Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	blood_n	body_n	eat_v	5,295	5	7.4397	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07877	Londons mourning garment, or funerall teares worne and shed for the death of her wealthy cittizens, and other her inhabitants. To which is added, a zealous and feruent prayer, with a true relation how many haue dyed of all diseases, in euery particuler parish within London, the liberties, and out parishes neere adioyning from the 14 of Iuly 1603. to the 17 of Nouember. following.	Muggins, William.	1603 (1603)	STC 18248; ESTC S121897	14,902	33

water from your blubbered Eyen But I a skilfull Surgeons part will play First search the sore then minister things meete Vnto yovr memories I your plants will lay Causing a fresh your heauie eyes to greet Then gentler salues I meane perswasions sweete This is the surgery wounded LONDON layes To all her Patients that her hests obayes One tender mother cryeth loude and shrill Wringing her hands my children both are dead Sweet louing Henry and my eldest gyrle Ah Besse my wench thou hadst thy mother sped With sorrowes that will neuer from my head Thy forward wit to learning and to awe A sweeter daughter neuer woman sawe Thy flaxen haire thy collour red and white Thy yeeres full ten thy body straight and tall Thy countnance smilling neither sad nor light Thy pleasant eyes thy hands with fingers small Thy manners milde thy reading best of all With needle pregnant as thy Sampler shewes Patient in death like sucking Lambe she goes● My hopes were that I might haue kept thy life To see more yeeres and be a beutious Mayde To see thee match't and be a LONDON wife To see thy childe-bed and be safely layde To see thy children in the streete haue playde To cheere my age as should a louing daughter But thou art gone and I must follow after My little HENRIE oh that prety foole That oft hath made my sorrowing heart full glad His words were Mamma sit here is a stoole Some bread and butter I haue nothing had I le busse you well good Mamma be not sad Vp on cock-high I will sit in your lappe Where oft poore sweeting he hath caught a nappe And if sometimes he hearde his Father chide As housholde wordes may passe twixt man and wife Vnto my Husbande presently he hyed As he should say I will appease the strife And with his Childish ●hirth and pleasvres rise Abates the heat and makes vs both to ioy To see such nature in the little Boy But Death oh Death that hater of my wealth Hath slaine my D●ughter and my little Sonne Both of them proppes vnto my wished health Both to haue kept I woulde barefoote haue runne Fel ATROPOS her fatall stroke hath done With the eternall I beleue they rest Oh happy Babes for euer they are blest Step after Step I see an other come Casting her handes abroade as shee were wood Seeming to tell a heauy tale to some But silly Dame thou art not vnderstoode Speake mildely lowly not with chafing bloude For hastie speach hath seldome reason showne When soft deliuerance makes the matter knowne I am a Widdow poore Christ shew me pittie Feeble and weake of yeeres three score and ten I had two Daughters married in the Cittie Both of them well vnto honest men They had my loues and I had ●heirs againe With them I hop't to spend my aged yeeres And to be buried with their funerall teares To them I gaue that little I possest With them to dwel as long as life ensured Three Monthes with one my Custome was to rest Then with the other I like space endured With vs the Diuel no iarres nor brawles procured But liued and lou'de as quiet as might be I bore with them they dayly honouring me But now alas a heauy Tale to tell As with my Chickins I at pleasure slept Comes the great Puttocke with his Tallantes fel And from me quite my youngest Chicken swept Then to the other he full nimbly leapt Seazing on her as hee had done the other Oh greedy Death could'st thou not take their Mother My age is fitter for the yawning Graue Their yeeres more tender in the worlde to stay My bones are dry and would their porcions haue Their Lymmes were nimble and a while might play My bloude is colde theires hote mine weares away They both were matched fruite might bring foorth store I olde and withered and can yeelde no more Thou cruel leane and ill deformed Death Thou great intruder and vn-welcomde guest Thou palefac't hog thou shortner of long breath Thou mighty murdrer of both man beast VVhy doest thou not inuite me to thy feast And on my body shew thy fury great That lackes house lodging sight what to eate VVith lamentations and with Teares good store Ymmagin now you heare a Mothers griefe Shee most of all her sorrowes doth deplore Vttring foorth woordes as helples of reliefe She is depriu'de of all both lesse and chiefe Aswell her Children as her Husbande good VVith labouring seruantes that did earne their foode Ah my sweet Babes what woulde not I haue done To yeelde you comfort maintaine you heer● Early and late no labour woulde I shun To feede your mouthes though hunger pincht me neere All three at once I woulde your bodies cheere Twaine in my lappe shoulde sucke their tender Mother And with my foot I woulde haue rockt the other Me thinkes I see them still and heare their cryes Chiefly a nights when I on bed am layde Which make fresh teares goe from my watry eyes When I awake and finde I am deceiued Sweet pretie Babes Christ hath your souls receiued Faire Babes to mee you nere shall come againe But where you are I trust aye to remaine Your louing father tooke a great delight O●ten in Armes to haue those children small And now he hath them euer in his sight Not one or two the heauens possesse them all Father and Babes obayde when Christ did call They all are gone I onely left with breath To byde more sorrowes in this wretched earth Poore and in want yong widddow left am I Kindles and friendlesse lacking meanes to liue Had but my seruants stayde their worke to plye Their labour would some comfort to me giue My hopes are like to water powrde in syue Onely I trust God will increase my health That I may worke and hate dishonest wealth Many more sorrowes might I here repeate Of grieued Mothers for their children deare But times are precious and worke too great For my hoarse voice to shew and vtter here Onely I pray you listen and giue eare To LONDONS sorrowes which so many are My clacking tongue cannot them hal●e declare And as with paine I did endure to tell Your too too heauie and vnwelcom'd woés Wherein poore LONDON labour'd to do well But wanting giftes the best she can she showes The willing minde that all she hath bestowes Must needes be reconed for a friendly part Deseruing thankes with as cheerefull a heart Excuse me then and heare me too a while For many sorrowes compasse me throughout Neuer since BRVTE set footing in this Isle Nor nere since it was walled round about More blessed newes nor happy spring cold sprout Then did to LONDON in this present yeere When Englands CESAR came this Citie neere All went as●aunt happy that Marchant was Which had rich wares to please his Chapmans eyes The finest shagges wrought stuffes and purest glasse Rare cloth of gold and silkes of euery dye Who for his money could know