Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	bear_v	die_v	live_v	5,060	5	5.3319	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A69170	Salomons pest-house, or tovvre-royall Nevvly re-edified and prepared to preserue Londoners with their families, and others, from the doubted deluge of the plague. Item, a laudable exercise for those that are departed, or shall depart out of the city into the country, to spend their time till they returne. A handfull of holy meditations vsefull and requisite for Gods people ... By the reuerend, learned, and godly diuine I.D. preacher of Gods word. Whereunto is added Mr Hollands admonition, and Mr Phaers prescription for bodily physicke. Also, London looke-backe: a description or representation of the great and memorable mortality an. 1625. in heroicke matchlesse lines, by A.H. of Tr. Colledge in Cambridge.	I. D., preacher of Gods word.; Holland, Henry, 1583-1650? Spirituall preservatives against the pestilence.; Houssemaine, Nicolas de, d. 1523. Régime contre la peste.; Holland, Abraham, d. 1626. London looke-backe.; Phayer, Thomas, 1510?-1560.	1630 (1630)	STC 6176; ESTC S117096	52,379	80

through the ayre But suffer'd Autumne in the Spring forlorne And ferall Cypresse now had cause to mourne Poppeyes themselues this time in death did sleepe And the Myrrhe-tree had reason here to weepe A funerall Perfume those gaudie flowers Which wont to make Ghirlonds for Paramours Mourn'd in their drouping brauery and spread The ground at their owne deaths as for the dead The Corne grew not as if it meant t'undoo Men not with Plague alone but Famine too Herbs Physicks Soueraignes here infected die And for themselues could finde no remedie The brute Beasts now which Nature to bestow The Excellence on Man did make with low Downe-looking Postures first did feele the rage Of th'Earth-borne Plague and died before their age The long-liu'd Hart this time to die began Before it reach'd vnto the age of Man The faithfull Spaniell by his death did trie The mischiefe of his well-nos'd Facultie And ranging with quicke Sent did soonest proue Th' infectious Malice of the Dogge aboue The lustie Steed scouring in 's Game apace Lights on Deaths Gole in middle of his Race The nimble Fowle as th' ayre it flyes around Flags his sick wings and sinkes vnto the ground Not long before to the remorselesse Skie In sillie Notes haue sung his Elegie The lucklesse Night-Rauens which vs'd to grone The death of others now might Dirge their owne The Snow-plum'd Swan as it did gently ride Vpon the siluer Streame sung forth and di'de Anon the Damp dares breake into the Walls Making a way by thousand Funerals Who can expresse th' astonishment and feare Which doth at entrance of a Plague appeare Euen so the fleeced Heard doth tremble when An Aburne Lyon hungry from his Den Breakes in among 'em then you may behold The pale-look'd Shepheard gaze vpon his Fold With helpelesse pitie the poore Lam-kins creepe Vnder their Dams the sillie trembling Sheepe Stand full of cold amazement at the sight Small hope for mercy and lesse hope in flight Expecting onely which of all shall scape The readie horror of the Lyons rape Other Diseases warning giue before That we may reckon and acquit the Score Of our sinnes Prodigalitie in this We scarce can be resolued whether 't is Sicknesse or Death it selfe so quicke it tries The strength of Nature so soone poore Man dies That many to repose in th' Euening lying Haue made their sleepe true kin to Death by dying Before the Morne Ah! who would then deferre A preparation for this Messenger Of bless'd or curs'd Eternitie What man Would still presume to sinne that knowes the span Of short vncertaine Life Yee gracious Powers That measure out the minutes and the houres Of this our wandring Pilgrimage restraine These sodaine slaughter-men or good God waine Vs from our sinnes that wee may neither feare The rape of Death nor couet to be here O curbe this raging Sicknesse which with sense Bereaues vs of the meanes of Penitence When a dire Phrensie seizeth on the Braine Full of resistlesse flame and full of paine That Madnesse which no cure can well appease Is but a Symptome vnto this Disease Our bloud all fire as if it did portend We were not here to stay but soone ascend When streames of sulphur through our veins do glide And scarce the sense of sorrow doth abide This time how miserable may we guesse Where want of sense is chiefest happinesse When the distracted Soule can scarce deuise How to supply the weakest Faculties Of the disturbed Body but presents Vnto the Eye strange obiects strange portents And antique shadowes when the feuerish rage Sets vs on Iourneyes oft and Pilgrimage And entertaines our wild and wandring sight With monstrous Land-schips able to affright A man in 's wits when the deceiued Eares Doe apprehend what ere the Fancie feares The grones of Ghosts and whispering of Sprites The silken tread of Faeries in the Nights The language of an ayrie Picture howles Of funerall Dogs and warnings of sad Owles The Tast distasteth all things and the same Is sweet and bitter when the inward flame Furres the swolne tongue the quick Feeling marr'd Knoweth no difference betweene soft and hard Such a confused Error doth distract The labouring senses so is the Fancie rackt By the dire sicknesse when from place to place The Bodie rolleth and would faine embrace Some Icie cooler but alas the heat Asswaging there ensues a Marble sweat 'Twixt Death and Nature wrestling then appeare Those deadly Characters which th'Ensigne beare Before approching Fate which notice giue None spotlesse die how euer they did liue A sicknesse comfortlesse when we doe feare To see those friends whom we doe loue most deare The Ministers Deuotion here doth sticke By leauing Visitation of the sicke Making the Seruice Booke imperfect when We see a crossed Doore as 't were a Den Of Serpents or a Prodigie we shun The poore distressed Habitation The Death as comfortlesse where not appeares One friend to shed some tender funerall teares Blacke Night 's the onely Mourner No sad Verse Nor solemne flowers doe decke the drearie Herse Some few old folke perhaps for many a yeere Who haue forgot to weepe attend the Beere Such whose dry age hath made most fit to keepe Th' infected without feare but not to weepe Whose kin to death made them not feare to die Whose deafenesse made them then fit companie Vnto the sicke when they were speechlesse growne A miserable Consolation But had you look'd about you might haue seene Death in each corner and the secret teene Of angry Destiny No sport dispels The mists of sorrow a sad silence dwels In all the streets and a pale terrour seizes Vpon their faces who had no Diseases So vsuall 't was before the morne to dye That when at Night two friends left company They would not say Good Night but thus alone God send 's a ioyfull Resurrection If two or three daies interpos'd betweene One friend by chance another friend had seene It was as strange and ioyfull as to some When a deare friend doth from the Indies come Throgh the nak'd town of death there was such plenty One Bell at once was faine to ring for twenty No Clocks were heard to strike vpon their Bels Cause nothing rung but death-lamenting Knels Strange that the Houres should faile to tell the Day When time to thousands ran so fast away Time was confus'd and kept at such a plight The Day to thousands now was made a Night Hundreds that neuer saw before but di'de At one same time in one same Graue abide That our weake Fancies if we did not hold It Profanation here to be too bold Might wonder what being strangers they would say To one another at the Iudgement Day Some by their feare to goe to Church debarr'd Anon are carryed dead vnto the Yard The Church-yards gron'd with too much death opprest And the Earth rests not ' cause so many rest And Churches now with too much buriall fed Fear'd they should haue no meeting but of Dead Death fell on death and men began to feare That men would want to carry forth the Beere The Bearers Keepers Sextons that remaine Surpasse in number all the towne againe Friends here kill'd friends womb-fellowes kill their Brothers Fathers their Sons and Daughters kill their Mothers By one another strange so many di'de And yet no murder here no Homicide A Mother great with Childe by the Plagues might Infects to death her childe not borne to light So killing that which yet ne're liu'd the wombe Of th'aliue Mother to th'dead Childe was tombe Where in the fleshy graue the still Babe lying Doth kill his mother by his owne first dying Her trauaile here on Earth she could not tend But finishes in heauen her Iournies end To others frolicke set vnto their meales Secure of Death slie Death vpon them steales And strikes among 'em so that thence in speed With heauy Cheere th' are borne the wormes to feed To some at worke to others at their play To thousands death makes a long Holy-day Death all conditions equally inuades Nor riches power nor beauty here perswades Old dye with young with women men the rage Of the dire Plague spares neither sex nor age Most powerfull Influence of ruling Starres Which with blinde darts kill more than bloudy Wars Resistlesse Famine greedy time or when The threatfull hand of tyrants striketh men Into pale terrour more than all diseases Ah happy he who heauen least displeases FINIS