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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
city_n	alderman_n	knight_n	sir_n	5,463	4	6.8865	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03199	An elegy on the death of Sir William Turner, Knight, and alderman of the city of London, and president of Bridwell and Bethlem Hospitals, who departed this life on Thursday, the 9th. of February, about eleven of the clock in the forenoon, 1692/3.		1693 (1693)	Wing E384; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[198]; ESTC R36079	977	1

I Ouercom Conquer MEMENTO MORI AN ELEGY On the Death of Sir William Turner Knight AND Alderman of the City of LONDON and President of Bridwell and Bethlem Hospitals WHO Departed this Life on Thursday the 9th of February about a Eleven of the Clock in the Forenoon 1692 3 COme come prepare to Weep our Sorrow 's great For we have lost our Worthiest Magistrate Sir William Turner Father of our Troy The City's Darling and the Orphans Joy Oh! who can Name him and forbear to Weep Since he Just Soul does with his Fathers sleep For thee O LONDON I am sorry too Methinks I hear thee Cry Ah Joys Adieu Adieu Adieu Ah Death what dost thou mean To take the Pillar on which I did lean I once from Ruins lifted up my Head But now Alas Alas Great TURNER 's Dead So Wise so Just and Equal too was He He Punish'd Guilty and set Guiltless Free So Charitable that though he is Dead His Works of Charity Live in his stead An Hospital he lately did Erect The Hungry Christian to Feed and Protect Besides a Chappel wherein twice a Day A Minister is ordered to Bray Wherein full Forty Poor he doth Maintain Oh! that our Sighs could him recall again So well Belov'd was he that he was sent Our Grievance to Redress in Parliament Where he behav'd himself so Just and Wise His Death draws Tears from ev'ry Readers Eyes He 's Dead alas who strove with all his might To restore the Widows and Orphans to their Right Weep weep therefore let outward Sorrows shew Your inward Griefs with Tears your Cheeks bedew For him who while he did with us remain Wrong'd not his Conscience for lucre of Gain From base Deceit and Guile was always free And th' great Asserter o' th' City's Liberty But ah bold Death spares neither Great nor Small All fare alike the Shrubs and Cedars Tall What shall we say he Mortal was though Brave And as all Mortals Subject to the Grave But why should we thus Grieve when he I 'm sure In Everlasting Mansions is secure And with the Bless'd doth Halelujahs sing To our Great Creator and Eternal King But since he 's dead and gone we 'll let him Rest Until the Resurrection of the Just EPITAPH HERE Lies Interr'd under this Stone A Worthy Magistrate well known Lord-Mayor of LONDON in Sixty Nine And one who led a Life Divine Sir William Turner was his Name Whom no one Living I hear blame A True Son of the English Church Whose Name to Harlots smells like Birch Whom while he lived on this Stage Made Bridewel their chiefest Cage Then rest dear Ashes in thy Vrn Vntil the Earth Consume and Burn. London Printed for George Croom at the Blew-Ball in Thames-street over against Baynard's-Castle