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
A18771	Beawtie dishonoured vvritten vnder the title of Shores wife Chascun se plaist ou il se trouue mieux.	Chute, Anthony, d. 1595?	1593 (1593)	STC 5262; ESTC S116495	19,150	60

to mee She ads how wanton bucksome young I was Fit consorte with his yonger yeares to bee And when at length she had discourst her fill Away she flyes abhominable ill But he that standes inchanted with the wonders By secret stealth dishonorable sin Him from his sence his sence from vertue sunders And now in madding loue lust doth begin And that fowle stayne his furie is incenst with By maiestie saith he shall be dispenst with Then to myne eares diuyning my misfortune Secret reportes came whispering straunger wonders And with their oratorie pleas myne eares importune Whilst blind conceipt me from my good hap sunders With charming profers still my king salutes me As one for absolutest fayre reputes me And those to whom he secretly commended The inquisition of my bewties being Those my attract my chaunge of fortune tended My bewties worth and excellencie seing Reporte my bewtie to be so deuine As now he prysed none so much as myne And soone had giftes soone had my Lordes desire My soule from chastitie my selfe from me With often presents taught how to retire Tasting the profers of a high degree And then me thought though I ner prou'd before A kings imbrace was euen a heauen or more Loe then to Court vnto my king I came Monarke aspect of my recusant eye Myne eye the matter of my bodies shame As long as shame or sinne were nurst thereby With niggard fauor at the first did seeme As one that held his crowne scarce worth esteeme For now my scholler eyes had learn'd to fashion Their lookes authenticall and quainte precise My quoynesse argued a straunger passion To make him so more plyant to myne eyes And I whom he esteemed easie won Made him my subiect ere myne eyes had don For now I saw when equallie precise He saw the honor was due worth my bewtie My browes recusancie gan tyrannise And of my king exact a tribute dutie And if he profered loue I would forsake it For woemen first say no and then they take it I wrought so well my face did seeme to say I prysed chastitie but euen too much My apt fram'd countenance seem'd to bewray A purposd fermnesse to my seeming such And my pretext by working so before Was but to make him loue me so much more For now in me varietie of loue Had wrought such knowledge by my seeming prone As whom I knew quickly sedu'st did proue I knew was quickly got and quickly gone And therefore now oppos'd I seem'd the stronger That late ere won I might be lou'd the longer For when I saw him fawningly respect me I playd vpon him with a straunger No And so much more I saw he did affect me As I seem'd further of in saying so Yet then I knew my quoynesse so might proue A king would hardly bow too low to loue In equall meane therefore did I containe Th'impatience of my seeming loath to sin No beggar humblenesse my face did staine With apt desire to throw my selfe therein And if my quoynesse made him loath to wooe Then would I lend him smiles and kisses too Nor did I in denying faintly so But secretly seeme to desire agayne The hoped profers my consenting No In secret wish already did containe But long alasse could not persist therein For ere I left I sold my selfe to sinne Who sees the chast liu'd Turtle on a tree In vnfrequented groues sit and complaine her Whether alone all desolate poore shee And for her lost loue seemeth to restraine her And there sad thoughted howleth to the ayre The excellencie of her lost-mates fayre So I when sinne had drown'd my soule in badnesse To solitarie muse my selfe retired Where wrought by greese to discontented sadnesse Repentant thoughtes my new won shame admired And I the monster of myne owne misfortune My hart with grones and sorrow did importune Behold quoth I how in her Iuie hidden The eu'nings shame Pallas adulterate fowle The sitting sonnes sight and the day forbidden With a sherle scritch her former sinne doth howle And peering in the day but from her tree Is wonderd at of all the byrdes she see So haps to thee whom so thy sinne hath shamed And made the night-eyes wonder of thy tyme So haps to thee that hath thy selfe defamed In tender springing of thine Aprill pryme But now too late t'haue sin'd thou doest repent thee When thou hast lost the good that nature lent thee A wonderment and monster of her age Following posteritie will account thy fall And this which euen no passion can asswage Nor mittigate thy payned soule with all When death in graue shall low haue layne thy head Thou shalt be yet desam'd when thou art dead Thus in thy life thus in thy death and boath Dishonored by thy fact what mayst thou doe Though now thy soule the touch of sinne doth loath And thou abhorst thy life and thy selfe too Yet cannot this redeeme thy spotted name Nor interdict thy body of her shame But he that could command thee made thee sin Yet that is no priuiledge no sheeld to thee Now thou thy selfe hast drownd thy selfe therein Thou art defam'd thy selfe and so is hee And though that kings commands haue wonders wrough Yet kings commands could neuer hinder thought Say that a Monarke may dispence with sin The vulgar toung proueth impartiall still And when mislike all froward shall begin The worst of bad and best of worst to ill A secret shame in euery thought will smother For sinne is sinne in kinges as well as other And yet agayne when to suspition wrought I saw the holly sinne and sullen game Whilst secret acte disclos'd no hidden thought To preiudice an honorable name And those to be such saints that best could seeme such As one would thincke suspition would not deeme such Loe too secure of variable rumor I gaue my selfe to pleasing disposition Loue charming wantonesse and delightfull humor Forst now no longer peeuish eyed suspition And I thought none could testifie my fault Because I thought there was not any saw't And though my life had staine yet this did mend it That I was sorrie such an one to be My pittie my respect did still commend it And this was commendably praysd in me That Sutor wrongs my selfe to right would bring If right might be procured from the king And now so deem'd so highly was I prysed No honor was too good too great for mee I could commaund what euer thought deuised Delight to sence or ioyes to mynde to bee And whilst I sat seated alone so highe The king could but command and so could I. But long my fortune had not traded so In doubt full highnesse of prosperitie Ere murder death had fram'd a worser woe A true example vnto all posteritie That those that mount so high so farre and fast In tract of tyme come headlong downe at last For now the doomes day of my fortune's neere The day the dome peculier vnto all Now in a death vnthought-on doth appeere My bewties

ruine and myne honors fall Such sightes are these vnto the pleased eye As are not sooner seene then they doe dye So as when for his drown'd sonne pensiuly sorrie Three times in blacke three times his golden vrne The sadder eye of heauens restrained glorie In blacke and heauie secresie did burne And moodie by restraining so his light In three dayes absence brought a triple night Or as when from some high clift sadly looking A mistie tempest from the South ariseth And disagreeing blastes no sayles stop brooking The merrie sea-mans wandering barke surpriseth We sorrow at the sight vpon the shore But in the barke would sorrow ten times more So now eternall night now desolation Deuining horror to the nighted land Insues to all by sodaine alteration That of a tyrant ill suspected stand But I whom this imported most of any Where all had but one feare I one had many Ah death old father of our common end Nurst of the mother night and discontent Inuying hatreds neuer pleased frend Incertaine accedent and vnknowne euent In what so much haue I offensed thee That by my kinges death thou shouldst murther mee Thou art the father cause I am forlorne It was thy too much pittie that procur'd this Why didst not make me dye ere I was borne That being dead I might not haue indur'd this Cruell in what may harme in what may ill me But thrise more cruell that thou wouldst not kill me Did my face feare thee from thy murdering will That being young thou letst me liue so long Or hauing such a bewtie at thy will Thoughtst thou the rape would be esteem'd a wrong O if thou didst withall thou wild'st that I Should liue so long that I should shame to dye It was the auarice of thy list to kill Founded my downefall on my kinges decease Such is thy nature and so much so ill One murder with a second to increase But thus we see who on a king relyes Findes death a liue whilst liuing yet he dyes See how my end brought me to my confusion The common wonder of the wisest eye My end the period and my liues conclusion Turnes to my deathes shame that I greeue to dye And that whereof dying I am ashamed I greeue to liue because I liue defamed Dead vnto life liuing vnto my death The end of shame and yet my shames beginning Thus doe I araw the selfe disdayning breath Hath worthie shame by myne vnworthie sinning And whilst at once I would both liue and dye I doe them both yet am not cur'd thereby For when true penitencie doth begin With contrite sorrow and repentant zeale To mynde the greatnesse of displeasing sin That shame in hidden silence doth conceale When these faultes in our selues our selues doe see We thincke that all know them aswell as wee But stay thee here and plaintiu'ly rehearce The funerall tenor of thine after fortunes O wash his toombe with teares weepe on his hearce Whose death gaue life to greefe that thee importunes For now behold vnhappely he dyes On whom the essence of my good relyes Euen as the gloomie sighted night with cloudes Obscures the sunbright bewtie of the ayre And in her deadly looke frowningly shrowdes Blacke desolation and forlorne dispayre Threatning with sad aspect some future woe By blacke deuining lookes presaging so So seem'd the blacke ayre that with fowle aspect Feedes lowring heauinesse through a duskie light That ouglie looking darknesse doth reflect From caued bowells of the fearefull night So at his death darknesse seem'd to bewray Eternall blacknesse to the heauie day That so dissolu'd to euerlasting feares That sun-reft-ages after posteritie Might weepe his funeralls in complainyng teares As rightes belonging to a dead prosperitie And sing his obsequies in consorting woe Sorrowing their light should be bereft them so For now their sonne gone to his home for euer Pronounces from declining of his rayes A worser night with tyrannous indeuor Would darke the bewtie of their after dayes And prowd ambition ayming at a crowne Would pull the dead kings true-borne issue downe When loe discentious in her owne proceeding Suspitious in her thoughtes stil'd in her musing Carefully thoughted on her owne selfe feeding With ielious doubt her proper wits abusing Sighes-and-greefe-breeding feare to heauen doth cry And wisht with him posteritie might dye For th'infant liue of his bloud left a pray To vultar greedinesse of an easie crowne In tyrant practises did soone bewray Cruell protection would the land confound And then as doubtfull minded as before Feare would increase her sorrow ten times more Thus stood suspected of incertaine fate And drawne by oft feares to a dead dispaire The neuter subiect that did know too late What hell it is to haue a different heyre And that which all their discontent had sowne To haue a king to come not to be knowne Now gan the trembling rich and fearefull-wanting Bequeath their fortunes to their hap of warre And trembling woemen-harts with sorrow panting Greeue that their fate should be vnknowne so farre As whilst they yet thought no ill could assay them Vnthought-on death should sodaine come and slay them And those whom diuersly-affecting humor Drew to the aduerse part an other would not When running motions of deceiuing rumor Make them affect the matter that they should not At last exclaime as on a heauie thing That none should know the man should be their king Then what might I doe where with all to saue Me from confusion that I might not dye Now when dead sleeping carelesse in his graue My king was gone on whom I did relye What rests for me a poore distressed woman But hold me patient at my fortunes sommon And what is worse impriuiledge from hope Of my reflowring time of my new being I saw the bandes I saw the narrow scope Wherein my sinne must secret sit from seing And this so narrow and so strickte to be As all the world might my misfortune see Why haue myne eyes wept idle teares till now Why hath my groning hart sigh'd to releeue me Or why hath greefe eclipst my sadded brow Since now I would weepe grone and sigh and greeue me And now I neede them now I can doe none For greefe and sighes and grones and teares be gone Weepe eyes grone hart greefe sighe and take agayne Your second quintescence from my second woe O neuer will I wast your wet in vayne Nor grone nor greeue nor sigh nor weepe you so But with my dayes date all your discontent And weepe you truely till my selfe be spent O you are comfort in your issuing motions Vnto the mynde with passion is afflicted Whom wearieng greatnesse of her owne commotions Of wordes and speech with greefe hath interdicted Werte not for you th'opressed hart would breake When greefe doth grow so bigge we cannot speake Werte not for you and yet I want you too My harts distresse that makes you her relye Could neuer know nor how nor what to doe But liue in silence and in