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	die_v	life_n	17,544	5	4.8615	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04725	Lady Pecunia, or The praise of money Also a combat betwixt conscience and couetousnesse. Togither with, the complaint of poetry, for the death of liberality. Newly corrected and inlarged, by Richard Barnfield, graduate in Oxford.; Encomion of Lady Pecunia	Barnfield, Richard, 1574-1627.	1605 (1605)	STC 1486; ESTC S104488	13,933	52

are spent in vaine For she is dead and J am left aliue Teares cannot call sweet Bountie back againe Then why doe I against Fate and Fortune striue And for her death thus weep lament and crie Sith euerie mortall wight is borne to die 35 But as the wofull mother doeth lament Her tender babe with cruell Death opprest Whose life was spotlesse pure and innocent And therefore sure it soule is gone to rest So Bountie which her selfe did vpright keepe Yet for her losse loue cannot chuse but weepe 36 The losse of her is losse to manie a one The losse of her is losse vnto the poore And therefore not a losse to me alone But vnto such as goe from Doore to Doore Her losse is losse vnto the fatherlesse And vnto all that are in great distresse 37 The maimed Souldier comming from the war The woefull wight whose house was lately burnd the sillie soule the wofull trauelar And all whom Fortune at her feet hath spurnd Lament the losse of Liberalitie It s ease to haue in griefe some Companie 38 the Wife of Hector sad Andromache Did not bewaile her husbands death alone But sith he was the troians onely stey the wiues of troy for him made aequall mone Shee shead the teares of Loue and they of pitty She for her deare dead Lord they for their Citty 39 Nor is the Death of Liberalitie Although my griefe be greater than the rest Onely lamented and bewaild of me And yet of me she was beloued best But sith she was so bountifull to all She is lamented both of great and small 40 O that my Teares could moue the powres diuine That Bounty might be called from the dead As Pitty pierc'd the hart of Proserpine Who moued with the Teares Admetus shed Did send him backe againe his louing Wife Who lost her owne to saue her husbands life 41 Jmpartiall Parcae will no prayrs moue you Can Creatures so diuine haue stonie harts Haplesse are they whose hap it is to proue you For you respect no Creatures good Desarts O Atropos the crueldst of the three Why hast thou tane my faithfull friend from me 42 But ah she cannot or she will not heare me Or if she doo yet may not she repent her then com sweet death O why dost thou for bear me Aye me thy Dart is blunt it will not enter Oh now J know the cause and reason why I am immortall and I cannot die 43 So Cytherae a would haue dide but could not When faire Adonis by her side lay slaine So I desire the Sisters what J should not For why alas J wish for Death in vaine Death is their seruant and obeys their will And if they bid him spare he cannot kill 44 Oh would I were as other Creatures are Then would I die and so my griefe were ended But Death against my will my life doeth spare So little with the fates I am befrended Sith when J would thou doost my sute denie Vile Tyrant when thou wilt I will not die 45 And Bounty though her body thou hast slaine Yet shall her memorie remaine for euer For euer shall her memorie remaine Whereof no spitefull Fortune can bereaue her Then Sorrow cease and wipe thy weeping eie For Fame shall liue when al the world shal die A Comparison of the Life of Man MAns life is well compared to a feast Furnisht with choice of all Variety To it comes time and as a bidden guest He sits him downe in Pompe and Maiesty The three fold age of Man the Waiters be Then with a earthen voyder made of clay Comes Death and takes the table cleane away Finis A Remembrance of some English Poets LIue Spenser euer in thy Fairy Queene Whose like for deepe Conceit was neuer seene Crownd mayst thou be vnto thy more renowne As King of Poets with a Lawrell Crowne And Daniell praised for thy sweet-chast verse Whose Fame is grav'd on Rosamonds blacke Herse Still mayst thou liue and still be honoured For that rare worke The White Rose and the Red. And Drayton whose well-written Tragedies And sweet Epistles soare thy fame to skies Thy learned Name is equall with the rest Whose stately Numbers are so well addrest And Shakespeare thou whose hony flowing vaine Pleasing the World thy Praises doth containe Whos 's venus and whose Lucrece sweet and chast Thy Name in fames immortall Booke haue plac't Liue euer you at least in Fame liue euer Well may the Body die but Fame die neuer Finis