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	hell_n	sin_n	6,037	5	4.6569	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03786	Egypts favorite The historie of Ioseph, divided into foure parts: 1. Iosephus in puteo: or, the vnfortunate brother. 2. Iosephus in gremio: or, the chaste courtier. 3. Iosephus in carcere: or, the innocent prisoner. 4. Iosephus in summo: or, the noble favorite. Together with old Israels progresse into the land of Goshen. By Francis Hubert, Knight, and sometime one of the six clarkes of his Maiesties High Court of Chancerie.	Hubert, Francis, Sir, d. 1629.	1631 (1631)	STC 13903; ESTC S104272	40,316	129

cold 33 And why should'st thou not colour thy desire Since thou hast learn'd to colour head and face Which are indeed but Beakons set on fire To giue vs wa●ning if we had the grace 34 To apprehendi● o● thy foes arriving Old age a●d time which are thy greatest foes Gainst whom thou and thy Boxes will be striving But striu'st in vaine thou canst not conquer those 35 For Age will seize thy colours in the field Thy youths faire colours being red and white That great Commander Time wil make thee yeeld And forreine aydes will fayle thee in the fight 36 But whither dost thou stray my wandring Muse I doe not thinke that in those ancient times Though women could their husbands then abuse They vvere not guiltie yet of these new crimes 37 But then it was I hope not now the guise To make all meanes answere vnto their ends O●r age breeds fooles the women then were vvise And had and kept and vs'd their private friends 38 But O you vertuous and vnspotted Dames That now are tv'd with Hymens golden chaine Whose holy thoughts ne'r dream't of vnchaste flames But truly louing are so lou'd againe 39 Who as that worthy Romane Lady sayd Doe know no other but your husbands breath True Turtles Virgine vviues that never stray'd From wayes of life into the paths of death 40 Frowne not vpon my Muse and her free Song Nor cast into the Vrne a coale-blacke stone Your Vertue is your owne Nor is 't a wrong To blaze the errours of one faultie one 41 Let her vnchastnesse serue but as a foyle To make your constant vertue shine the more Some vveeds will grow eu'n in the richest soyle Nor doe we prize the same the lesse therefore 42 Then on my Muse and feare not to relate Those songs of death vvhich this faire Siren sung Poore Ioseph once betrayd by too much hate Now too much loue I feare will doe thee vvron 43 For on a ●ay ●he servants all being out By acci●ent or purpose sent away But ●●re it was her wit brought it about The Lady on her Day-bed slumbring lay 44 And as she wish'd this Ebrew had accesse The house was voyd and all things did conspire To make her set abroach her filthinesse Ioseph quoth shee approach and quench my fire 45 I must confesse I loue thee and no longer Can this my passion hide from thee my Loue De●erre not gentle youth thou shouldst be stronger In thy desires being Man for Men must moue 46 Come lye thee downe and hug me in thine armes With that the clothes that covered the bed Shee cast aside and then displayd such charmes As would haue rays'd a man eu'n almost dead 47 Feare not soft youth for here are none but we Lust-blinded vvoman thou art much awry An eye standing vpon a staffe doth see The Embl●m of his knowledge is the eye 48 And of his power the staffe He sees thee well And he will strike thee too vvi●h his strong arme The shapelesse vnseene Deu'll the Prince of hell Stands by thee too and prompts thee to thy harme 49 And thine owne Conscience is a witnesse now And will in time ●e a tormentor too But all respects remou'd shee labours how To compasse that vvhich shee resolu'd to doe 50 And therefore thus continues her blacke spell Ioseph faire Ioseph thou hast stolne my heart Heartlesse I cannot liue Sweet v●e me well 'T is shee that begs that might command in part 51 This ycie youth when thus he heard her speake Lookes pale for sorrow like a man halfe dead And with a sigh as if his heart would brea●e Bashfully modest thus to her he sayd 52 Madam you are a wise and vertuous woman And know vvhat 't is to breake a sacred trust This vnment Parley which you now do● summon Must trie if to my Lord I will proue iust 53 Your selfe except deare Lady what is his But ● may freely v●e it as mine owne And sh●● is thine too seale it with a kisse 'T is strange a youth of flesh should be a stone 54 Milk-sop what ' dost thou feare Here 's none can see Or say they should there 's none that dare r●late Great Lords haue sought what 's freely offred thee And w●●h some hazard would be glad to haue 't 55 The pride of Egypts Court I haue withstood And am est●em'd a chaste and modest D●me To thee 〈◊〉 prost●tute my blood And shall I be deny'd Fie boy for shame 56 Collect thy spirits wrong not thy Countrey so Doth Palestine ●aire Eunches onely breed Are Canaans childrens bodies made of snow Or vpon Agnus castus doe they feed 57 Without all doubt thy father was not such When he made loue vnto his louely Pheere Thou wrongst both ours thine own sex too much But most of all thou wrongst thy selfe my deere 58 By Heau'n I doe not speake to sift thy faith There is more fire more passion in my speech Grant me thy loue and presently she saith Yet once againe I humbly thee beseech 59 Or by th'Egyptian Gods and then she swore As forcing her she would an out-cry make Shee lou'd him much but she should hate him more If now her profer'd fauours he forsake 60 Still mute he stands nor doth one signe expresse That might giue comfort to her foule desire Still grew shee hotter from his backwardnesse Deniall like a bellowes blowes the fire 61 Yet finding Man and Youth speake in his blood Rebellious thoughts to vvhich he was not vsed And that her words grew not to be withstood They were with so much loue and sting ●ffused 62 First he betakes himselfe vnto his God Shall I quoth he offend that dreadfull Power That whips all sinners with a steely rod Whose wrath like flaming fire doth all devoure 63 O could I act this ill without his sight I might be drawne to hazard this sweet sinne Or say he saw it vvere he not of might To plague me for 't I might offend therein 64 Or both to grant his knowledge and his might Were I not sure it vvere against his will The pleasing taste of such a deare delight Might easely vvorke me to commit this ill 65 But O faire Dame I know my God too vvell Too well so to prouoke him to my death My death of soule and body both in hell In hell vvhere there 's no ease nor end of breath 66 And with this point he breaks the dangerous thrust And could we all be drawne vnto this vvard Without all doubt vve should haue little lust To rush so into sinne without regard 67 But O the present pleasure of the sense Is such a Pulley to draw on consent That vve are hurryed head-long to th' offence And neuer thinke on following punishment 68 And that same soule vnto the left hand leanes Or rather vvith full pace doth thither bend That in the quest of good neglects the meanes And in the acts of ill forgets the End 69 Besides this first safe locke