Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	aristotle_n	good_a	great_a	41	3	2.1025	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B09731	The beau's academy, or, The modern and genteel way of wooing and complementing after the most courtly manner in which is drawn to the life, the deportment of most accomplished lovers, the mode of their courtly entertainments, the charms of their persuasive language in their addresses or more secret dispatches, to which are added poems, songs, letters of love and others : proverbs, riddles, jests, posies, devices, with variety of pastimes and diversions as cross-purposes, the lovers alphabet &c. also a dictionary for making rhimes, four hundred and fifty delightful questions with their several answers together with a new invented art of logick : so plain and easie that the meanest capacity may in a short time attain to a perfection of arguing and disputing.	Phillips, Edward, 1630-1696?	1699 (1699)	Wing P2064; ESTC R181771	227,423	431

themselves do drown'd Of an excessive Pride his marble Portals richly gilded ore his Assyrian Carpets Chairs of Ivory his Garments perfumed his Jewels valued not for use but needless Ornaments a sumptuous Stable a stupendious House with all the baits of sense that catch a vulgar eye Poverty is like the rack it draws a man to danger to the Gallows rather then endure it Oh happiness of Poverty that rest securely on a bed of living turf while we with making cares and restless thoughts lie tumbling on our doun courting the blessing of a short minutes slumber which the Plough-man shakes from him as a ransomed slave his fetters Poverty puts a multiplying glass upon our faults and makes them swell and fill the eye our crimes shows highest then when we our selves are lowest Pleasure farewell to thy inticing vanity thou round gilt box that dost deceive mans eye wise men knows when thou art broken open the treasure thou includest is dust and smoak even so I do esteem thee Books musick wine brave company good chear Make Poets to soar high and sing most clear Poetry though it be of a quite contrary nature is as pretty a jewel as plain dealing but they that use it forget the Proverb Verses though freely born like slaves are sold I crown thy Lines with bayes thy Love with gold Players were never more uncertain in their lives they know not how to play for fearful fools where to play for puritan fools nor what to play for critical fools When I Achilles hear upon the stage speak honor and the greatness of his soul methinks I too could on a Phrygian spear run boldly and make tales for after times but when I come to act it in the deed death mars my bravery and the ugly fears of the other world sits on my frighted brow Phisiognomy do you call it there is no more credit to be given to it then to a sick mans urine which some call the Physitians Whore because she couzens him A witty person may with ease distinguish all men by their Noses as thus your nose Tuscan is lovely large and broad much like to a goose's beak your valiant generous nose crooked smooth and puffing your Scollars nose is very fresh and raw for want of fire in winter that quickly smels his chop of mutton in his dish of pottage your Puritan nose is very sharp and long much like your widows and with ease can find an edifying Capon five streets off I have skill in Faces yet the world is so deceitful that I can hardly distinguish a Baud from a Midwife or an hypocritical Puritan from a devout Christian Physitians are for the most part like beasts for sacrifice there is nothing left in them but tongue and belly A Physitian is too often a lingring executioner to death the greatest disease to nature one that strives by art to make us long a dying he practises on our bodies as men pull roses not for their own relish but to kill the flower so they maintain their lives by others deaths Your Physitian is like your hawk the greater the fowl is that he kills the greater is his reward He that takes Phisick trusts to one that hath art and leave to kill Your Physitians are as good as false doors behind hangings to Ladies necessary uses Since the great master of Philosophy Aristotle died that fool'd the drunken Macedon out of a thousand Talents to buy books what have the multitude of his learned successors done only write comments on his Works scribling to no but to make paper dear Oh brave Phylosophers I will name you three of them First the merry fop of Thrace Democritus that always laughed pretending it was at Vanity alas it was his disease going to steal Mushrooms for his supper the blew mouth'd serpent skulked under a dock leaf and bit him by the thumb from whence he took that languishing malady And his Antagonist Heraclitus that would ever seem to weep out of a pious cause he was a fine dissembling fellow no sorrow made him weep there is a Manuscript now kept in the Vatican that shews he had nine years a Fistula in his eye As for Diogenes that fasted much and took his habitation in a Tub to make the world believe he loved a strict and severe life he took the diet Sir and in that very Tub sweat for the French disease and some unlearned Apothecary since mistaking its name called it Cornelius Tub. There was never yet Philosopher that could endure the tooth-ach patiently however they have writ the stile of Gods and made a pish at chance and sufferance The Vulgar sort of People in Rebellion are like unknown Lands those that first possess them have them What can be expected from the Herd but contraries he that trusts them where he should finde them Lions findes them Hares where Foxes Geese The Vulgar have for the most part sick mens apperites they desire that most which doth them most hurt He that Repents e're he commits a fault doth like a thrifty sinner store his soul with mercy to absolve that sin himself which he hereafter is so like to fall into The Drunkard after his lavish cups is dry and then is sober so at length when we are awak't from our lascivious dreams repentance then will follow like the sting placed in the Adders tail Divinity which calls our anger sin and courage pride hath sent this silly Cherub on earth Patience The Cowards sword which only doth disarm Dull sleeps that neither can nor will do harm Patience it is the greatest enemy to law that can be for it doth embrace all wrongs and so chains up Lawyers and Womens tongues it is the perpetual Prisoners liberty his Walks and Orchards it is the bond-slave's freedom that makes him seem proud of his iron chains it is the Beggars musick who thus sings Although their bodies beg their souls are Kings He is more Patient then a Brown Baker when he heats his Oven and hath forty Scolds about him The fears and joys hopes and desire mixed with despairs and doubts do make the sport in love they are the very dog with which we hunt the hare but as the dogs woud stop and streight give over were it not for the little thing before so would our Passions both alike must be flesht in the chase The grief that melts in tears by it self is spent Passion resisted grows more violent Faults are in flesh as motes are in the sun where light doth shew each little thing amiss Presumption and Despair live opposite as times false glasses wherein frailties see their faults too great or else too little A Rape is like to unripe fruits they have proportion colour but no taste Rebellion walks with claws bowed in and a close mouth which only she keeps for opportunity of prey Tumults are not laid with half the easiness that they are raised all may begin a War but few can end it Revenge will never slack till it hath