Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	body_n	day_n	life_n	7,969	5	4.4414	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A14249	The run-awyaes [sic] answer to a booke called, A rodde for runne-awayes. In vvhich are set downe a defense for their running, with some reasons perswading some of them neuer to come backe. The vsage of Londoners by the countrey people; drawne in a picture, artificially looking two waies, (foorth-right, and a-squint:) with an other picture done in lant-skipp, in which the Londoners and countrey-men dance a morris together. Lastly, a runne-awaies speech to his fellow run-awaies, arming them to meete death within the listes, and not to shunne him.	B. V., fl. 1625.	1625 (1625)	STC 24562; ESTC S104644	16,364	24

would make Bonfires in their Townes to bee ridd of vs This is another lye They neuer come neere any of vs but they are ready Kinde whorsons to fall downe at our feet and for ridding vs away why take your leaue of them neuer so often any Townesman thinkes himselfe halfe vndone if he but see a Londoner Departing Much more could wee speake in their praises but wee are afraid they le bee angry at this for they loue not to haue their good deedes proclaimed to the World Wee will therefore conceale what they would haue hidden And albeit wee cannot glew vp Mens lippes we know what we know of these People and a good many of vs are sure to be Bound to them for euer Leaue Them and now to our Selues NOw shall you vnderstand what we doe and how we liue or though your Beadle who Whippes Runne-awaies saies that we are merry in our Countrey houses and sitte safe as we thinke from the gun-shotte of this Contagion in our Orchards and Gardens Yet we would haue him know that we looke back vpon our Disconsolate Mother the City we sigh at her sorrowes weepe for her distresse and are heauy in Soule but to remember her Lamentations Farre though She be from vs yet doe her Miseries flye into our Bosomes And albeit out of humane frailety we left her hoping thereby not to fall into Deaths handes O wretched and deceiaued Men that we are Death hath with his long Arme reacht vs and our Families and therefore scithence there is no Corner in the Kingdome were it as vast as the World to hide vs from his Face thus doe we Arme one an other against him In these and the like Speeches now following doe's the Absent Londoner giue his fellow Citizen a little Consolation A Run-awaies Speech to his Fellow Run-awaies Arming them though flying from Death to meete Death brauely and face to face O My deere Brothers and Copartners in misery Death is a cruell Creditor and will haue all that we owe him Man is an imperfect Garden and to keepe it from being ouer-run with Weedes it must be turn'd into a Graue As our Birth brings the beginning of all things so our Death shewes vs the end of all things For if thou hast liued but one day thou hast seen all that All Men before in the World euer saw the same Light the same Night they came in as thou did'st and went out as thou must Death then being a Part of our Selues why should we flye our Selues Men nor their Liues are measur'd by the Ell but by the Spanne No matter how long Life is but how Good No matter how Short so the End be sweet It is but Once and what happens but once can not be grieuous Nothing makes Death dreadfull but that which followes Death The After-Reckoning troubles all our Arithmetick how to Cast it vp If nothing were to be hoped for after this Life the basest Creature were more happy then Man One intreated Caesar that he might be put to death because he was Old and Lame and C●●zed But quoth Caesar Ar't sure to be dead Then Let vs all be Caesars Whether we liue or dye lett vs be like Belles which at Coronations and Funeralls are one and the same Ring In Health or Sicknes Crosses or Comforts Calmes or Tempests in Countrey or in City so Tune our Soules that all the Notes may be Sett for Heauen For Death hath his A B. C. printed on euery thing we looke vpon To behold Sheetes turnd downe at bedde-time puts vs in minde that that 's the last Garment which we shall euer weare If a Cloath be but layd on a Table thinke on a Coarse and in feeding say to thy selfe I fatten this Body for Wormes which one day how soone J know not will fatten themselues on mee Our Last Day is the maister-Maister-day looke to that well and the Calender of thy life goes well As thus we were Fortifying our selues against the Batteries of Death into our company rushes a Londoner ore that fights vnder our Countrey Cullors and Hee in a passionate Exclamation cryes out Are you sending an Answere to The Rodde for Runne-awayes And haue you written so fully in praise of our Countrey-Landlords I am a Tennant as you are let me pay them my Rent too and so intreated that in our Packet his Letters of Commendations might be inclosed which begin thus An other manner of Picture drawne in Lant-skip of the Countrey shewing as well as the other and as some say that are trauaild into those places trewer VT que erat impatiens irae O quoth he Wee that haue left London ran from a Storme to fall vpon a Ship-wrack to saue our throates from cutting amongst Lambes we haue been bitten by Serpents stung by Adders worried by Wolues and sett vpon by Lyons That Name of Londoner which had wont to draw out a whole Towne to stare vpon him and a Church-yeard full of People after Seruice to gape vpon his fine Cloathes spruce silke-Stockins and neate steeletto-fied Beard That Name to be Called by which all the Land from one end to the other sends her Sonnes here to Sow their Clownary and to Reape Witte out of that Witte to Thrash Wealth and by that Wealth to climbe to Honor That Name is now so ill that he is halfe hanged in the Countrey that has it As Spanish Women in Sir Francis Drakes time had wont to still their Ninnios their little Children with crying out Hush the Drake comes So now Men Women and Children cry out Away Flye a Londoner comes In Rufus his Reigne an English-man durst not in his owne Countrey say he was an English-man a Londoner now is at the same passe Be a Londoner neuer so reuerend for Age neuer so Gallant neuer so full of Gold and Siluer neuer so sweet in behauiour so bewitching in Language and but once come to be examined by those Russet Images of Authority the Countrey Bill-men he speakes to the North wind courts a Porpose at Sea seekes to soften a Rocke and stroakes a Beare in the Bayting Euery one of these Tytiries is a Case of Rapiers to a single Ponyard It is no Tickling thē like Troutes to make 'em turne vp their Bellies No he that makes himselfe a Lambe amongst them is worried Feed a Foole so long as he will cramme and he bursts his Belly The more you fawne on them the sooner they flye in your face As Heate makes a flea to skippe so the warme breath of a Londoners mouth is able to make a Hay-Gee Gentleman ready to leape out of his skinne through feare Silly Creatures their Countrey Spirits goe but with Wherries Oares would drowne them but miserable Animals are they to be so cowardly for Feare is a terrible Hangman and his Halters doe they tye about their Owne Neckes What can be more Noble then to doe Good and