Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	achilles_n	action_n	anger_n	22	3	8.6766	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A58863	Homer alamode, the second part, in English burlesque, or, A mock-poem upon the ninth book of Iliads		1681 (1681)	Wing S2133; ESTC R21573	58,754	160

at least they stood not steady ' For why the Cowards Brick-bats threw ' Against the Walls and Flint-stones too ' So that they lay at Rack and Manger ' But in the midst of all this danger ' The Wittols sent their Priests and Sages ' To 41 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 promise Meleager wages ' Twenty times more than formerly ' If he would take the pains to die ' For why Foe fear'd him much 't is true ' Since he the Boar so stoutly slew ' They promis'd him a pretty piece ' Of ground as any was in Greece ' Which they affirm'd to be as good ' As that where Pannyer-Alley stood ' On 42 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 half whereof young Crabs were set ' But th' other half bore nothing yet ' Besides his Father coming once ' Had a foul fall upon the Stones ' And with his fall the whole house shook 43 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ' Yet for all this he courage took ' And humbly did implore his Son ' To help but nothing could be done ' Then Brethren beg'd and that curst Wh ' His Mother but he deny'd the more ' Nay ev'ry School-fellow and Friend did ' But none his resolution bended ' Till he saw 44 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 his own Windows broke ' And th' Town ev'n now in flames to smoke ' Then 's Wife it seems for her own sake ' Chiefly to him this speech did make ' Husband the time 's now come you 'll see ' Those plaguy things foretold by me ' Which unto conquer'd Cities happen ' No Gentle-man must put his Cap on ' The Meats that in our Cupboards lie ' Are made a prey to th' Enemy ' The Houses are possest by flames ' But then the Matrons and the Dames ' Are made a prey to their * She stutter'd that 's all Pri pride ' Nay they abuse the Boys beside ' But that which most of all I fear ' These Cow'rds like Danes will domineer ' He heard no more 45 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 but left his place ' And all with Soot besmear'd his face ' Huge Horns he fasten'd on his head ' And made his Cloaths all over red ' Then to his Ar a Tail he ties ' But needs not to enlarge his eyes ' For they to use a Phrase of Chaucers ' Were hugeous ones and glar'd like Sawcers ' Then on high Stilts so goes the Fable ' He walks to be more formidable ' In Left hand he bore Wild-fire bright ' And a huge smoaking T in 's Right ' And thus accountred he arose ' Though single daring all his Foes ' The Cowards saw this monstrous Evil ' And cry'd Alack here comes the Devil ' And crying so as who should say ' Devil take last run all away ' But only one was left behind ' Whom he with T had stricken blind ' Lo thus his Passion he laid down ' And sav'd both Wittols and the Town ' Though they ne'r gave his promis'd sum ' Because at first he would not come ' This Tale's for your instruction pen'd ' Oh! therefore do not you intend ' After the Boats are burnt to fight ' But come while Gifts do you invite ' That Greeks with wonted flatteries ' May raise your Coxcomb to the Skies ' But if you fight 46 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 without your wages ' You 'll be call'd fool by Sculls and Pages ' Thus spake the Reverend Paedagogue ' But oh y'ill manner'd * 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 well fed Rogue ' Achilles answer'd Fame I scorn ' Jove will in time exalt my horn ' At his own will which doth detain ' Me here and shall while guts remain ' Which I pray Heaven may be long ' But now I 'll sing another Song ' Pray leave your whining and your crying ' That Whelp Atrides gratifying ' T is not your duty to take care ' How such a Puppie's matters are ' For if you are so kind to him ' I 'll tear your Carkass limb from limb ' Don't you know how it you behoves Sir ' To love him whom your Master loves or ' To hate him whom your Master hates ' As th' only cause of these debates ' Come you shall now board with me here ' And o're my 47 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Servants domineer ' But these same Shack-bags shall anon Sir ' Go back t' Atrides with mine Answer ' To Night you shall your self confine ' In a good 48 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Feather-bed of mine ' And we 'll consult at Break of day ' Whether we 'd best to go or stay At this he gave a Nod with 's head To th' Jip to make Phoenix his bead And said 't was Twelve by Dial-Lunar Hoping his Guests would 49 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 go the sooner Although it was not much past Eight Or at the most not near so late When Ajax Telemon's stout Lad Some such Expostulation had ' Diogenes 50 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 my Friend Vlysses ' I ne'r saw such a Clown as this is ' If we such Tattle longer hold ' Twenty to one our Broth proves cold ' Seeing all endeavours are but vain ' Pray let us ev'n go back again ' If we don't hasten without doubt ' This News will in Gazets come out ' 'T is therefore best that 51 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 first we carry ' The News though bad and never tarry ' Unto our Friends and dear Acquaintance ' Who sit like Men but very faint ones ' Expecting all till we come home ' Mean while Achilles that Coxcomb ' Swelling with anger and vexations ' Forgets his Friends and near Relations ' Hard-hearted thing Some I have known ' For death of Brother or of Son ' Having ' gainst Murd'rer entred Action ' Did at the last take satisfaction ' And murd'rer still his 52 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Lease did hold ' Having redeem'd his neck with Gold ' But th 'others Anger was abated ' And wrath with bribes was mitigated ' But you for one unlucky Jade 53 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ' Have a most horrid pudder made ' And on no terms will yield t' agree ' Though we 'll give seven better than she ' And other things besides of value ' But now dear Cuz no longer dally ' Give us respect as persons sent ' By all the Grecians to your Tent ' And who would fain be thought the most ' Friendly to you of all the Host Achilles then with Cap in hand Sir Fleering at Ajax gave this Answer ' Kind old Acquaintance Man of might ' Methinks what you have spoke is right ' But oh I am fill'd with many Troubles ' And all my Passion boils and bubbles ' And my Welch-blood flies in my Face ' When I but think on that disgrace ' Atrides laid upon me that time ' As if I could not easily fat-him ' But for your parts you may go home '