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	life_n	lord_n	4,629	5	3.5249	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A86519	Nevv Englands teares, for old Englands feares. Preached in a sermon on July 23. 1640. being a day of publike humiliation, appointed by the churches in behalfe of our native countrey in time of feared dangers. / By William Hooke, minister of Gods Word; sometime of Axmouth in Devonshire, now of Taunton in New England. Sent over to a worthy member of the honourable House of Commons, who desires it may be for publick good.	Hooke, William, 1600 or 1601-1678.	1641 (1641)	Wing H2625; Thomason E208_5; ESTC R17543	12,760	27

all our comforts this day and let us f●sten our eyes upon the calamities of our brethren in old England calamities at least imminent calamities dropping swords that have hung along time over their heads by a twine thread judgements long since threatned as foreseene by many of Gods Messengers in the causes though not foretold by a Spirit prophetically guided heavy judgements in all probability when they fall if they are not fallen already And not to looke upon the occasions given on the one side or the other betweene the two Sister Nations Sister Nations ah the word woundeth let us looke this day simply on the event a sad event in all likelihood the dividing of a King from his Subjects and him from them their mutuall taking up of Armes in opposition and desence the consequences even the gloomy and darke consequences thereof are killing and slaying and sacking and burning and robbing and rifting cursing and blaspheming c. If you should but see Warre described to you in a Map especially in a Countrey well knowne to you nay dearely beloved of you where you drew your first breath where once yea where lately you dwelt where you have received ten thousand mercies and have many a deare friend and Countrey-man and kinsman abiding how could you but lament and mourne Warre is the conflict of enemies enraged with bloody revenge wherein the parties opposite carry their lives in their hands every man turning prodigall of his very heart blood and willing to be killed to kill The instruments are clashing swords ratling speares skul-dividing Holbeards murthering pieces and thundering Cannons from whose mouths proceed the fire and smell and smoake and terrour and death as it were of the very bottomlesse pit Wee wonder now and then at the sudden death of a man alas you might there see a thousand men not onely healthy but stout and strong struck dead in the twinckling of an eye their breath exhales without so much as Lord have mercy upon us Death heweth its way thorow a wood of men in a minute of time from the mouth of a murderer turning a forrest into a champion suddenly and when it hath used these to slay their opposites they are recompenced with the like death themselves O the shrill care-piercing clangs of the trumpets noise of drums the animating voices of Horse Captains and Commanders learned and learning to destroy Iob 39.19 20 c. There is the undaunted horse whose neck is clothed with thunder and the glory of whose nostrills is terrible how doth he lye pawing and praunsing in the valley going forth to meet the armed men he mocks at feare swallowing the ground with fiercenes and rage and saying among the trumpets Ha Ha he smels the battell a far off the thunder of the Captaines and the shouting Here ride some dead men swagging in their deep saddles there fall others alive upon their dead horses death sends a message to those from the mouth of the Muskets these it talkes with face to face and stabbs them in the fist rib In yonder file there is a man hath his arme struck off from his shoulder another by him hath lost his leg here stands a Souldier with halfe a face there fights another upon his strumps and at once both kils and is killed not far off lyes a company wallowing in their sweat and goare such a man whilest he chargeth his Musket is discharg'd of his life and falls upon his dead fellow Isa 9.6 Every battell of the warriour is with confused noise and garments rouled in blood Death reignes in the field and is sure to have the day which side soever falls In the meane while ô formidable the infernall fiends follow the Campe to catch after the soules of rude nefarious souldiers such as are commonly men of that calling who fight themselves fearelesly into the mouth of hell for revenge a booty or a little revenue How thick and threefold doe they speed one another to destruction A day of battell is a day of harvest for the devill All this while the poore wife and tender children sit weeping together at home having taken their late farewell of the harnessed husband and father ô it was a sad parting if you had seene it never looking to see his face againe as indeed many and the most of them never doe for anon comes Ely's messenger from the Camp saying 1 Sam. 4.17 There is a great slanghter among the people and your husband is dead your father is dead he was slaine in an hot fight he was shot dead in the place and never spake a word more Then the poore widow who fed yet upon a crumb of hope teares her haire from her head rends her cloths wrings her hands lifts up her voice to heaven and weeps like Rachell that would not be comforted her children hang about her crying and saying O my father is slaine my father is dead I shall never see my father more and so they cry and sob and sight out their afflicted soules and breake their hearts together Alas Alas this is yet but Warre thorow a Crevise Beloved doe but consider There is many times fire without warre and famine and pestilence without warre but warre is never without them and there are many times robberies without warre and murthering of passengers ravishing of matrones deflouring of virgins cruelties and torments and sometimes barbarous and inhumane practices without warre but warre goes seldome or never without them Warre it is malum complexum a compound of Judgements Psal 75.8 amixt misery the cup in the hand of the Lord the wine whereof is red and it is full of mixture The wine is indeed as red as blood and the ingredients are fire famine pestilence murthers robberies rapes deflourings cruelties torments with many other miseries The voice of melody ceaseth relations that were lately the comfort are now become the griefe of the life of men the high wayes are unoccupyed Iudges 5.6 7 11. the travellers walke thorow by wayes the Inhabitants of the villages cease and the noise of the Archers is heard in the places of drawing water Warre it is the immediate hand of such whose tenderest mercies are cruelties 2 Sam. 24.14 commonly therefore the last of Gods stroakes upon them that will take no warning But yet there is difference in warres a warre in the borders of an enemy is held better then a warre in ones native Countrey for commonly the land that is as the garden of Eden before an enemy Joel 2.3 behind them is like a desolate Wildernesse and it is very wofull when people and land shall be wasted together Or if it be warre in our owne and yet a warre against a forreigne enemy invading is far better then a civill warre It is grievous but not admirable to see an Egyptian and an Hebrew contending but to see as the Prophet sayth Egyptians against Egyptians Isa 19.2 and every one fighting against his brother and