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	hand_n	soul_n	5,920	5	4.8872	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03661	The doleful dance, and song of death; intituled, Dance after my pipe. To a pleasant new tune.	Hill, Thomas, fl. 1680.	1678-1681? (1681)	Wing H2014; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.7[499]	1,124	1

The doleful Dance and Song of Death Intituled Dance after my Pipe To a Pleasant New Tune CAn you dance the shaking of the sheets a dance that every one must do Can you trim it up with dainty sweets and every thing as longs thereto Make ready then your winding sheet And see how you can bestir your feet For death is the man that all must meet Bring away the Begger and the King and every man in hie degree Bring the old and youngest thing come all to death and follow me Thè Courtier with his lofty looks The Lawyer with his learned Books The Banker with his baiting-hooks Merchants have you made your Mart in France in Italy and all about Know you not that you and I must dance both out ●e●ls wrapt in a c●out What mean you to made your houses gay And I must tak● the Tenant away And dig for your sakes the clods of clay Think you on the solemn Sizes past how suddenly in Oxfordshire I came and made the Judges all agast and Justices that di● appear And took both Bell and Baram away And many a worthy man th●● day And all their bodies brought to clay Think you that I dare not come to Schools where all the cunning Clerks be most Take I not always both wise and fools and am I not in every Coast Assure your selves no creature can Make death affraid of any man Or know my coming where or when where be they that make their Leases strong and joyn about them land to land Do you make account to live so long to have the world come to your hand No foolish nowle for all thy pence Full soon thy soul must needs go hence Then who shall toyl for thy defence And you that lean on your Ladies laps and lay your heads upon their knee Think you for to play with beautious paps and not to come and dance with me No fair Lords and Ladies all I will make you come when I do call And find you a Pipe to dance withal And you that are busie-headed fools to bubble of a pelting straw Know you not that I have ready tools to cut you from your crafty Law And you that safely buy and sell And think you make your Markets well Must dance with death wheresoe're you dwel Pride must have a pretty sheet I see for properly she loves to dance Come away my wanton Wench to me as gallantly as your eye can glance And all good fellows that flash and swash In reds and yellows of revel dash I warrant you need not be so rash For I can quickly cool you all how hot or stout so e're you be Both high and low beth great and small I naught do sear your high degree The Ladies fair the Beldams old The Champion stout the Souldier bold Must all with me to earthly mold Therefore take time while it is lent prepare with me your selves to dance Forget me not your lives lament I come oftentimes by sudden chance Be ready therefore watch and pray That when my Minstrel pipe doth play You may to Heaven dance the way FINIS