Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	alive_a	dead_a	life_n	5,787	5	5.0987	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04313	The Leicester-shire tragedy: or, the fatal over-throw of two unfortunate lovers, caus'd by Susanna's breach of promise. To the tune of, The jealous lover: or, The languishing swain.		1685 (1685)	Wing L972; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.39.k.6[11]	966	1

The Leicester-shire Tragedy OR THE Fatal Over-throw of two Unfortunate Lovers CAUS'D By SVSANNA's Breach of Promise To the Tune of The Jealous Lover or The Languishing Swain YOung Lovers most discreet and wise With bleee●ing hear● and melting eyes A sad Rela●ion h●re I ●r●●e Of one whose beauty shined bright Susana Lynard was her name To whom for Love young Gallants came Amongst the rest a Yeoman's Son Who at the length her favour won To her he brought a Ring of Gold And said My dearest Love behold Receive this Token now from me And let our hearts united be If I am false to thee my Dear I wish that I may never here One day of Joy or Comfort find Then Dearest never change thy mind The youthf●l Damsel then reply'd If I refuse to be thy Bride Or fa●sifie the Vows of Love Let me a just Example Prove Yet notwithstanding what had past When a young Squire came at last Who did to her new Courtship make Her former Love she did forsake Now when her loyal Lover knew That she her Vows had bid adieu He went to her in woeful case But she 'd not let him see her face Then like a dart it pierc'd his heart He sighing said And must we part Oh most unconstano Wretch he cry'd Sure Justice will be satisfy'd He waited till the Wedding-day Whe●n meeting her he thus did say Tho' y●u shall with another wed You are my own alive or dead Your Love you shall not long enjoy For since my Life you do destroy When I have yielded up my breath My Ghost shall haunt you after Death This said he left the Perjur'd Bride And wander'd to a River-side Where the next Morning he was found Bath'd in his Blood upon the ground This Tydings to the Bride was brought Whose false heart his destruction wrought Her eyes did then like fountains run A loud she cry'd What have I done My Vows comes fresh into my mind No Peace of Conscience can I find Alas there 's nothing left for me But the Reward of Perjury As she lamented night and day His bleeding Ghost was heard to say You shall not have an hour's rest For I will still your Joys molest The dreadful Visions of the Night Did fair Susanna so afright That she into a Feaver fell And dying said False World farewel Young Men and Maids both far and near That shall this sad Relation hear See that you are not false in Love For there 's a Righteous God above Who will no doubt just Vengeance take Of those that does no Conscience make When solemnly they Vow and Swear Henceforth false Lovers then bewear FINIS Printed for P. Brooksby in Pye-corner