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	sin_n	9,880	5	5.5192	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A41878	Great-Britain's lamentation for her deceased princess, or, An elegy upon the death of that most illustrious Mary, Queen of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, who exchang'd this life for a better, Decemb. 28, 1694		1695 (1695)	Wing G1667A; ESTC R12048	1,871	1

MEMENTO MORI Great-Britain's Lamentation for her Deceased Princess OR AN ELEGY upon the Death of that Most Illustrious MARY Queen of England Scotland France and Ireland who Exchang'd this Life for a Better Decemb. 28.1694 Maeror obest Elegos Scribere cogit amor A Rural Pen. AH Sin thou grand Infringer of the Laws Of Sacred Justice how art thou the Cause Of World 's of Mischiefs bringing up the Rear Since thou to lead the Van didst first appear 'T was long of thee the Angels fell so low From heighth of Glory to the depth of Woe 'T was long of thee the Just Offended God Plagu'd all Mankind with his Revenging Rod 'T was long of thee that a late dismal stroke From Heaven hath England's Joys in sunder broke 'T is thou vile Sin 't is thou that art the Womb Of all our Sorrows thou that art the Tomb Of all our Comforts but for thee vile Sin We longer might have kept our Gracious Queen Religious Princes God doth sometimes take From Kingdoms for their Sinning Peoples sake Death is the Track that every one must tread Not One now living but shall once be dead Death killeth some wills others to survive Not one deceased but was once alive Death with a steady Hand his Dart le ts fly At all all Men are Mortal All must dye Death is a Leveller when he doth strike The Highest and the Lowest fall alike Death will not be by Force of Arms controul'd It spares not any neither Young nor Old Death knocks as boldly at the Princely Door As at the humble Cabbins of the Poor The stately'st Cedars and the sturdiest Oaks Are over-power'd by Death's All-conqu'ring Stroaks Caesar must be Supreme and Rule alone And Rival with him Pompey will have none Yet those two direful Thunderbolts of War Nay Alexander's self that Rid as far As Phoebus Beams are spread and terrify'd Th' whole World Conquer'd by Death these Conquerers The Greatest Soveraigns on Earth must bow To Fates resistless Force And now ah now At Royal MARY Death his Arrow darts And kills as great a Conqueress of Hearts In these Dominions as was ever found Within the spacious Earth's Sea-circled round Our Warlike Pallas and our mild Astraea Of Sacred Vertue the Divine Idea By equal sharing in the Government To King ang Kingdoms gave no mean Content VVhilst far-fam'd William manag'd Martial Work ' Gainst Lewis th' Antichristian Christian Turk In foreign Countries she did overcome Her Foes by Prudence and kept Peace at home Her Crowned Presence and Renowned Acts Made her the Glory of the Female Sex This Great Exemplar of a Pious Life To Kingly Caesar an Obedient Wife Co-partner with him in th' Imperial Power To Foes a Terror to her Friends a Tower A Sword to Wrong a Shield to Innocence The Rod of Vice and Vertue 's Recompence A Peerless Lady in her florid Age Brim-fill'd with Honour Courteous Modest Sage Witty and Wise one of a resolute Mind Yet to Compassion mightily inclin'd Ev'n sometimes to a Fault in saving those False Wretches that were her Life-seeking Foes Factors for Rome whom nothing will content Less than the Ruine of the Government Know Rebels tho' a while you spared be Time may advance you on your Mourning Tree Death thrills his Killing Dart Great MARY dies VVhen on the sudden Tydes of Sorrow rise And overflow the Land All Eyes are drown'd VVith Tears All Places with a mourning sound Are fill'd and Oh! with what lamenting Tones Heart-renting Sighs and never stinting Groans The Vaulted Regions ring The Heavens are clad In Mourning and the Earth's exceeding sad Britain Laments and if the Seas we cross VVhat Country grieves not for this General Loss Confed'rate Princes all agreed express Great Grief for their great General 's Heaviness O what hard-hearted Niobe can forbear For his great Loss to spend a Sigh or Tear Ah cruel Death to Church and State a Foe To turn a Commonwealth t' a Common Woe Ah cruel Death that dost at once destroy The Fair Maria's Life and Britain's Joy Ah! cruel Death that sadly dost divide The Royal Consort and his Loyal Bride Th' one Moity of the Forsaken Throne Leaving but half himself to sit thereon How could he chuse but Sigh and Grieve and Weep In thy rude Arms to see his dearest Sleep Be chear'd my Liege thy Soul when Prison-free Shall go to her who may not come to thee Thy Loss is Great far greater is her Gains In Splenderous Bliss thy Sainted Mary Reigns Be cheer'd my Liege and follow her apace Who ran to Glory in the Way of Grace Run well thy Race and so shalt thou obtain An Heavenly Crown and shalt thy Lose regain Once more and evermore with thy Saint Mary Reign An Acrostick EPITAPH Mary the WO rld's Or I ent Jewel Albion ' sGem AF fection S Fewel Rome ' s Rod Britain 's choice D elight Y oung yet stor R ' d withVertu E s bright Q ueen El I za's Se C ond Lowly V aliant Fai T hful Prud E nt Holy England ' s D A rling Fr A nce ' s Terrour Europe ' s Glor Ie Female S Mirrour N ature's Var N ish what E ' re is found E xcellent h E re lies un D er Ground N.B. London Printed for John Whitlock near Stationers-Hall 1695. dy'd