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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	body_n	great_a	soul_n	12,147	5	5.0848	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A35858	A dialogue between a blind-man and death	Standfast, Richard, 1608?-1684.	1686 (1686)	Wing D1291; ESTC R184577	3,923	1

A DIALOGUE Between a Blind-Man and Death Blind-Man The more men see the less they do enquire The worse they see the more they do desire Others to grant what Blindness cannot give And for Intelligence grow inquisitive They ask to be inform'd who cannot see I know 't by sad experience Wo is me Death Where are you Sir What sitting all alone I did suppose 't was you by that sad moan Coming this way to gather what 's my due I thought it not amiss to call on you Blind-Man I do not know that voice 't is sure some Stranger And by his words he seemes to bode me danger Death You guess aright Sir and before I go I 'll make you know me whether you will or no. Blind-Man Why what are you Pray tell me what 's your Name And what 's your bus'ness and from whence you came Death I will declare what no man can deny There 's none so great a Traveller as I Yet you must know I am no wandring Rover For my Dominion lies the World all over I march through Court and Country Town and City I know not how to fear nor how to pity The highest Cedar and the lowest Flower Sooner or later do both feel my Power The mightiest Emperour doth submit to me Nor is the poorest tatter'd Beggar free In Peace I glean here one and there another Sometimes I sweep whole streets both one and t'other In time of War thus much I can divine Whoever gets the day the Triumph's mine I am a potent and a high Commander 'T was I that conquer'd the Great Alexander Though mighty Nations under 's foot he trod And had th' Ambition to be thought a God Yet after all the Victories he had won I made him know he was but Philip's Son Were you Goli●●h great or Sampson-strong Were you as wise as rich as Solomon Were you as Nestor Old as Infant Young Had you the fairest Cheeck the sweetest Tongue Yet you must stoop all these will nought avail For my Arrest does not admit of Bail And to deal plainly Sir my name is Death And 't is my bus'ness to demand your Breath Blind-Man My Breath and Life shall both go out together Death And on that Errand 't was that I came hither I 'll have both Breath and Life without delay You must and shall dispatch come come away Blind-Man What need such Posting haste Pray Change your mind 'T is a poor Conquest to surprise the Blind Death You may not call it Posting nor Surprise For you had warning when you lost your Eyes Nor could you hope your House could long be free After the Windows were possest by me Blind-Man But Life is sweet and who 'ld not if he might Have a long day before he bid good Night O spare me yet awhile slight not my Tears Death Hard Hearts and hungry Bellies have no Ears Blind-Man I am not yet quite ready for the Table Death All 's one to me I am inexorable Blind-Man Yet by your favour I may step aside Death Be not deceiv'd for 't is in vain to hide My forces are dispersed through all places And act for me without respect of Faces I have a Thousand ways to shorten Life Besides a Rapier Pistol Sword or Knife A Fly a Hair a splinter of a Thorn A little Scratch the cutting of a Corn Have sometimes done my bus'ness heretofore So to the full that I need wish no more Should all these fail enough of humours lurk Within your Body Sir to do my work Blind-Man Well then let some one run to my Physitian Tell him I want his aid in this Condition Death Run Boy and fetch him call th' whole Colledge do For I intend to have them shortly too I value not their Portions and their Pills Nor all the Cordials in the Doctors Bills When my time 's come let them do what they can I 'll have my due so vain a thing is man Should Gallen and Hippocrates both joyn And Paracelsus too with them Combine Let them all meet to Countermand my strength Yet shall they be my Prisoners at length I grant that Men of Learning Worth and Art May have the better of me at the Start But in long Running they 'll give out and tire And quit the field and leave me my des●●● As for those Quacks that threaten to 〈◊〉 me They are my Friends and speed some Patients to me Blind-Man Well If I must I 'll yeild to you the day T is so Enacted and I must Obey Henceforth I count my self among you 〈…〉 rs For 't is I see the measure of my Bett 〈…〉 But tell me now when did your Power 〈…〉 ce Death My Power began from Adam's first Off●nce Blind-Man From Adam's first Offence O base beg●ning Whose very first Original was Sinning Death My Rising did from Adam's Fail begin And ever since my strength and sting's 〈◊〉 Sin Blind-Man To know wherein the Enemies strength doth lie In my Conceit is half a Victory Have you Commission now for what you do Death I have Commission what 's all this to you● Blind-Man Yes very much for now I understand I am not totally at your command My Life 's at his who gave you this Commision To him I 'll therefore make with my Petition I 'll Seek his Love and on his Mercy trust And when my Sins are pardon'd do your worst Death That you may know how far my Power exterds I will divorce you from your dearest Friends You shall resign your Jewels Money Plate Your Earthly Joyes shall all be out of date I will deprive you of your dainty fare I 'll strip you to the skin naked and bare Linnen or Woolen you shall have to wind y 〈…〉 As for the rest all must be left behind y 〈…〉 Bound hand and foot I 'll bring you to my D●●● Where constant dreadfull Darkness reigns and then Your only Dwelling-house shall be a Cave Your Lodging-Room a little narrow Grave A Chest your Closet and a Sheet your Dress And your Companions Worms and Rottenness Blind-Man If this be all the mischief you can do Your Harbingers deserve more dread than you Diseases are your Harbingers I 'm sure Many of which 't is grievous to endure But when once dead I shall not then Complain Of Cold or Hunger Poverty or Pain Death There 's one thing more which here to mind I call When once I come then come I once for all And when my stroke doth Soul and Body sever What 's left undone must be undone for ever Blind-Man That 's a great Truth and I have learnt to know That there 's no working in the Grave below To be before hand therefore I will try That then I may have nought to do but dye But tell me Sir do all men dye alike Death To me they do for whom God bids I strike Look how the Foolish dye so dye the Wise As do the Righteous so the Sinner dyes There 's afterwards a difference though 't is