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	time_n	year_n	5,388	5	4.9453	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00825	Certain elegies, done by sundrie excellent wits With satyres and epigrames.; Satyres: and satyricall epigrams	Fitzgeffrey, Henry.; Beaumont, Francis, 1584-1616.; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.; Hookes, Nathaniel, fl. 1618, attributed name.	1618 (1618)	STC 10945.3; ESTC S116819	27,046	152

blest To draw that face which so much heauen exprest If in his best of skill he did her right I wish it neuer may come in my sight I greatly doubt my faith weake man left I Should to that face commit Idolatrie Death might haue tyth'd her sexe but for this one Nay haue ta'ne halfe to haue let her alone Such as their wrinckled temples to supply Cyment them vp with sluttish Mercurie Such as vndrest were able to affright A valiant man approaching him by night Death might haue taken such her end defer'd Vntill the dayes shee had been clymaterd When she would haue been at threescore years thr Such as our best at three and twenty be With enuie then he might haue ouerthrowne her When age nor time had power to ceaze vpon her But when the vnpittying Fates her end decreede They to her end did instantly proceed For well they knew if she had languish'd so As those which hence by naturall causes goe So many prayers and teares for her had spoken As certainely theyr yron lawes had broken And had wak'd heauen who clearly would haue sho That change of kingdoms to her death she ow'd And that the world still of her end might thinke It would haue let some neighbouring mountaine sinke Or the vaste sea it in on vs to caste As Seuerne did about some fiue yeares past Or some sterne Commet his curld top to reare Whose length should measure half our Hemispheare Holding this height to say some will not sticke That now I raue and am grow'n lunaticke You of what sexe so ere you be you lye T is thou thy selfe art lunatique not I I charge you in her name that thus is gone That may coniure you if you be not stone That you no harsh nor shallow rymes decline Vpon that day wherein you shall reade mine Such as indeed are falsely tearmed verse And will but sit like moath's vpon her Herse Nor that no child no chambermaid nor page Disturbe the roome the whil'st my sacred rage In reading is but whilst you heare it read Suppose before you that you see her dead The walles about you hung with mournfull blacke And nothing for her funerall doth lacke And when this period giues you leaue to pause Cast vp your eyes and sigh for my applause An Elegie by N. H. WHether those Honours or else Loue it be That on his windie wings doth carry me I find thy outward fauours much exchang'd And their fayre order fals'd and disarang'd I seeke thee in thy selfe but cannot see A trace or shadow that resembles thee Those eyes that wont the morning light out-shining And by reflection our dull beames refining Whose motion did from earthly darknesse free vs Does with neglect regard and slightly see vs Those lips that wonting to depart in sunder Charm'd the admiring hearer in his wonder Vse not their power as fainting in their course Nor does thy sauing tongue display her force Thy heart that in free graces so abounded Is now with iealousies and feares surrounded Pale trembling doubt with many ey'd suspition Keepes solemne court in thy sad disposition Briefly so desperate a change I finde As suddenlie is not to be definde ● these new honours or ambition Be arches that thy feares are founded on Be lesse ambitious seeke to comprehend Lesse in thy vaste thoughts and thy feares will end If it be loue that does deuide thy rest And waken vp those tumults in thy brest It askes more pardon for thy beautie 's such As for mans good thou canst not loue too much Thine age is tender and to loue inuites Then seeke out thy required appetites Which when thou hast encountred in some one Of thousands whose supreame perfection Will bee a double soule to loue and serue Thine art shall bee such duty to preserue And with deare grace nurse the concealed fire Till it to glorious action may aspire Which though but seldome when it does arriue And in a well espyed occasion thriue Shall open wonders such as by Cupids leaue None but the elder louers can conceyue Whom thou from point to point must imitate And from their ground new principles create Which thou to thy occasions must apply And let no minutes passe vnused by Bee well advisde and warie in thy choyce And know him well to whom thou giuest thy voyce So perfect notices required are Of him with whom thine honour goes so farre But hauing well explor'd it will behoue Thou be not nice to shew that thou do'st loue Discretion asking it should be reueal'd As cleare to him as from the world conceal'd For inundacitie did neuer ayde And hath loues childhood oftentimes betrayde Besides there 's losse of time in Ceremonie Ere ought be done the world being call'd to eye Thine actiue wit with iealous thought fore-runne And let the businesse many times be done With fauours numberlesse which thou shalt besto● Ere thou in distance of opinion grow But walke in secret and consult with night And shun the dangers of the treasnous light Sleepe silent Mother euer friend to loue Will thy proportions Secretarie proue And in her quiet sayles her forfaites hide Which are no faults but when they are espied N. H. An Elegie on the death of the three sonnes of the Lord Sheffeild drowned neere where Trent falleth into Humber LIght Sonets hence and to loose louers flie And mournfull maydens sing an Elegie On those three Sheffe●ds ouerwhelm'd with waues Whose iosse the teares of all the Muses craues A thing so full of pitty as this was Me thinkes for nothing slightly should not passe Treble this losse was why should it not borrow Through this Isles tripple parts a treble sorrow But Fate did this to let the world to know That sorrow which from common causes grow Are not worth mourning for the losse to beare But of one onely son 's not worth a teare Some tender hearted man as I may spend Some teares perhaps for a deceased friend Some men perhaps their wiues late death may rue Or wiues their husbands but such be but few Care that hath vs'd the hearts of men to tuch So oft and deepely will not now be such Who will care for losse of maintenance or place Fame Liberty or of the Princes grace Or sutes in law by vile corruption croste When he shall finde that this which he hath lost Alasse is nothing to theirs which did lose Three sonnes at once so excellent as those May it be fear'd that this in time may breed Hard hearts in men to their owne naturall seed That in respect of this great losse of theirs Men will scarce mourne the de●th of their own heir Through all this Isle their losse so publike is That euery man doth take them to be his And as a plague which had beginnings there So catching is and raigning euery where That those the farth'st remote as much do rue As those then most familiarly that knew thee Children with this disaster are wex'd sage And like