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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
A21161	The paradyse of daynty deuises aptly furnished, with sundry pithie and learned inuentions: deuised and written for the most part, by M. Edwards, sometimes of her Maiesties chappel: the rest, by sundry learned gentlemen, both of honour, and woorshippe. viz. S. Barnarde. E.O. L. Vaux. D.S. Iasper Heyvvood. F.K. M. Bevve. R. Hill. M. Yloop, vvith others.	Edwards, Richard, 1523?-1566.	1576 (1576)	STC 7516; ESTC S105445	52,854	98

What greuous crimes to God he doeth commit What plagues what panges what perill thereby spryng With no sure hower in all his daies to sit He would sure thinke and with greate cause I doo The daie of death is happier of the twoo Death is the doore whereby we drawe to ioye Life is a lake that drowneth all in paine Death is so dole it seaseth all awaie Life is so leude that all it yelds is vaine And as by life in bondage man is brought Euen so by death is freedome likewise wrought Wherefore with Paule let all men wishe and praie To be disolued of this foule fleshly masse Or at the least be armed against the daie That thei be founde good souldiers prest to passe From life to death from death to life againe And suche a life as euer shall remaine Finis D. S. 44. Beyng asked the occasion of his white head he aunswereth thus WHere sethyng sighes and sower sobbs Hath slaine the slipps that nature sett And skaldyng showers with stonie throbbs The kindly sappe from them hath fett What wonder then though you doe see Vpon my head white heere 's to bee Where thought hath thrild and throne his speares To hurt the harte that harmth hym not And gronyng grief hath grounde for the teares Myne eyne to staine my face to spot What wonder then though you doe see Vpon my head white heere 's to bee Where pinchyng paine hym self hath plaste There peace with pleasures were possest And walles of wealth are fallen to waste And pouertie in them is prest What wonder then though you doe see Vpon my head white heere 's to bee Where wretched woe doeth weaue her webbe There care the clewe can catche and caste And floudds of ioye are fallen to ebbe So loe that life maie not long laste What wonder then though you doe see Vpon my head white heere 's to bee These heere 's of age are messengers Whiche bidd me fast repent and praie Thei be of death the harbingers That doeth prepare and dresse the waie Wherefore I ioye that you maie see Vpon my head suche heere 's to bee Thei be the line that lead the length How farre my race was for to ronne Thei saie my yongth is fledde with strength And how old age is well begonne The whiche I feele and you maie see Vpon my head suche lines to bee Thei be the stryngs of sober sounde Whose Musicke is hermonicall Their tunes declare a tyme from grounde I came and how thereto I shall Wherefore I ioye that you maie see Vpon my head suche stryngs to bee God graunt to those that white heere 's haue No worse them take then I haue ment That after thei be laied in graue Their soules maie ioye their liues well spent God graunt likewise that you maie see Vpon my head suche heere 's to bee Finis L. V. I Would to God I were Acteon that Diana did disguise To walke the Forest vp and doune whereas my ladie lies An Harte of heere and hewe I wishe that I were so So that my Ladie knewe me onely and no mo The shalyng Nutts and Maste that falleth from the tree Should well suffice for my repast might I my ladie see It should not greue me there in frost to lye vpon the grounde Delite should easly quite the coste what euill so that I founde Sometyme that I might saie when I sawe her alone Beholde see yonder slaue aldaie that walketh the woodds alone Finis M.B. WHy should I lenger long to liue In this desease of fantasie Sins fortune doeth not cease to giue Things to my mynde moste contrarie And at my ioyes doeth lowre and froune Till she hath tourned them vpsidoune Affrende I had to me moste dere And of long tyme faithfull and iuste There was no one my harte so nere Nor one in whom I had more truste Whom now of late without cause why Fortune hath made my enemie The grasse me thinks should growe in skie The starres vnto the yearth cleaue faste The water streame should passe awrie The winds should leue their strēgt of blast The Sonne and Moone by one assent Should bothe forsake the firmament The fishe in ayer should flie with sinne The foules in floud should bryng forth fry All thyngs me thinks should erst beginne To take their course vnnaturally Afore my frende should alter so Without a cause to bee my foe But suche is Fortunes hate I saie Suche is her will on me to wreake Suche spite she hath at me alwaie And ceasseth not my harte to breake With suche dispite of crueltie Wherefore then longer liue should I. Finis E. S. 47. Prudens The historie of Damacles Dionise WHoso is set in princly trone and craueth rule to beare Is still beset on euery side with perill and with feare High trees by stormie winds are shakt rent vp frō the groūd and flashy flaks of lightnings flames on turrets do roboūd When little shrubs in sauetie lurke in couert all alowe And freshly florishe in their kynde what euer winde doe blowe The cruell kyng of Scisily who fearyng Barbars hands Was wont to singe his beard hym self with cole and fire brands Hath taught vs this the proofe whereof fu●l plainly we maye see Was neuer thyng more liuely touched to shewe it so to bee This kyng did seme to Damacles to be the happiest wight Because he thought none like to hym in power or in might Who did alone so farre excell the rest in his degree As doeth the Sunne in brightnes cleare the darkest starre we see Wilt thou then said this cruell kyng proue this my present state Possesse thou shalt this seate of myne and so be fortunate Full gladly then this Damacles this proferd honour tooke And shootyng at a princely life his quiet rest forsooke In honours seate then was he plast accordyng to his will Forthwith a banquet was preparde that he might feast his fill Nothyng did want wherein t was thought that he would take delite To feede his eye to fill his mouthe or please the appetite Suche store of plate I thinke in Grece there scarsly was so much His seruitours did Angels seme their passyng shape was suche No daintie dishe but there it was and thereof was suche store That throughout Grece so princly chere was neuer seen before Thus while in pōpe and pleasures seate this Damacles was plast And did beginne with gladsome harte eche daintie dishe to taste At length by chaunce cast vp his eyes and gan the house to vewe And sawe a sight that hym enforst his princly state to rewe A sworde forsoth with dounward point that had no stronger thred Then one horse heere that peised it direct vpon his head Wherewith he was so sore amasde and shooke in euery parte As though the sworde that hong aboue had stroke hym to the hart Then all their pleasures toke their leaue sorowe came in place His heauie harte the teares declared that trickled doune his face And then forthwith