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	life_n	live_v	16,011	5	5.7849	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11612	Daiphantus, or the passions of loue Comicall to reade, but tragicall to act: as full of wit, as experience. By An. Sc. gentleman. Wherevnto is added, The passionate mans pilgrimage.	Scoloker, Anthony, fl. 1604.; Raleigh, Walter, Sir, 1552?-1618. aut; Raleigh, Walter, Sir, 1552?-1618. Passionate mans pilgrimage. aut	1604 (1604)	STC 21853; ESTC S102605	19,845	52

to the 3 4 last most louingly 4 His tongue kind thankes first to the last did render The while his lookes were bent indifferently Thus he salutes all to increase his Blisses From lip to lip each Ladie now he kisses Ismenio in humble wise salutes he With gracious language he returnes his heart His words so sweetly to his tongue now sutes he As what he spake shew'd learning with good Art Ismenio pleasde Daiphantus Daiphantus all When loue gaines loue for loue this loue we cal Vrania now bethought what was protested By yong Ismenio at Dianas shrine Coniur'd Daiphantus That no more he Iested With Loue or Fancie for they were Diuine And if he did that there they all would pray He still might liue in loue both night and day This greeu'd him much but follie t was to grieue His now obedience shew'd his owne freewill He swore he would not loue in shewe atchieue But liue a virgin chast and spotlesse still Which saide such Musicke suddenly delighted As all were rauisht and yet all affrighted Here parted all not without Ioy and sadnes Some wept some smilde a world it was to here them Both springs heere met woe heere was cloath'd with gladnes Heauen was their comfort it alone did cheere them Daiphantus from these springs some fruit did gather Experience is an Infant though an ancient father Sweet Lady know the soule lookes through our eye-sights Content liues not in shewes or beauty seeing Peace not from nomber nor strength in high spirits Ioy dies with vertue yet liues in vertues being Beautie is maskt where vertue is not hidden Man still desires that fruite he 's most forbidden Iewels for Vertue not for beautie prizde What 's sildome seen breeds wonder we admir'de it Kings Lines are rare and therefore well aduiz'de Wise-men not often talke Fooles still desire it Womē are books kept close they hold much treasure Vnclaspt sweet ills most woe lies hid in pleasure Who studies Arts alike can he proue Doctor Who surfets hardly liues Drunkards recouer Whose wils his law that cōscience needs no Proctor Whē men turn beasts looke there for briutish Louers Those eies are pore-blind looke equally on any Thought be a vertue to hinder one by many Who gains by trauel leese lordships for their Manors Must Tarquin-rauish some Hell on that glory Whose life 's in Healths death soonest gains those Banors Lust still is punisht though treason write the storie A rowling eye A Globe new worlds discouer Who still wheels round is But a damned Louer Doth Faith and Troth lye Bathing Is Lust pleasure Can Commons be as sweete as Land inclos'd Then virgin sinne may well be counted pleasure Where such Lords rule who liues not ill dispos'd True Loue 's a Phoenix but One vntill it dyes Lust is a Cockatrice in all but in her eyes Here did he end more blessed than his wishes Fame's at the high when Loue indights the Story The priuate life brings with it heauenly blisses Sweete Contemplation much increaseth glorie I le leaue him to the learning of Loues Spell Better part friends than follow Feends to hell Ismenio with Vitullia went together Perhaps both wounded with blinde Cupids Dart Yet dust they not relate their Loue to either Loue if once pittied pearceth to the Hart But sure Vitullia is so faire a Marke Cupid would court her though but by the darke Artesia she must goe the more she 's grieu'd To churlish Strymon her adopted Mate Cupid though blind yet pittied and relieu'd This modest Lady with some happie Fate For what but Vertue which doth all good nourish Could brook her fortunes much lesse loue cherish Eurialae with good Vrania stayd ' VVhere Vertue dwels they onely had their being Beauty and wit still feare are not dismayd For where they dwell Loue euer will be prying These two were one All good each could impart One was their Fortune and one was their heart Beautie and Vertue was true Friend to either Heauen is the spheare where all men seeke for glorie Earth is the Graue where sinners ioyne together Hell keepes the booke inrowles each lustfull storie Liue as we will death makes of all conclusion Die then to liue or life is thy confusion ' Beautie and wit in these fed on affection ' Labour and industry were their Twins of life ' Loue and true Bounty were in their subiction ' Their Bodies with their spirits had no strife Such were these two As grace did them defend Such are these two As with these two I end FINIS Non Amori sed Virtuti The Passionate mans Pilgrimage supposed to be written by one at the point of death GIue me my Scallop shell of quiet My staffe of Faith to walke vpon My Scrip of Ioy Immortall diet My bottle of saluation My Gowne of Glory hopes true gage And thus I le take my pilgrimage Blood must be my bodies balmer No other balme will there be giuen Whilst my soule like a white Palmer Trauels to the land of heauen Ouer the siluer mountaines Where spring the Nectar fountaines And there I le kisse The Bowle of blisse And drinke my eternall fill On euery milken hill My soule will be a drie before But after it will nere thirst more And by the happie blisfull way More peacefull Pilgrims I shall see That haue shooke off their gownes of clay And goe appareld fresh like mee I le bring them first To slake their thirst And then to tast those Nectar suckets At the cleare wells Where sweetnes dwells Drawne vp by Saints in Christall buckets And when our bottles and all we Are fild with immortalitie Then the holy paths wee le trauell Strewde with Rubies thicke as grauell Seelings of Diamonds Saphire floores High walles of Corall and Pearle Bowres From thence to heauens Bribeles hall Where no corrupted voyces brall No Conscience molten into gold Nor forg'd accusers bought and sold No cause deferd nor vaine spent Iorney For there Christ is the Kings Atturney VVho pleades for all without degrees And he hath Angells but no fees VVhen the grand twelue million Iury Of our sinnes and sinfull fury Gainst our soules blacke verdicts giue Christ pleades his death and then we liue Be thou my speaker taintles pleader Vnblotted Lawyer true proceeder Thou mouest saluation euen for almes Not with a bribed Lawyers palmes And this is my eternall plea To him that made Heauen Earth and Sea Seeing my flesh must die so soone And want a head to dine next noone Iust at the stroke when my vaines start and spred Set on my soule an euerlasting head Then am I readie like a palmer fit To tread those blest paths which before I writ FINIS