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	life_n	sin_n	5,504	5	4.4990	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A69182	The vnnaturall wife: or, The lamentable murther, of one goodman Dauis locke-smith in Tutle-streete, who was stabbed to death by his wife, on the 29. of Iune, 1628. For which fact, she was araigned, condemned, and adiudged, to be burnt to death in Smithfield, the 12. Iuly 1628. To the tune of Bragandary.		1628 (1628)	STC 6366; ESTC S116609	1,404	1

The vnnaturall Wife Or The lamentable Murther of one goodman Dauis Locke-Smith in Tutle-streete who was stabbed to death by his Wife on the 29. of Iune 1628. For which fact She was Araigned Condemned and Adiudged to be Burnt to Death in Smithfield the 12. Iuly 1628. To the tune of Bragandary IF woefull obiects may excite the minde to ruth and pittie Then here is one will thee affright in Westminsters faire Citie A strange inhumane Murther there To God and Man as doth appeare oh murther most inhumane To spill my Husbands blood But God that rules the host of Heauen did giue me ore to sinne And to vild wrath my minde was giuen which long I liued in But now too late I doe repent And for the same my heart doth rent oh murther most inhumane To spill my Husbands blood Let all curst Wiues by me take heed how they doe doe the like Cause not thy Husband for to bleed nor lift thy hand to strike Lest like to me you burne in fire Because of cruell rage and ire oh murther most inhumane To spill my Husbands blood A Locke-Smith late in Westminster my Husband was by trade And well he liued by his Art though oft I him vbbraide And often times would chide and braule And many ill names would him call oh murther most inhumane To spill my Husbands blood The second part I And my Husband foorth had bin at Supper at that time When as I did commit that sin which was a bloody crime And comming home he then did craue A Shilling of me for so haue oh murther most inhumane To spill my Husbands blood I vow'd he should no Money get and I my vow did keepe Which then did cause him for to fret but no wit makes me weepe And then in striuing for the same I drew my knife vnto my shame oh murther most inhumane To spill my Husbands blood Most desperately I stab'd him then with this my fatall knife Which is a warning to Women to take their Husbands life Then out of doores I streight did runne And sayd that I was quite vndon oh murther most inhumane To spill my Husbands blood My Husband I did say was slaine amongst my Neighbours there And to my house they straite way came being possest with feare And then they found him on the floore Starke dead all weltring in his goore oh murther most inhumane To spill my Husbands blood To the same Tune Life faine I would haue fetcht againe but now it was too late I did repent I him had slaine in this my heauie state The Constable did beare me then Vnto a Iustice with his men oh murther c. Then Iustice me to Newgate sent vntill the Sessiors came For this same foule and bloody fact to answere for the same When at the Barre I did appeare The Iury found me guiltie there oh muther c. The Iudge gaue sentence thus on me that backe I should returne To Newgate and then at a Stake my bones and fl●sh should burne To ashes in the winde to flie Vpon the Earth and in the Skie oh murther c. Vpon the twelfth of Iuely now I on a Hurdle plac't Vnto my Execution drawne by weeping eyes I past And there in Smith-field at a Stake My latest breath I there did take oh murther c. And being chayned to the Stake both Reedes and Faggots then Close to my Body there was set with Pitch Tarre and Rozen Then to the heauenly Lord I prayd That he would be my strength and ayde oh murther most inhumane To spill my husbands blood Let me a warning be to Wiues that are of hasty kinde Lord grant that all may mend their liues and beare my death in minde And let me be the last I pray That ere may dye by such like way Oh Father for thy Sonnes sake Forgiue my sinnes for aye FINIS Printed at London for M.T. Widdow