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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	age_n	die_v	year_n	6,258	5	4.9578	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13276	Monodia	Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.	1594 (1594)	STC 23579; ESTC S111303	2,691	10

MONODIA Imprinted by Peter short MONODIA An Elegie in commemoration of the Vertuous life and Godlie Death of the right Worshipfull most religious Lady Dame Hellen Branch Widdowe late Wife to the right worshipfull Sir Iohn Branch knight sometimes L. Mayor of this Honorable Citty and daughter of M. W. Nicholson sometimes of London Draper who deceased the 10. of Aprill last and lieth interred in Saint Mary Abchurch in London the 29. of the same 1594. SIth vnto me vnworthy you commit This worthy taske for better muses fit To sing nay rather sadlie to deplore This common losse that nothing can restore You sacred brood borne of celestiall race You virgin Ladies which powre down the grace Of Arts and learning on your seruants decre Vouch safe assistance to my moornings heer Teach me sad accents a weeping measure To straine foorth pittie not to stir-vp pleasure And you my priuate cares althogh the cause Of your dispaires doo neuer neuer pawse Pawse you a little and giue leaue a-while Mid publike griefs my priuate to beguile Giue leaue I pray you for a priuate case Vnto a publike euer must giue place Alas how fitlie is this life of ours Compard to field-grasse and to fading flowers Fresh greene and gallant in the morning sun Witherd and dead before the day be done Did euer yet the worlds bright eie behold Since first th' Eternal earthly slime en-sowld A frame of flesh so glorious heer beneath But hath bin ruynde by the rage of Death Of Death dread victor of al earthlie things Who in a moment equals clownes with kings For maiestie can nothing him dismay No strength nor courage can his comming stay No welth can wage him nor no wit preuent him No louelie beautie can at al relent him Nay which is more no vertue can auaile Ay me that death on vertue should preuaile But t is decreed death is the meed for sinne This by ambition did our grand sire win And we the heires both of his worke and wages Must all die once throughout all after ages And heere for instance see this sable hearse Shrowding the subiect of my moornefull verse The breathlesse body of a worthie Dame The Lady Branch a Nicholson by name A godlie vertuous and religious Matron For maids and wiues and widdows al a pattern Worship and wealth adornd hir parentage Fauour and beautie grast her personage But vertuous manners by good education Broght to hir youth the greatest cōmendation Wherein so wel she spent hir virgin-daies That Enuies selfe saw nothing to dispraise Now when her age had made hir apt to mary With frends aduise that of hir choice were chary She was espousd to one of speciall sort Welthy in purse and worship full in port Maister John Minors praisde for zeale pietie One of the Drapers worshipfull societie To him she bare fower children one a boy The rest al daughters al their parents ioy But all these ioyes alas but little lasted Al these faire blossoms were vntimely blasted All dyed young for what drawes liuely breath But yong or ould must yeeld at last to death But they long moorning for their mutual losse Frame mutuall comforts to each others crosse Till time that all things weares had worne away Their sorrowes edge vneasy to allay Then happilie many fair daies they spent To others comfort and their owne content In all the practize of a christian life And mutuall duties meet for man and wife Hee happie in his chance shee in hir choice Both iointly blessed in them selues reioce But ah these earth-ioies doo not euer last After long cleerenes cloudes will ouer cast After long calmes still followes stormy weather When they had liu'd full fortie yeares together Hee died alas for what drawes liuely breath But young or ould must yeld at last to death Then desolate and comfortlesse alone Like to the Turtle when hir mate is gone With sigh-swolne hart and sorrow-clowded eies Shee wayles hir lost loue in a woefull wise Till time that althinges weares had worne away Hir sorrowe 's edge vn-easie to allay Then after modest and meet intermision Becomming well hir yeares and hir codition In second wedlocke shee was linckt again Vnto another wealthie Cittizen To Maister Branch who after wards became Lord Mayor of London worthie wel the same In which high office he him so acquighted That for his seruice he was after knighted He was hir husband twentie yeares or more And much increast hir stile her state and store But boughes Branches shrubs Cedars tall Wither and die and into ashes fall So fel this Branch for what drawes liuely breth But old or yong must yeeld at last to death Then all forlorne thus hauing lost hir knight This doleful Lady left al worlds delight Al shewes of pleasure and al pomp for saking Hir selfe to sadnesse and to solenesse taking with inward sighes outward teares lamenting His death whose life was al hir liues contenting Euen like vnto the sad and woful Winter Who soone as euer the bright season-stinter Hath left hir widdow of his wonted raies Whilst to another world he takes his waies Casting aside hir rich enameld crownes Flower-powdred mātles embrodered gowns Of gras-green silk-shag and the gawdie pride Of all hir Iewels and hir iems beside Hir mirth-lesse selfe in moornfull maner shrouds Down to the ground in robe of sable clouds And frō hir swoln-hart sighs a thousand stowres And from hir drownd eies weeps a thousād showers But now become hir self hir selfes cōmander To shield hir life safe from al shot of slander As 't were sequestred from much conuersation She past hir time in holy meditation In thanks and praier vnto Christ our Lord And often hearing of his sacred word Jn godlie almes and liberal pensions rife And al the duties of a christian life Laying vp treasure with the ioyfull iust Safe from the force of the eues and fret of rust So that hir three-fold godly life alludeth To virgin Ruth wife Sara widdow Judith This life she led but this life wil away We are but pilgrims heere we may not stay No more might she for when thrice thirty yeere A goodlie age she had expired heere She also died for what drawes liuely breath But young or old must yeeld at last to death Such life such death wel ends the wel begun And by the euen the faire daies praise is wun Wel she began and wundrous wel she ended Faire rose this sun and fairely it descended To rise againe to glorie at the last At that great angels al-awaking blast And therfore deer friends do not waile nor weep For hir that is so happy falne asleepe But waile our losse our common cause of griefe The riches load-star the poores releefe For to the rich in life she gaue example And to the poore in life and death was ample Weep rich weep poore let high and low lament But most you poore let your salt tears be spent For you alas haue lost your liberall Ladie Your nurse your mother but alas why wade I With my poor stile in so profound a streame You springs of artes eies of this noble Realme Cambridge Oxford lend your learned teares To wail your own losse and to witnesse theirs Tel you that haue the voice of eloquence This bounteous Ladies large benificence First to your selues for loue vnto your lore Then seueralie to euerie kind of poore Within this Cittie To the Drapers Hall To euerie Prison euerie Hospitall To Lunatikes and poore Maides marriages And many other worthie leagacies And when you haue drawn all your tear-springs drie For her decease heer let your comfort lie That of this Phaenix ashes there reuiues Another where her vertue still suruiues Ios Siluester FINIS