Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

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
A95392	An elogy upon the much lamented death of Mr Luke Fawne, junior, who dyed the sixth of January, 1650. being ten years, six moneths, and four days old.	Tutchin, Robert.	1651 (1651)	Wing T3386; Thomason 669.f.15[72]; ESTC R212072	743	1

AN ELOGY UPON THE Much lamented Death of Mr Luke Fawne junior who dyed the sixth of January 1650. being Ten Years six Moneths and four days old I 'M big with Grief That I can onely vent My Passion in a sad Astonishment My Sorrows are turn'd rude and do dispence A Fury greater then thy Innocence Could there be so great Guilt on such young Years That justly could deserve these pious Tears Did the too partial Heavens but lend Thy Sight Thus to engage us in Eternal Night Did they Thy Life on us at first bestow Onely to make thee but a Ten Years Show But I have done Thou wert too good to be Continued in a Land of Miserie We grieve Our Loss not Thine for we 're left here To the sad Comfort of a sadder Tear See how each Forehead 's furrow'd to a Frown And every Eye its willing Tears drops down Mourning Thy Loss as if the World and all Its Creatures suffer'd in Thy untimely Fall Thy Loss is fatal to the World in Thee Nature has lost her highest braverie Thy Parts in so young Years did strongly prove Thou wert her onely Darling and her Love How did Thy Sweetness extasie our Sense Into a wonder of Thy Excellence Thy Vertues were too great for to have grown In any clay besides what was Thine own Thou wert the purest Dust that e're was made T' enclose so bright a Soul within a Shade But Oh! it 's gone T' its last and greatest Dissolution And our full Tears at best will prove to be But faint Drops of a Pious Extasie Look back to th' Spring and if you e're have seen Vntimely winds blast Trees scarce fully green Know that our Loss is such since He hath shown E're a ripe Spring such blossoms of his own Fate sure past o're his years and view'd his parts Arraign'd to th' Bar not for his age but arts Whoever saw a loaded ear of Corn Not Earth-wards tend the empty upwards born E're life they dye e're death thou life didst scorn Piaetatis Ergò sic cecinit Robertus Tutchein