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death_n	body_n	eternal_a	sin_n	8,153	5	4.7377	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19158	La dance machabre or Death's duell. By W.C.	Colman, Walter, d. 1645.; Cecil, Thomas, fl. 1630, engraver.	1632 (1632)	STC 5569; ESTC S108509	28,947	92

Vpon his death-bed ready for the graue But he could wish that he had liu'd to die A holy Hermit in some hollow Caue And spent those houres in pious meditations Were cast away in fruitlesse recreations 104 What ioyes vs most and giueth bese content Wealth honour beautie valour soueraigntie When death approcheth doth vs most tormen And trench vpon our present miserie By how much we enioy whil'st that we liue The greater is th' account we haue to giue 105 It is not all thy gold can purchase then A minutes respite to repent nor all The drugs Phisitions minister to men Who doe themselues the helps of nature call Can spin out time so preualent is death To giue thee leaue to breath another breath 106 The mightie Monarch of the world whose power No humane force can limit here erects His ne plus vltra Looke he ne're so sower Grim Death feares not his frowes not force respects Inexorable strikes him to the heart Kils him stone dead before he feeles in smart 107 Th' ambitious Statesman with his working braine Th' officious Courtier with forc'd complement The Grand Madam with all her buxome traine Th' ingenious Sycophant the male-content To plot collogue sport gibe repine desist At death sad summons with a head I wist 108 When all thy limmes are wrackt with dying paine With cold dead sweat all couerde ouer thinke What thornie thoughts will then distract thy braine How many Cups of Sorrow thou wilt drinke And sad repentance when thou shalt behold Thy sinnes as in a Catalogue inrold 109 What then will pleasure and commodities Of this vaine world auaile thee Princes fauours Victorious conquests ' gainst thine enemies In office great and by thy owne endeuours Thy Children Kinsfolkes in abundance left When thou poore soule shalt be of all bereft 110 Imagine thou wast euen now to die For so thou art for ought that thou canst tell And then examine whether nothing lie Heauy vpon thy guiltie conscience well From all impartialitie be free Then thinke each bell that toles toles out for thee 111 Vse but the selfe-same diligence thou wouldst In case thy body were infirme and ill For thy soules health as reason good thou shouldst Or for thy friends how many are there will Ride day and night nay venter their owne liues To saue a friends when for the soule none striues 112 Doth but a finger ake much more the head Or stomacke be distemperd straight we runne To a Phisition and recouered What diligence those meates and drinkes to shunne Procuring such infirmitie we vse But proferd Phisick for our soules refuse 113 Neglect th' anointed of our Lord nay spit The venome of our malice in the face Of Church authoritie and slander it To make our owne disorders no disgrace And ioy to spie a fault where there is none In one of them to mitigate our owne 114 We thinke all cost too little we bestow Vpon our selues the greatest enemy We haue to hasten our owne ouerthrow But poore halfe staruen mendicants deny A slenderalmes or if some few we giue Thinke it sufficient how so ere we liue 115 A certaine good religious Prince being aske By one of his a carelesse Courtier why From his delights he so himselfe had taste And did not spend his dayes in Iollitie As others did to whom he little said But by example thus his answers made 116 First placing him vpon a rotten chaire Hung vp in cords and vnderneath a fire Ouer his head a naked sword a haire Supporting it then said learne to aspire And shew a cheerefull countenance and be Merry thy selfe as thou inuitest me 117 Who thus replyde my Lord can I reioyce Seeing the fatall period of my life Present with such varietie and choice Of casualties on euery side me rife A rotten seat a fire vnderneath A naked sword all threatning present death 118 Such is my case answer'd the Prince to him My bodie weake and doth each moment waste Hell vnderneath the recompence of sinne The sword of Iustice ouer me is plac't These are the motiues why I doe retire Death iudgement heauen and hels eternall fire 119 O foolish man that neuer wilt impose An end vnto thy follies yet canst say Vnto thy selfe in priuate only those Shall smile in death who neuer ran that way Then wrong not so thy iudgement as to doe What thine owne conscience pleads thee guilty to 120 But some the better to aduance their folly Discourse of death and they reply you le put Me straight into a fit of Melancholy Flinging away in anger or else shut Their eares and wish you alter your discourse Or basely iest you out on 't which is worse 121 Others not only grumble when they heare Of death but if you chance to bring their age In question though perhaps they be not neere Gray haires will enter strait into a rage Challenge your breeding nothing else disgest But their owne commendations merit least 122 These are the carelesse crew of Libertines Spending their dayes in sensualitie Hauing no other end in their designes Of whom thus holy Iob doth prophesie Amidst their pleasures and delights they dwell And in a moment are thrust downe to hell 123 O fearefull sentence able to awake A sinne sicke soule though nere so fast asleepe Cause the religious Anchoret to quake And euery minute his pale visage steepe With brinish teares sinne only life and death Are separated with a little breath 124 Authore incognito THreescore and ten the life and age of man In holy Dauids eye was but a span And halfe that time is lost and spent in sleepe So only thirty fiue for vse we keepe Our dayes of youth must be abated all Childhood and youth wise Salomon doth call But vanitie for vanitie he sayes Is what befals vs in our childish dayes Our dayes of age we take no pleasure in And those of sorrow wish had neuer bin So age deducted youth and sleepe and sorrow Only one span is all the life we borrow 125 What can the World aduance vs though we should Be numberd amongst those cald fortunate We are but cast within the finer mould And made more brickell greatnesse of estate Doth but augment our cares preferment winne Of popular applause which nurtures sinne 126 And puffes thee vp like to a windie bladder Tost in the ayrie Element of fame So by degrees thou climst the fatall Ladder Making thy fall the greater and thy shame O feele thy pulse the horologue of time Which doth each minute more or lesse very fine 127 Industrious nature hath not beene so free In her indowments thou shouldst be so proud Allotting euery liuing thing but thee Wherewith they may defend themselues and shrowd Their nakednesse man only left to reason Which once infringde he 's guilty of high treason 128 When hellish thoughts thy easie yeelding will Transport for profit or for pleasures sake Without reflection be it good or ill Iust or vniust that thou dost vndertake Reflect

the rape 177 When Dauid felt his bosome swell with pride A man according vnto Gods owne heart Thus he began himselfe himselfe to chide Dost thou not know poore creature what thou art Naked thou camst into the world with paine From whence thou naked shall returne againe 178 Philip a King of Macedon we reade With this inscription daily was saluted Leauing his lodgings that he might take heed The better what with his great weaknesse shuted Remember man that thou art mortall still To subiugate a Refractorie will 179 Great Chrales sed fifteene beggers euery day With his owne hands an antidote for pride Which spectacle would Princes duly lay Before their eyes so many would not guide The Sterne of State so Imperiously but know The debt is equall that we mortals owe. 180 Henry the Second King of France was slaine With one poore spill flew from a broken speare In th' hight of triumphs caus'd to entertaine His Daughters Nuptiall when he least did feare Deaths fierce assault who finds as many doores To enter in as we haue nerues and pores 181 Tarquin was merry when a small fish bone Stucke in his throat and choakt him so we reade Of Fabius with one small haire alone Swallow'd in milke was instantly found dead Set these sad spectacles before thine eye And let thy foule misdeeds before thee die 182 Time past thou canst not properly call thine Of that to come thou hast least certaintie Not sure to liue one minute so in fine Amidst of all thy iouiallitie One only point of nimble footed time Is all thou hast to bragge on or call thine 183 How many goe vnto their quiet rest In perfect health of bodie and of minde Resolu'd to be the next day at some feast Or merriment expecting there to find All things that may administer delight Who disappointed are by death that night 184 The ioyfull Bridegroome to the Church repaires With his faire Mistris brighter then the Sunne And for no cost that may delight her spares Proud of the prize with difficulty wonne Who liue not both although together wed To taste the pleasures they imagined 185 The greedie griping Purchaser oft times Giues earnest for the soyle he neere enioyes And he that plants the Vineyard prunes the Vines All his endeuours totally imployes To see it flourish neither tastes the wine Nor eates the grapes for which he spent his time 186 The Clyents fees the Lawyer pleads the cause Rests with the Iudge in his most priuate brest For good or bad successe as he doth pause Vpon the matter death doth him arrest Tels him the verdict vnder hand and seale Against himselfe is past without repeale 187 Nugamur mortemque procul procul esse putamus At medijs latet haec abdita visceribus Scilicet ex illa qua primum nascimur hora Prorepunt iuncto vitaque morsque pede Partem aliquam furtim qua se metitur ipsa De vitae filo quelibet hora rapit Paulatim morimur momento extinguimur vno Vt lampas olco deficiente perit 188 We trifle as if death were nothing nie When it doth lurking in our bowels lie For hand in hand from our first houres birth Death walkes withlife to qualifie our mirth Stealing each minute though perceiu'd by none Part of lifes clue to lengthen out her owne So by degrees we in a moment die As when a Lampe for want of oyle growes drie 189 The Deuill casts such mists before our eyes That what is neerest we thinke farthest of Beliefe soone enters where desire lies Which makes vs looke on Funerals and laffe Although we see our fellowes daily die Promise vnto our selues eternitie 190 Obiecting what caus'd this what that mans death Who else had liued many a faire yeare Reflecting not we draw the selfe-same breath And lyable to those mishaps they weare Nor that the yong sheepe commeth from the fold As soone vnto the slaughter as the old 191 A thiefe condemn'd to die although he goe Vnto the place where he must suffer death Farther then doth his fellowes or more slow Knowes he must die and his protracted breath But multiplies his miseries well knowing Though he goe nere so slowly yet he 's going 192 And when thou waking liest in thy bed How often dost thou heare the passing bell For some departing soule not fully dead Perchance some friend thou louedst deerely well With whom not long before thou oft hadst bin Copartner in some execrable sin 193 When discontents our vexed soules oppresse We value it a happinesse no more To breath this loathsome ayre forgot no lesse Forward in folly then we were before Only those freely may reioyce in death Who with content drew discontented breath 194 How many brought to vse the common phrase During this momentary Pilgrimage Euen to deaths doore returning in a maze Make holy vowes to heauen and engage Their soules for true performance which within One moneths forgot as no such thing had bin 195 Sea-faringmen with timerous passengers Who saile within an inch of death each houre When Neptune rores th' frighted soules deters How Saint like will they out petitions power But calme the waues becomming smooth and euen Drinke drunke and sweare as they 'd pull God from heauen 196 How penitent how humble and submisse A sicknesse shaken sinner thou shalt see That one would sweare he nere would doe amisse Againe for all the world recouer'd hee Sooner forgets it then a childe the rod And violates his plighted troth to God 197 Thrice happy soules who only liue to breath The little time of innocencie forth Whose harmelesse thoughts did euer saile beneath The knowledge of the base worlds little worth He that is borne to day and dies to morrow Looseth some houres of ioy but moneths of sorrow 198 Had Pryam dy'd before the walls of Troy Dismantled weare or Paris Helene scene He had gone to his Sepulchre with ioy Old Hecuba beene buried a Queene Anchises need not to haue sought a shore T'interre his bodie had he dy'd before 199 Doe not we daily heauen importune Though indirectly through a vaine delusion And greedie appetite for wealth which soone Becomes the Author of our owne confusion The humble Cottage pouertie doth guard Nor stands in need of either watch or ward 200 Who would not be a second Cicero Or sweet tongu'd Ouid or Demosthenes Whose too much worth wrought their owne ouer-throw Sick men desire what 's worst for their disease Then death there 's nothing we can lesse endure Yet wish those things which our own deaths procure 201 Preheminencie is but enuies pray Be it in wealth wit beautie eloquence To want pride lust ambition making way ' Gainst which there is no bulwarke of defence Nature nere fram'd an excellence so great Death could not studie some way to defeat 202 T is strange to see what stratagems men vse To propagate decaying Families When nature doth her common helpes refuse By rebaptizing their lost progenies Their names entayling for