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	grace_n	zion_n	27	3	9.0099	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13479	The nipping and snipping of abuses: or The woolgathering of vvitte With the Muses Taylor, brought from Parnassus by land, with a paire of oares wherein are aboue a hundred seuerall garments of diuers fashions, made by nature, without the helpe of art, and a proclamation from hell in the Deuils name, concerning the propogation, and excessiue vse of tobacco. By Iohn Taylor.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1614 (1614)	STC 23779; ESTC S118233	39,316	104

the rest You being one the best will iudge the best The ninth of February the sunne enters into Pisces Or the signe of the two fishes Pisces February NOw snow and raine and hayle and slauering fleete The Delphean God hath suckt from sea and land With exhalations on the earth they greet Powr'd downe by Iris liberall hand If foule fac'd February keepe 〈◊〉 touch He makes the toyling Plowmans prouerbe right By night by day by little and by much It fils the ditch with either blacke or white And as the hard co●●●●●ed butting Ram At setting forth was Tytans dayntiest dish So to conclude his feasting with a messe of fish And long in Pisces he doth not remaine But leaues the fish and fals to flesh againe To the Honourable Sir Thomas Ridgewaye Knight Barronet Treasurer at Warres in Ireland c. Thomas Ridgewaye Anagramma God Arms thy waie Againe Age is made worthy THough sinne and Hell worke mortals to betraie Yet gainst their mallice still God Armes thy waie when life and lands and all away must fade By Noble actions Age is worthy made Certaine Sonnets made in the forme of AEquiuoques on the destruction of Troy WHen Hellen was for Priams sonne a mate From Greece bereaft by Paris and his Band Which caus'd the Greekes the Trojan mindes amate Some curs'd the boy and other some they band The strumpet Queene which brought the burning brand That Illion firde and wrack'd old Priams Race And on their Names long liuing shame did brand For headstrong lust runnes an vnbounded Race This beauteous peece whose features radient blase Made Menelaus horne-mad warre to wage And set all Troy in a combustious blase Whose ten yeeres triumphes scarse was worth their wage For all their Conquests and their battring Rams Their leaders most return'd with heads like Rams To the noble Gentleman Sir Oliuer Saint-Iohn Anagramma Harts Ioyn in loue THy loyall seruice to thy King doth prooue That to thy Countrey thy Hart Ioyns in loue WIth raging madnesse and with fury fell Great Diomed and Aiax left their Tents And in the throat of death to blowes they fell To make more worke for plaisters and for tents With blood imbruing all the Phrigian Clime Whilest men like Autumne leaues drop dying downe Where some through blood and wounds to honor clime And some their mangled lims bestrowes the downe Whilest Paris with his Hellen in his Armes Imbraces her about the wastfull waste Saw many a Gallant Knight in burnisht Armes Who from their Tents made haste to make more waste Who to their Tents did nere returne againe Thus warres makes gaine a losse and losse a gaine To the noble Gentleman Sir EDVVARD BLAINEYE Knight Gouernor of Monnaahan in the North of Ireland EDVVARD BLAYNEY Anagramma Liue and Abide euer THy trustie seruice hath so oft beene tride For which thy fame liue euer and Abide HAd Priams Queene in Cradle slaine her Sonne The lust full Paris haplesse boy I meane Then Illions Towers might still haue brau'd the Sunne His death to saue their liues had beene the meane Vnlucky lucke when Iuno Venus Pallas Did craue his censure vpon Ida Mount Whence sprung the cause that Troy and Priams Pallace Were burnt which earst the skies did seeme to mount Had he beene drownd or strangled with a corde He had not rob'd Oenon of her heart Or had he di'de ere Hellen did accord With him to h●●d her husband like a Harte But Troy it is thy fate this knaue and Baggage Confounds thy state and fires thy bagge and baggage To the worthy Gentleman Sir HENRY FOLIOT Gouernour of Balishannon in the North of Ireland HENRYE FOLIOTT Anagramma Honor Fitt lie THy Honor Fitlie to thy worth is fit It Honors thee and thou dost honor it TRoyes fruitfull Queene did many Children bare So braue heroike and so slout a Crew Who all in noble actions did accrue When age had made their Parents balde and bare They made their daintlesse courage to appeare Amidst the throngs of danger and debate Where wars remorselesse stroake kil'd many a Peere Whilest swords not words their counsels did debate But bloud on bloud their furie could not sate For fierce Achilles did braue Hector gore To guerdon which the Graecian in his gore Did wallow whilest the Troians laughing sate Thus did Achilles bid the world adiewe For Hectors death Reuenge did claime a due To the Right worshipfull and worthy Gentleman Sir Simon Weaston of Litchfield in the County of Stafford Knight SIMON WESTON Anagramma Mowntes Sion MOwnts Sion figures that surmounting place Where vertue 's Mownt vnto the throne of grace TEn weary yeeres these bloody broyles did last Vntill the Greeks had form'd a woodden steed Which they on Priam would bestow at last When force preuailes not falshood stands in steed False Simon who so well could forge a lie Whose traitrous eies shead many a treach'rous teare Knew well that in the horses wombe did lie The wolues that Troy did all in peeces teare Polyxena Achilles deere bought deere Was hew'de in gobbets on her louers graue King Queene and Troy for Hellen paid too deere All felt the Graecian Rage both yong and graue To Kings and Commons death's alike all one Except AEneas who escap'd alone To the truely vertuous Ladie MARIE WESTON wife to Sir Simon Weston Knight MARIE WESTON Anagramma I Won Me a Rest. WHere true borne worth's Innated in the breast There alwaies goodnesse winnes Eternall rest Certaine Sonnets variously composed vpon diuers subiects Sonnet 1. True Nobilitie GReat is the glory of the Noble minde Where life and death are equall in respect If fates be good or bad vnkinde or kinde Not proud in freedome nor in thrall deiect With courage scorning fortunes worst effect And spitting in foule Enuies cankred face True honor thus doth baser thoughts subiect Esteeming life a slaue that serues disgrace Foule abiect thoughts become the minde that 's base That deemes there is no better life then this Or after death doth feare a worser place Where guilt is paid the guerdon of Amisse But let swolne enuy swell vntill shee burst The Noble minde defies her to her worst To the Noble Gentleman Sir ROBERT RIDGEVVAY Knight son and Heire to Sir Thomas Ridgeway Knight Barronet ROBERT RIDGEVVAYE Anagramma I Regard obey vertu THough Thousands vainely passe their time away Time I Regard and Vertue I obey LO thus the burden of Adultrous guilt I showring vengeance Troy and Troians saw No Age no sexe no beauty Gold or guilt Withstood foretold Cassandraes saced saw Shee often said false Hellens beauties blast Should be the cause the mighty Graecian pow're Their names and fames with infamy should blast And how the Gods on them would vengeance pow're But poore Cassandra prophesied in vaine She clam'rous cries as t' were to sencelesse Rockes The youths of Troy in merry scornfull veine Securely slept whilst lust the cradle rockes Till bloudy burning Indignation came And all their mirth with mourning ouercame To