Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	admit_v	affection_n	anger_n	26	3	9.5610	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A61722	Strafforiados. The lieutenant's legend as it was first compared, and now published, according to the originall copie. Writ by his owne hand in the Tower.	Strafford, Thomas Wentworth, Earl of, 1593-1641.	1652 (1652)	Wing S5796; ESTC R219679	14,375	34

but to Him that does this Doe this and thou shalt live In the expence of your houres be carefull how you bestow your selves in them Account these so pretious as the whole world cannot reduce nor recall one Minute of them Have not your eye on the Glasse how it runnes no● on the Clock what it strikes Contemplation should be more fixt then to be so easily distracted He who in his Study gives more eare to the houre then those lines he reades must give me leave to hold him such a proficient as He is rather to be accounted a Truant then a Student Make every Evening an Accomptant of the forespent day Your age is not to be reckoned by yeares but houres Many are young in houres who are old in yeares Bestow your time in Learning to your profit but intertaine such humility in your improvement as with modesty to acknowledge it The Zone where you live admits no Solstice your Academick Studies hold correspondence with no Station You must either be Proficients or Deficients In one word make God the Beginning and Ending of all your Labours and then with a cheerfull Evening will He crown all your Endeavours Now to you my Daughters whose choisest Consorts should be Modesty Humility and pious Industry though your Mother were taken from you before She could well informe you or your selves capable of what She might recommend unto you yet are you supplyed in her want by One who though a Step-Mother a Name imploying an harsh Nature yet be her Steps so imitable that if you walke in them they may sufficiently enable you by Her example Doe not then Steppe over Her with an awlesse reverence But observe her Directions as usefull Lessons for the knowledge of your Selves and performance of those Officers wherein you stand obliged to God and the World I shall be sparing in speaking much to you being so confident of Her care with whom you are and to whose Education and Tuition next under God I commend you as She will never desert you unlesse you desert your selves Now the blessing of God and a poore languishing but truly-loving Father be among you and direct you in all your waies and works to His honour who made you PROV 4. 1. Heare ye Children the instructions of a Father and attend to know understanding DEATHS DREAME LAst night me thought I saw a Great-man dye And none was in the Roome but He and I. His vitall parts had made their Long retreat Eyes Dim Voice Hoarse his Pulse no strength to beat Yet like two antient-friends long time acquainted His Soule me thought would hardly be contented To leave the Body or the Flesh her Guest Her living Soule without a sharpe contest But fruitlesse was this Conflict They must yeeld To Him who still came Conquerour from the field And being ready to surprize his Fort It mov'd me to advise Him in this sort Let no weake hopes of longer life deceave you You see how your Physitians meane to leave you Whose choice Receipts Apothecarry Bills At such excessive Charge their Patients kills Are left to your Executor to pay And for their wage not for your health they stay For that 's past Cure Prepare then for remove From this poore Vale of Teares to joyes above Here is a fading there a reall blisse Fixe then your heart Sir where your treasure is Wherewith he sigh'd and shed a trickling teare As if the Treasure of his Heart lodg'd here Till my perswasions did at last so win him I found me thought a lively faith within him For pearled teares did his Repentance show And Eyes the Place where He was mounting to Which I observing Sir while you have sense Thus I Discours'd discharge your Conscience And set your House in Order FRIEND that care So He reply'd is left unto my Heire Portions Doles Legacies I shall not need To write His love can my intentions reade These Cares are recommeded to His trust And Hee 'l discharge them for I hold him just My Soule has sude divorce 'twixt th' World and me From which my thoughts shall henceforth strangers be One Onely man there is whom I could wish Might never share in any State of His For His hydroptick drought like thirsty ground Gapes still for more the more it does abound But that I may in charity depart I wish his true Conversion with my heart Having my Spirituall Physick thus applide With much Composednesse me thought He dide Now HE whom He deputed for his Heire Appear'd so well dispos'd so debonaire As none if Dreams may represent a truth Retein'd more seeds of vertue in his youth But as choice Plants oft perish in their prime While Grafts of flower growth live longer time So He when those pure beamelings should appeare And spread their beauty in their proper Spheare Heart-slaine with filial-love as Chymists gather Within few dayes Death sent him to his Father Leaving a lovely Lady here behind Who liv'd to weare His Picture in her mind Good God what strong impressions Dreames receive Scarce were these two me thought cold in their Grave Or those Seere Funerall Flowers their Colour lost Till He stept in whom th' Father feared most Claiming a title in this vast Estate With other Three concern'd in this debate Which to compose They were advis'd to show Their just pretences which all yeelded to The place that they propos'd for this Assay Was neare the Porch where those two Coarses lay Those two indeared Ones for never were Syre to his Son nor Son to Syre more deare Thrice did they meet but nothing could be done One would have all and others might have none Earth-glude affections will admit no stay Untill their Owner be reduc'd to clay This made me muse how men indu'd with reason Could in a Place of Death and such a season Converse with Earth so freely as to plead For their Estates that were so lately dead In this amaze Those Corpse me thought appear'd To their halfe Bodies from a Statue rear'd Where th' Elder pale with anger seem'd to show An ashy hue presents Death A furrow'd brow an apprehensive passion Both Death and Passion in his furrowed brow While th' Younger more compos'd seem'd with a teare To whisper these words in his Fathers eare Sir doe you heare how these Corrivalls fight T' invest themselves in our peculiar Right What projects they contrive their ends to win While we 're forgot as if we had not bin Th' incensed Father having sadly eyde Those violent Contests at last replyde With a deep-scalding sigh and gastly groane Breath'd frow a steming Urne Was ever moane Cloath'd with lesse solemne rites or funerall Beares Rank'd with lesse mourning roabs and fewer teares Forgot as soone as Earth'd unhappy State To make those men our Heirs whom we did hate After which hideous voice their Grave stones shak't Whereat the Umpires fled and I awak't 'T was nothing but a Dreame and Dreams men say Expound themselves the cleane contrary way