Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	appear_v	life_n	sin_n	4,010	5	4.7063	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04571	A remembrance of the honors due to the life and death of Robert Earle of Salisbury, Lord Treasurer of England, &c.	Johnson, Richard, 1573-1659?	1612 (1612)	STC 14691; ESTC S119333	11,809	32

this man of worth liuing in al liberty of pleasures inuironed with all earthly contentment at that dreadfull hower feared not death the memory of death had no bitternesse no disquietnesse troubled his mind he gréeued not to leaue his beautifull buildings his rich and curious Architectures his faire alurements and his many pleasures his courtlike traines gallant attendants and bare-headed petitioners It was no sorrow to his heart to depart and leaue them all behind neither feared he the voyce of the world mixed with scandall which still makes misconstrued suppositions of great mens liues the which commonly they are taxed with but his pure white innocency dreaded not this putrifiing canker that créepes about the tombes of Nobility reason and nature told him he must néeds goe and appeare before that great King of all Kings and receaue the reward of his liues passages vpon Earth Thus ran out his glasse and faded his liues-sunne being ouer-shaddowed with the Sable clouds of Death When vpon this mouldy stage of the Earth he acted the last part of his life before the eyes of the world his departing-iesture moued sad compassion his words seasoned with deadly sighes bathed the hearers chéekes with distilling teares making confession of his secret sins calling for helpe of prayer and like a hungar-starued Pilgrim cryed to that honorable heauenly houshoulder saying Oh good God open the gates of thy mercies to the greatnesse of my miseries vnfould the ports of thy vnspeakable pitty to my wearied spirit receaue my soule into thy hands and anoynt hir festred wounds with the blood of thy imaculate Lambe Christ Iesus so yeelding vp the ghoast hee left this world for a better Vncertenty of state may well seeme strange When great men seated vp in high renowne By time and death with vnexpected change Are thus from all their glories tumbled downe Then what are we but fooles of selfe conceat When our best ioyes stands in a wauering state Dull earthly drosse wherein consistes thy pride Thy state and greatest glory goes to ground Thy bed of wormes wherein thou shalt abide Will be corrupted and thou filthy found Our sun-shine hopes thus time sweepes fast away This night we liue but die before next day A Mourners passion for the losse of the aforesaid Nobleman deceased THe world I see is waxt vnkinde And time forgets what time hath done And spightfull spight weares out of minde The doubtfull race great men doe run Where are our late world wondring Kings Those sheapheards of our English heard Which wonne by conquest famous things In darke obliuion all inter'd This Age giues grace to few or none By princely tombes or blasts of prayes To mouldy graue no sooner gone But all their worlds renowne decayes Though fames arch enemies do striue To canker greatnesse with times rust Yet spiritfull Poets may reuiue Their true deseruings from the dust Faire heauen some supreame wit inspire Aford him grace and guift of pen To light a lampe at honors fier And memorize worlds worthy men Come Sol●n-Cicill take thy place Thou art inrich't by vertues gaines The world adornes thy name with grace Being honor'd in two Princes raignes Let Neighboring France Bellgia speake With new-tamd Ireland blest with peace What cares his laboring mind did take Their Romaine bondage to release A thunderboult to Englands foes A scurge to euery new-found sect A states-man whome our King had chose His highnesse safety to protect On studious lawes oh happy man For countries good he plast his heart So worship wealth and honor wan By diligence and due desert His learned councels purchast grace Where men of greatest wisdome were And where he sat in Iustice place The law infringers quakt with feare His presence promis'd good successe To all affaires he tooke in hand A cheerefull comfort in distresse A worthy States man of our land Most graue of words most stout of mind In goodnesse constant firme and fast Not turn'd with euery fickle wind Nor sturd by threatning storme or blast A Target to the publick state Of Iudgment reaching deepe and great That could of countries weale debate A learned Sage in Senate seat A Cicero for speech and lookes Wherein the pregnant world might spye The eloquence of Wisdomes bockes Perswading both by toung and eye His seruice for his Prince declar'd How wise a Councellor he was Whose worth was of as great regard As fined siluer is from glasse His wise behauiour kinde and meeke His hearts true humblenesse did show No vertue was in him to seeke That might to his high honours grow By friendship faith and dealings Iust Hee purchast loues aplause in Court His vpright word and speciall trust Gain'd loue likewise of meaner sort But what auaileth due deserts To liue in worldly fauours heere When life is mixt with ouer-thwarts Wee earthly honours buy too deare O England thou hast many such Rich Iems thy state to glorifie We cannot praise them ouer much If we should write eternally Faier gold and pearle brought home from far In time consumes and wastes away Proud fame ataind by peace or war Doth quickly in this world decay The loue of friends and fauours won Of noble wise and worthy wight Steales hence like shaddows of the sun Or gliding starres in moone-shine-nights Sat I not vnder honors hill Lately in calmy vailes below Safely from bitter tempestes still How ere the churlish winds did blow What sodaine storme then troubles me That had of late so sure a seate Hath winters blast blowne downe my tree That feard no peircing sommers heat Oh tell hard destynies why you did Thus enuy my most happy state In fury now oh heauen forbid I should cry out on partiall fate Or braule and childe with churlish death Considering hence we all must goe What beareth life or draweth breath Are surely borne to die we knowe Earle Cicills gone The passing bell Hath rung his liues last rufull end The graue God wot we see full well Hath closed vp my fortunes friend Not I alone lament this losse For many mourners more there be That beares this all too heauy crosse Of vnrecured griefe with me Life is vn-certaine life must die Both high and low of life takes leaue What comes from earth in earth must lie Or fondly we our selues deceaue Then worldlings waile the dead no more His soule liues pure and mounts the sky Lord Cicell did but goe before To learne vs all the way to dye Nor muse to see this man intomb'd All flesh by course to ground must goe Death calls for life and we are doom'd To pay the det to earth we owe. He left the world with worlds good will Though world did hould his honors deare For whome his friends sit mourning still With cheekes bedewd with many a teare But yet before his leaue he tooke And death made conquest of lifes end To heauens high throne his eies did looke And thither did did his soule commend When the sharpe paines of death arose And sicknesse fury