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	life_n	old_a	5,148	5	5.6715	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10869	Eustathia, or the constancie of Susanna containing the preservation of the godly, subversion of the wicked, precepts for the aged, instructions for youth, pleasure with profitte. Penned by R.R.G.	Roche, Robert, 1575 or 6-1629.	1599 (1599)	STC 21137; ESTC S112042	52,757	126

Yea while her silent heart doth thankes record Her restlesse notes do reach beyond the skie VVhose endlesse ioy was in her gratious Lord. To him in hymnes and tuned psalmodie VVhich did transmute her mones to melodie shee giues the glorie of her victories As David when he foyld his enemies The mighty Lord saith shee Is my defence and might My king my guide my God My champion for to fight The combate of my truth and conscience triall He is my Anchor-hold My refuge rest and port My horne of saving health and eke my strongest fort Gainst whose cōmand there standeth no denial VVhen over-flowing floodes Of raging fierce despight And great commaund of Lordes And men of power and might With dreadful threats of death did make me quiver I did implore his aide In deepenesse of distresse VVho heard my ●ust complaint And wrought my due redresse He sent me aide and did my soule deliver On him therefore I will In danger crie and call VVho can both heere and helpe He heeres and helpeth all He none but he is worthie to be praised Deathes swallowing sorrowes hem'd Me round on ev'rie side VVith renting paines of hel In danger to haue dide But he my life from ravening gra●e hath raised He from my strongest foes Hath set me captiue free Because he had a loue And favour vnto me Whō cunningly they sought to haue prevented But while he held me vp I could not swaie nor swarue They sought in vaine to spill The thing he did preserue And so to late their labour lost repented By him I made escape From handes of Tyrantes stout His power did put them downe And helpe his hand-maide out That power also will strongly keep them vnder He trampleth with his feete Bold traitours that rebell He makes their hurtfull tongues Their owne destruction tell Thus for his saintes he acteth workes of wonder VVhose workes are all divine VVhose mercies manifold His waies past finding out his word as finest gold His iudgement iust his providence vnspotted O let thine arme O Lord My feeble hand susteine O let thy holy sp'rite VVithin my heart remaine O let thy loue be still to me allotted I looke with wakefull eles Vnto thine holy lawes Thy statutes are my staffe And stay in ev'ry cause To doe thy will my will I finde affected That which I see is ill And hatefull in thy sight That doe I seeke to shun And flie with maine and might Least that my soule by sin should be infected Thou art a living God O blest be thou my king VVhich hast thy servant freed From tempting Sathans sting And reard my fame on high by wicked wrōged And hast confounded them That sought my greatest ill By working of my heart Vnto a wicked will To act such lewd designes as lust had longed They fought to end my life And gaue me doome to die Because my holy faith I would not falsifie Pretending right they worke what wrong them listed They vsed power to put Integritie to shame And ment an innocent To burie in defame Hadst thou not Lord their iudgement false resisted Thus hast thou bin my God Most mercifull to me Not wonne by my desert But of thy mercie free My workes I know deserue to be reiected But thy kinde promise made To helpe the godlie heartes Doth binde thee more then all Our deedes or good desertes To keepe protect and saue thy saintes elected Therefore I will sowne foorth Thy praise to ev'rie eare And shew thine endlesse power To nations farre and neere To Sathans and his kingdomes great confusion I haue bin am and will Remaine thine handmaide still Mine heart my thoughtes mine eies Shall waite vpon thy will This is my vow and setled resolution Thus did shee spend her following time of life In heavens contemplation and delight And lived long a ioious happie wife Of passing cariage and a worthie wight A foe to frawd and fastest friend to right VVho living in the world no worldling was But prest to bring a world of good to passe And as a bird escaped from the ginne Thinkes ev'ry bended twigge to be a trappe So shee that dangerously had snared bin VVith true remembrance of her former hap Surve●es her steppes to shunne each afterclap And feares to giue a fawning eie good grace In old or young in noble or in base At length when age had plotted lifes decay And sicknesse wrought in weakenesse more and more And that shee thought death had no long delay Shee cald her children taught in godlie lore And did bestow these precepts kept in store VVho come in place with dutious loving hearts Shee thus to them her carefull minde impartes Deare children cease with sad lamenting griefe And malancholicke moanes to waile my state Your sobbing hearts doe yeeld me no reliefe But vexing torments in my heart innate Leaue then for plaintes and teares are not in date No no if they could life in body hold VVeaye would weepe we would buy teares for gold But vaine it is to kicke against a pricke And sinne to take Gods scourge impatiently My debt to death to pay I must not sticke For why you know that all are borne to die Then must I yeeld for ther's no remedie And pay my due that I to nature owe For time requires and God will haue it so The strongest Lyon stoopes to conqu'ring death The aged oake at length doth change his hue In time the long liv'd Phoenix leeseth breath Thrice aged Enoch yeeldes to natures due Sith then tis so and what I saie is true And time doth trie that all things must decaie Then sure I know I haue not long to staie Therefore marke well the counsaile that I giue Revolue it in your mindes my children deere For it shall most prevaile if that you liue VVhen friends and worldly goods you haue not heere First worship God and to his lawes giue eare Set him your load-starre and your lampe of light His lawes the line to lead your liues aright Vse diligence in doing of your dueties To those superiours rulers over you Doe good to all bend thereto all your studies Sing not the Syrens song that proues vntrue Though trothlesse Absalon be faire in view VVith Ionathan doe faithfull still remaine Shun Ismaels bloudie teares and subtill braine Plaie not the cowards in your countries good Spend in her canse your deerest breath and wealth And though prosperitie hath you withstood And frowning world denies gal-sugred pelfe Be not dismaide esteeme your heav'nlie health For that shall yeeld you comfort in distresse VVhen world and friends haue left you comfortlesse Flie still aspiring mindes yet seeke renowne VVin it by vertue and by manly might Franke not rebellious flesh but keepe it downe Like not those painted dames that doe delight Lyllies are fowle in smell though faire in sight And though they tice with baites with teeres with moanes Yet minde that painted tombes haue rotten bones My sonnes if you must liue in wedlocke bandes Loue for vertue

temptation False Sathan had fit men fit time fit place VVas never foe so fitted for invasion The plot once laid he would not bate an ace The price was shame her glories dim disgrace The meanes the men the time the place thus fitte● Yet Sathan prov'd a foole and shallow witted VVhile flattring time could not her thoughts content Convenient place had no convenient praie Though nobles sought her fames disparagement Yet had more noble heart a constant naie A Iudges wordes gainst iustice beare no sway Gray haires grim sutors argued youthes greene follie Their vele of Priest-hoode made them more vnhollie Such were the wightes that would this Ladie wrong So were their hearts addicted to vile actions That their lust-fostred thoughtes did wholie long On harmelesse Chastitie to raise exactions VVhy should stout nobles stoope to base detractions VVhy should such ympious ympes haue rule of all Whose thoughts are base and bond-slaues vnto thrall VVoe to that place where law is turn'd to lust VVoe to that land where rulers fall to sin VVoe to that state where might doth say I must VVoe to the wrong'd that seeketh right of him VVho forceth not of good or right a pin But makes the earth the obiect of his eies Because he would both God and heav'n despise Thou God which dost fell tyrans rage detest VVhy suffrest thou such wolues to tyrannise VVhy are thy seely lamkins so opprest And doth not mercie in thy brest arise Sure thou art merciful in this thy guise In giving Tyrantes time for to repent And fruitfull patience to the innocent A rare example of which righteous loue Doth in this ladies life at large appeare VVhom tyrant stride vvhether shee vvould remoue Her heart from thee her loving Lord most deere But shee in thee remaind the vanquisher VVhen thou didst raise young Daniell in her right And put her shamelesse foes to shameful flight For when the nuptiall rightes had due dispatch And solemne lawes fast knit the sociall band By writing made attenticke of the mach VVhen first Helchia gaue his daughters hand Before the states and seniors of the land That yeare advaunced were to iudgement seate Those hell-taught hirelings fit for Sathans feate For while this tender lady taught her will T' attend her liked loue and Lordly mate The captiue Iewes in troopes resorted still To iet in Ioachims courtes and there debate Of meanes to mannage their forlorne estate To rowse religion and awake their law Borne downe by bondage breeder of their awe So to erect a secret Sanhedrin They singled foorth two seniors from the best Graue Aged learned wise of noble kin For to expound the law and rule the rest But they vvhich seem'd in shew what they profest In proofe were Be●als broode base slippes of Ca●ne In faith false Apostates men vile and vaine These long frequented noble Ioachims place Grim sires severe like Aristarchus brow Seem'd nothing popular could not the grace To kisse the hand or stoope the stately bow But though with halting onely well knew how To render right without regard of gaine Which made contending troopes attend their traine But modest ladie Ladie modestie Shee to avoide the presse in this repaire And shun the gaze of every glauncing e●e VVould to her garden walke to take the aire A fine contrived plot and passing faire Hem'd in with stately walles vvhich lik'd her vvell Chast cloistred nymph within ●o sweete a cell And when the presse vvas past and coast vvas cleere Vnto her home her setled pase shee bendes VVhere oft shee findes her Lord and loving Pheere Conferring vvith those seniors his good friendes To whom for Ioachims loue good looke shee ●endes Secure of lust shee deemd their age more stable Their faith more holy thoughtes more honorable But in plaine-meaning trust false treason lurkes Slie Sathan hence gate breath to blow lustes fire At which their melting heartes he softly workes So that they take th' impression of desire And so did bend to vvhat he vvould require Thus with faire stales he bai●eth buzzardes eies To teach these dotardes trickes to wantonize The silver heares sterne sum'nors to the graue Are dipt in die-pot and vvell taught to fal In curled tuftes like yonkers neate and braue No Peruge yet had Peru seene at al While withered limmes would youthes delights recal The spundge the combe the glasse doe wait at hand To cleere the wrinckled skin that age had tand Th' Arabian odors mend a noisome fault Each word each looke each gesture smackes of art The limping legge begins to leape and vault VVhen Cup●d shootes where death should thrill his dart Old wagges exceede to play the wantons part And then though folly giue themselues the fal Yet must sweete beauty beare the blame of al. So things wel ment are oftentimes mistaken Sometimes the harmelesse eie doth fee●e offence Sometimes faire dutie makes his friend forsaken Sometimes foule faultes are hid by faire pretence So were these seniors snared by true sence VVhen burnd not by the fire but by the light They were entrap'd by that true spie the sight VVhile chast concentricke circles of her eies Like sphericke sections cut by curious art Reflect the wanton beames which gainst them flies Backe to the darkesome dungeon of the heart Makes Liver loue-sicke poysons every part Makes reason and heartes passions disagree Makes that which was not what it should not be Fie on fine beautie that dost bane thy breeder Fie on false honor that betraist thy friend Fie on thee foolish feature thou eie feeder Fie on vnstedfast riches friendes vnkinde Fie on choice education art thou blinde Fie on fit time alluring bawd to evil Fie on fit place a broker for the divel These were the traitours that entisementes gaue To blinde concupiscence and bedlem lust To hood●winke vertue and at reason raue That bids be bold and banish faint distrust Pretendes the purchase good and title iust Perswades it cowardi●e to daunt for shame VVhere greater conquest winnes the greater fame And yet they deem'd her vertues farre to great Her thoughtes to high to stoope to base desire Which did not coole but much augment the hea●e Great logges laid on doe most encrease the fire Beate downe by doubtes stout lust doth ●im the higher When strugling streames with strongest ba●es are bent Then flowdes doe swell and rage most insolent And so while raging lust out-reacheth reason Like bended waues they surge aboue the bankes Displease their friendes and selues and al to please one Leaue law and right to play vnlawful prankes Vow great attemptes not worthy smallest thankes Grow carelesse resolute in dissolution Bewitch'd with beauties blaze to worke abusion That those which vvhilome did like Martiall vvightes VVeild Mars his weapons and were manly men Become nice Sybarites faint hearted knights Forsake the field to diue in Cupids den Resigne the Eagles empire to the wren Obscure Herculean fortitude and fame By childish service of some Lydian dame For as the fish that of his force to

and like the modest chast Set neither fading beauty goods nor landes Before that hue that in the heart is plast Be never prodigall your goods to wast Learne with the busie ant the way to liue Spare not to much but doe by sparing thriue If you vvith childrens store be blest of God His richest giftes account that pretie crew Enstruct and bring them vp to feare the rod VVith those precepts your parents taught to you Though all things want let them not want this due For sure my sonnes it is not saide for naught Better vnborne then borne to liue vntaught Esteeme the wavering world as it is VVhere swiftest time brings all things to decay Esteeme your selues heere voide of io●es and blisse And thinke each morrow is your ending day Desire of God on earth not long to stay VVhere nought but sin griefe doth reigne be bold And nought is got but sinne in waxing old The little babe once comming to the birth Is borne as bare and naked as my naile The puling wretch his wofull state on earth VVith tongue and teeres new born doth weep and waile To see his soule shut vp in sinful gaile And swadled lims fast fettred round aboute Like captiue wreth that no way findēth out His childish actions all vnperfect are To sit to eate to speake to stand to goe The childe is taught and nursed vp with care And pampred eke with paine and wakefull woe He proues the pikes of manie a pangue also VVith furious foes he hath continuall warre His flesh this world and raging fiend they are His life is like the raging seas recoile His choysest things are in event but vaine His wealth is want his rest is restlesse toile His health mishap and all his pleasures paine His chiefe companions linked in one chaine Are hopelesse hope deepe danger care and feare VVhile dying life doth dailie dread the beare He often times beset with deepe distresse Doth call for death before his dying daie And dead man like by sleeping in excesse Doth spend the halfe of precious time away The rest mispent in idlenesse or play Or spent to serve our owne occasions so As least we care whear God haue part or noe Thus man is made the pray and spoyle of time A tipe of mis'rie and mishap God woat A sinke of sinfull-sin an heap of crime A ship that still on billowing waues doth flote When age comes on then all his sences doat He waxeth deafe his eies with dazing dimme His teeth currupt he hath no liuely limme Can such a dying man be sayd to liue What kind of life what living call you this No life but death a shade that life doth giue For perfect life by death obtained is Whie then do mortall worldlinges go amisse Whie love they life whie do they death detest Which sets them free from ill and bringeth rest Hence learne poore heartes your life vncerteine is Still heaps of harmes are hovering on your head Keepe these my wordes and feare to do amisse More would I say but life is partly fled Whome death with seely tryumph doth downe tred Fare well sweete ioyes somtimes my heartes delight The grownd my corpes to God I yeeld my spirite Epilogus Thus heere you see how God preserveth his And those that do them iniurize confowndeth Hence may you learne what t'is to live amisse What falles to him that with prowd sin abowndeth That hee which stedfast hope in Gods helpe growndeth Gainst him not hell nor hel houndes shall preveile For God will help when help of man doth faile FINIS Faultes escaped In foll 4. Page 1. make content malecontent 5. 1. surely surly 15 1. maiden birth m●ide● earth 15 2. maried wise maried wife 18 1. mu murne 23 1. faice faire 23 2. thus this 30 2. that those thus c. 37 1. repeate repleate 40 2. this these 42 2. smallow s●●llow 46 1 ●heethey