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	earth_n	soul_n	6,637	5	5.0980	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00962	The faithfull shepheardesse. By Iohn Fletcher	Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.	1610 (1610)	STC 11068; ESTC S105619	44,722	86

Or the crafty theeuish Foxe Breake vpon your simple flockes To secure your selues from these Be not too secure in ease Let one eie his watches keepe Whilst the tother eie doth sleepe So you shall good Shepheards proue And for euer hold the loue Of our great God sweetest slumbers And soft silence fall in numbers On your eye-lids so farewell Thus I end my euenings knell exeunt Enter Clorin the Shepheardesse sorting of hearbs and telling the natures of them Now let me know what my best Art hath done Helpt by the great power of the vertuous moone In her full light ô you sonnes of earth You onely brood vnto whose happy birth Virtue was giuen holding more of nature Then man her first borne most perfect creature Let me adore you you that onely can Helpe or kill nature drawing out that span Of life and breath euen to the end of time You that these hands did crop long before prime Of day giue me your names and next your hidden power This is the Clote bearing a yellowe flowre And this blacke Horehound both are very good For sheepe or shepheard bitten by a wood Dogs venomd tooth these Ramuns branches are Which stucke in entries or about the barre That holds the dore fast kill all the inchantments charmes Were they Medeas verses that do harmes To men or cattel these for frenzy be A speedy and a soueraigne remedie The bitter Wormewood Sage and Marigold Such simpathy with mans good they do hold This Tormentil whose vertue is to part All deadly killing poison from the heart And heere Narcissus roote for swellings best Yellow Lecimacus to giue sweete rest To the faint Shepheard killing where it comes All busie gnats and euery fly that hummes For leprosie Darnell and Sellondine With Calamint whose vertue do refine The blood of Man making it free and faire As the first houre it breath'd or the best aire Heere other to but your rebellious vse Is not forme whose goodnes is abuse Therefore foule standergrasse from me and mine I banish thee with lustfull Turpentine You that intice the vaines and stirre the heat To ciuill muteny scaling the seate Our reason moues in and deluding it With dreames and wanton fancies till the fit Of burning lust be quencht by appetite Robbing the soule of blessednes and light And thou light Varmin to thou must goe after Prouoking easie soules to mirth and laughter No more shall I dip thee in water now And sprinckle euery post and euery bow With thy well pleasing iuice to make the gromes Swell with high mirth as with ioy all the romes Enter Thenot. The. This is the Cabin where the best of all Her sex that euer breathd or euer shall Giue heat or happinesse to the Shepheards side Doth onely to her worthy selfe abide Thou blessed starre I thank thee for thy light Thou by whose power the darkenesse of sad night Is banisht from the earth in whose dull place Thy chaster beames play on the heauy face Of all the world making the blew sea smile To see how cunningly thou dost beguile Thy brother of his brightnesse giuing day Againe from Chaos whiter then that way That leades to Ioues hye Court and chaster farre Then chastity it selfe yon blessed starre That nightly shines thou all the constancy That in all women was or ere shal be From whose faire eye-balles flies that holy fire That ports stile the mother of desire Infusing into euery gentle breast A soule of greater price and farre more blest Then that quicke power which giues a difference Twixt man and creatures of a lower sence Clor. Shepheard how camst thou hether to this place No way is troden all the verdent grasse The spring shot vp stands yet vnbrused heere Of any foote onely the dappld deere Farre from the feared sound of crooked horne Dwels in this fastnesse Then Chaster then the morne I haue not wandred or by strong illusion Into this vertuous place haue made intrusion But hether am I come belieue me faire To seeke you out of whose great good the Aire Is full and strongly labors whilst the sound Breakes against heauen and driues into a stround The amazed Shepheard that such vertue can Be resident in lesser then a man Clor. If any art I haue or hidden skill May cure thee of disease or festred ill Whose griefe or greenenesse to anothers eie May seeme vnpossible of remedie I dare yet vndertake it Shep. T is no paine I suffer through disease no beating vaine Conuaies infection dangerous to the heart No part impostumde to be curde by Art This bodie holdes and yet a feller griefe Then euer skilfull hand did giue reliefe Dwels on my soule and may be heald by you Faire beauteous virgin Clor. Then shepheard let me sue To knowe thy griefe that man yet neuer knew The way to health that durst not shew his sore Shep. Then fairest know I loue you Clor. Swaine no more Thou hast abus'd the strictnes of this place And offred Sacriligeous foule disgrace To the sweet rest of these interred bones For feare of whose ascending fly at once Thou and thy idle passions that the sight Of death and speedy vengeance may not fright Thy very soule with horror Shep. Let me not Thou all perfection merrit such a blot For my true zealous faith Clor. Darest thou abide To see this holy earth at once deuide And giue her bodie vp for sure it will If thou pursuest with wanton flames to fill This hallowed place therefore repent and goe Whilst I with praies appease his Ghost belowe That else would tell thee what it were to be A riuall in that vertuous loue that he Imbraces yet Shep. T is not the white or red Inhabits in your cheeke that thus can wed My minde to adoration nor your eye Though it be full and faire your forehead hye And smooth as Pelops shoulder not the smile Lies watching in those dimples to beguile The easie soule your hands and fingers long With vaines inameld richly nor your tongue Though it spoke sweeter then Arions Harpe Your haire wouen into many a curious warpe Able in endles errour to vnfould The wandring soule not the true perfect mould Of all your bodie which as pure doth showe In Maiden whitenes as the Alpsien snowe All these were but your constancy away Would please me lesse then a blacke stormy day The wretched Seaman toyling through the deep But whilst this honourd strictnes you dare keepe Though all the plagues that ere begotten were In the great wombe of aire were setled here In opposition I would like the tree Shake off those drops of weakenes and be free Euen in the arme of danger Clor. Wouldst thou haue Me raise againe fond man from silent graue Those sparckes that long agoe were buried here With my dead friends cold ashes Shep. Deerest deare I dare not aske it nor you must not graunt Stand strongly to your vow and do not faint Remember how he lou'd ye and be still The