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death_n	body_n	die_v	time_n	4,973	5	3.6216	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03645	Certain considerations against the vanities of this world, and the terrors of death. VVritten by Doctor John Hewit, and delivered to a friend, a little before his death on Tower Hill, June the 8. 1658. Go pale-fac'd paper, tell the world that I, do die in peace and perfect charity.	Hewit, John, 1614-1658.	1658 (1658)	Wing H1632; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[23]; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[69]	1,503	1

Certain CONSIDERATIONS Against the Vanities of this World and The terrors of Death VVritten by Doctor John Hewit and delivered to a Friend a little before his death on Tower Hill June the 8. 1658. Go Pale-fac'd Paper tell the World that I Do die in Peace and perfect Charity WHY should Man fear to die alas when he That lives on earth is ne're from trouble free Here 's perfect Rest and where else can we rest Is not a mans own house to sleep in best If this be all our House they are to blame That bo●st of the great Houses whence they came And ever more their speech thus interlace I and my Fathers House alas alas What is my Fathers House and what am I My Fathers House is earth where I must lie And I a worm no man that fit no room Till like a worm I crawle into my Tomb This is my dwelling this my truest home A House of Clay best fits a Guest of Lome Nay 't is my House for I perceive I have In all my life ne're dwelt out of my grave The womb was first my grave whence since I rose My Body Grave-like doth my soul inclose The Body like a Corps with sheets ore spred Dying each night lies buried in our bed And when my days vain toyl my soul hath wearied I in my Body Bed and House lie buried Then have I little cause to fear my Tomb When this wherein I live my Graves become Here I can sleep secure here let the Tempest rore The worlds proud waves can dash on me no more I am at home and safe what ever comes Let them fight on I cannot hear their D●ums Let those I always lov'd me love or hate It cannot grieve me though they prove ingrate Yea let them praise or rail I lie aloof Out of their reach my sleep is Cannon-proof And we but sleep for as we close our eyes Each night we go to bed in hope to rise So do we die for when the Trump doth blow We shall as e●sily awake we know And as we after sleep our bodies find More fresh in strength and cheerfully inclin'd So after death our flesh here dead and dry'd Shall rise Immortal new and purifi'd If this be true my Friends pray make more hast T is time to sleep day fails night draws on fast I must go home for as the evening Sun Looking me in the face when day is done Makes me cast long my shadow So when death Stares in my face threatens and claims my breath I cast his shadow long off from my fight Yet truly know thereby 't is almost night And when night comes in dark frowning skies What man will not go home if he be wise Here let him come this house is of such fashion The Tenant nere shall pay for Reparation Here can the rain not wet me cold not harm me Here no Sun no weather over-warm me From hence I le finde when 'tother he is gone A private walk to heaven to God alone This is my Port this is ●●●●s perfect cure Till my Grave covers me I am nere sure Then farewell VVorld thou Author of anoys And welcom heav'n the sum of all my Joys What though too soon a forced death I die 'T will force me live with God eternally My Faith I hope by most is understood To gain Redemption by my Saviours blood VVhich in my soul I do so highly prize I pray it Ransom all my enemies Which freely for my death I have forgiven As I do hope this day to be in heav'n Lay not my blood unto their charge but bless This Land with Peace and lasting Happiness Welcome keen AXE thou dost no Coward try But cut'st my way unto Eternity So let thy Servant depart in Peace for mine eyes have seen thy salvation FINIS So with much Constancy and Resolution he being Guarded to the Scaffold on Tower-Hill After a short Exhortation Prayers and some other Speeches to his Friends he willingly yielded himself to the stroke of the Executioner who at one blow severed his Head from his Body LONDON Printed in the year of our Lord 1658.