conceale When these faultes in our selues our selues doe see We thincke that all know them aswell as wee But stay thee here and plaintiu'ly rehearce The funerall tenor of thine after fortunes O wash his toombe with teares weepe on his hearce Whose death gaue life to greefe that thee importunes For now behold vnhappely he dyes On whom the essence of my good relyes Euen as the gloomie sighted night with cloudes Obscures the sunbright bewtie of the ayre And in her deadly looke frowningly shrowdes Blacke desolation and forlorne dispayre Threatning with sad aspect some future woe By blacke deuining lookes presaging so So seem'd the blacke ayre that with fowle aspect Feedes lowring heauinesse through a duskie light That ouglie looking darknesse doth reflect From caued bowells of the fearefull night So at his death darknesse seem'd to bewray Eternall blacknesse to the heauie day That so dissolu'd to euerlasting feares That sun-reft-ages after posteritie Might weepe his funeralls in complainyng teares As rightes belonging to a dead prosperitie And sing his obsequies in consorting woe Sorrowing their light should be bereft them so For now their sonne gone to his home for euer Pronounces from declining of his rayes A worser night with tyrannous indeuor Would darke the bewtie of their after dayes And prowd ambition ayming at a crowne Would pull the dead kings true-borne issue downe When loe discentious in her owne proceeding Suspitious in her thoughtes stil'd in her musing Carefully thoughted on her owne selfe feeding With ielious doubt her proper wits abusing Sighes-and-greefe-breeding feare to heauen doth cry And wisht with him posteritie might dye For th'infant liue of his bloud left a pray To vultar greedinesse of an easie crowne In tyrant practises did soone bewray Cruell protection would the land confound And then as doubtfull minded as before Feare would increase her sorrow ten times more Thus stood suspected of incertaine fate And drawne by oft feares to a dead dispaire The neuter subiect that did know too late What hell it is to haue a different heyre And that which all their discontent had sowne To haue a king to come not to be knowne Now gan the trembling rich and fearefull-wanting Bequeath their fortunes to their hap of warre And trembling woemen-harts with sorrow panting Greeue that their fate should be vnknowne so farre As whilst they yet thought no ill could assay them Vnthought-on death should sodaine come and slay them And those whom diuersly-affecting humor Drew to the aduerse part an other would not When running motions of deceiuing rumor Make them affect the matter that they should not At last exclaime as on a heauie thing That none should know the man should be their king Then what might I doe where with all to saue Me from confusion that I might not dye Now when dead sleeping carelesse in his graue My king was gone on whom I did relye What rests for me a poore distressed woman But hold me patient at my fortunes sommon And what is worse impriuiledge from hope Of my reflowring time of my new being I saw the bandes I saw the narrow scope Wherein my sinne must secret sit from seing And this so narrow and so strickte to be As all the world might my misfortune see Why haue myne eyes wept idle teares till now Why hath my groning hart sigh'd to releeue me Or why hath greefe eclipst my sadded brow Since now I would weepe grone and sigh and greeue me And now I neede them now I can doe none For greefe and sighes and grones and teares be gone Weepe eyes grone hart greefe sighe and take agayne Your second quintescence from my second woe O neuer will I wast your wet in vayne Nor grone nor greeue nor sigh nor weepe you so But with my dayes date all your discontent And weepe you truely till my selfe be spent O you are comfort in your issuing motions Vnto the mynde with passion is afflicted Whom wearieng greatnesse of her owne commotions Of wordes and speech with greefe hath interdicted Werte not for you th'opressed hart would breake When greefe doth grow so bigge we cannot speake Werte not for you and yet I want you too My harts distresse that makes you her relye Could neuer know nor how nor what to doe But liue in silence and in