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	life_n	live_v	3,762	5	5.7511	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04683	The pensive lover; or, The damosels crosses crown'd with comfort. She for a time had lost her swain, for which her heart near broke; likewise she would her self have slain, but Phaon stopt the stroke. To the tune of, Grim king of the ghosts.		1684-1690? (1690)	Wing P1433; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[52]	1,073	1

The Pensive Lover OR The Damosels Crosses Crown'd with Comfort She for a time had lost her swain for which her Heart near broke Likewise she would her self have slain but Phaon stopt the Stroke To the Tune of Grim king of the Ghosts O Pitty a harmless Maid you Lovers that hear my moan Young Phaon is from me stray'd and here I am left alone My sorrows was ne'r so severe as now for the loss of my Swain Alas I have reason to fear I never shall see him again Through Valleys I range and rove and Desarts both far and near and every shady G●ove in order to find my Dear But weary of wandring now since Phaon I cannot find O here in these Shades I vow my breath shall be straight resign'd Sweet Death thou must prove my friend since there is no joys appears For why should I live to spend my sorrowful days in tears His innocent Life is betray'd alas I have cause to fear Or else he would ne'r have stay'd so long from his dearest Dear He never was false to me but true as the Turtle-Dove Therefore I know that he would never desert his Love But that some unfortunate doom has blasted the days of my Dear O would I had dy'd in his room for I have no Comfort here When ever I close my Eyes to slumber and take my rest I fancy I hear the Crys of Phaon my Love opprest His body all bathed in Blood thus gashful my Love he appears At this my poor eyes like a flood does melt into showers of Tears Farewel to the World said she since Phaon is not alive This Minute I 'le come to thee for why should I here survive Then taking a Weapon so keen so soon as these words she had spoke But Phaon straight stept in between and hinder'd the fatal stroke As soon as she e're beheld young Phaon her hearts delight She was with Love-Raptures fill'd her sorrows all banisht quite With trembling voice she reply'd sweet Phaon thou' rt welcome to me My Patience alas has been try'd but now I am happy in thee Pardon fair Cynthia he said for leaving thee sighing here My Flocks with their Lambs they strayd and I have rang'd far and near The Valleys nay Desart and Grove I wander from morning till night But now I am come to my Love to Crown thee with joy and delight When ever I slept said she I waken'd in frightful Dreams Thy Body I thought I see all bathed in Purple Streams When I in this passion did wake and just at the point of Dispair I knew not what course I should take my sorrows I could not bear Love dry off thy Tears said she since I am alive and well And here in the shades with thee hereafter I mean to dwell And never will wander again from thee who I dearly adore The Glory of all the whole Plain fair Cynthia shall be therefore Printed for J. Blare at the Looking-Glass on Lundon-Bridge