Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	aaron_n	bring_v	let_v	18	3	4.1173	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08278	The labyrinth of mans life. Or Vertues delight and enuies opposite. By Io: Norden	Norden, John, 1548-1625?	1614 (1614)	STC 18611; ESTC S110180	46,781	96

wilt be wary in thy second tast Pleasures haue stinges when their delights are past Then satisfie thou not fond fantasie It darkens sense and blindeth Reasons eye The more thy fancy is fulfil'd and ●ed More strength it takes and more peruerts the head Pleasures are like a whorish painted face Onely in show voyd yet of inward grace The tast of pleasures to the outward part Is seeming sweet within polutes the heart Carnall delights are foolish fansies ioyes Right Reasons guide abandons them as toyes A thousand thinges by fancy are affected Not one of ten accordingly effected A gulfe it selfe a gulfe of griefe it makes It is selfe bane and still selfe bane it takes Sensual delights She falsly holdes diuine Yet worke they dangerous effects in fine And though men laugh that liue licentiously They laugh at losse of their felicity Mad men and ●ooles do laugh at iniuries And wittingly imbrace their miseries Some erre in dyet staffe of mans releefe Be temperate for gurmondy bringes greefe Most danger growes by grosse satiety But neuer any by sobriety Yet often hurtes to be too abstinent In meane is Nature ruled best content When vulgar congies yeeld thee most all haile Think then some monster seekes thee to assaile Stick to thy vertues to defend thy fame No other weapons can protect the same The idle vapors of the vulgar rise And fall againe as fauour liues or dies The fawnes and frownes resemble well the Bee When sun doth thine they swarme and sing we see But in a black and gloomy day they lye Within the hiue Thus they obserue the sky So when on th vulgar rayes of fauour shine They fawne let fauour faile their loues decline And like a monster fawning to be fed Failing of food gripes keeper on the head Sometimes the great fall from their outward grace To low estate and ignominious case What then can his perplexed mind content That seees redresles dangers imminent Ready to fall he flies and seekes to shun The ill he feares from which he cannot run In this sad strait there is one remedy To make a vertue of necessity That 's to imbrace what he cannot forgoe To dye the death if force determine so Where vertue dwels there dwels true sapience The mother nurse and life of patience Vertue resembles Aarons sacred wand That buddeth blessings held in working hand But cast to ground breedes serpent in thy breast In life and death let thy heart be her nest There will sh●bud and bring forth sacred deedes Deuouring all the serpents spawne that br breedes The wise strong carnally magnanimous Haue vertues habit heartes prodigious For that foule hagge the dame of faise delights Giues outward glory to her fauorites She mooues the mind she workes th' affection As only Lady of direction She paints the baites affection sucks delight Lu●'d in Lusts lap the better partes despite Hy this infernall hagg and her inchants It 's not for good the seeming best she grants She doth excite to grosse and vild atempts And by protests al danger she exempts And by degrees she winnes the doubting mind She frames the baites as she findes mindes inclind Ambitious mindes meanly incens'd to rise She liftes a little to low dignities Then tenders she matters of greater sort Sugiesting those their glory much import Then who so standes in way where they must passe Must downe a Diadem or head of brasse And when these silly subiects of her fraudes Are at the highest them she then applaudes Feedes them with fawnes and false security Plotting the while against them trechery They must not stand sufficeth her to see Her plots preuaile and them in high degree Soone she repines at their aduanced state She trips their heeles whom she did eleuate Whom she obserues vaine gloriously bent She showes false meanes to make more excellent To gaine him grace the meane is to exceed All of his rank in cost and forme of weed Spending gets glory sparing but disdaine He 's too mistrustful if he saue or gaine Spares not spends all at last depriu'd of all Then she obr aides him as too prodigall She leaues no heart vnsearch't what she detects Is fundamentall ground for her proiects Some are by inclination nigardly Them she perswades to liue more thriftily Vntill they grow most auaritious Sugiesting them yet too too prodigous And when they are in highest honour set To gaine she snares and takes them in her net Concupiscence the bane of best estates Though most pestifrous she extenuates She shews it in a glasse of libertie To make it seeme loue and no leuitie Yet fastens she a foile of deepe disgrace Griefe in the heart Shame in the outward face A minde inclinde to hatefull Iealousie She feedes with strong deluding fantasie And layes the counterfet so like in show As if it were the thing he sought to know And when she hath the strong suspition wrought She breedes him Enuy for the thing he thought A greater sickenes sacketh not the minde Then this that seemes to see and yet is blinde It doth pretend the quintessence of loue And yet condempnes the part t' would aproue What is the thing mans heart incline vnto How ill soeuer but she egges to do And done appeares to those in vgly wise Whom she seduc'd and them she terrifies What brings reuenge the act of foule despite Vaineglory egg'd by Enuie to the fight When light occasion moues the minde to rage What head so light will lay his life in gage Who leaues his foe in field dead combat done Griefe and repentance are the gaine he wonne Where hearts affect reuenge she laies the plot Hearts coldly hatefull she fires and makes hot Suggesting him a coward that remits The smallest wrong yet when th' offender smits She egges the smitten to that deadly hate That each must othēr kill or vulnerate And him that wins the prize with best content She d●th pursue death or banishment 〈…〉 glorie and excesse in needeles pride Resemble Phaēton vaineglorious guide That mounted on the Charret of the Sunne Could not cheeke nor manage horses runne No more can he that giues his will the bit It ●●nnes to riot cannot mannage it What gaines the auaritious but his cares To ●et and keepe what he in vaine prepares He fits secure yet suddenly befall A thousand deadly dangers corporall Besides the griefe that he must needes depart From that false god he honours in his heart What deadly feare amazeth him to see The gastly gulfe whence no escape can be How prize men lust brutish concupiscence That brings so many griefes for recompence It is the pledge and earnest of that shame Of force succeeding sorrow-winning game Short seeming-sweet sharpe in the finall taste A brutish rage by 'th brutish held repast The errours infinite tht doe distract The minds of men in purpose and in fact To tell them all were a superfluous deed