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	part_n	5,356	5	4.4664	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37524	The royal garland of love and delight containing the lives of sundry kings, queens, and princes : with other love songs and sonnets full of delight / by T.D. ; whereunto is added a rare new sonnet of the restauration of our royal soveragn [sic] Charles the Second.	Deloney, Thomas, 1543?-1600.	1674 (1674)	Wing D967; ESTC R33445	8,158	25

THE ROYAL GARLAND Of Love and Delight Containing the lives of sundry Kings Queens and Princes With other Love Songs and Sonnets full of Delight By T. D. Whereunto is added a rare new Sonnet of the Restauration of our Royal Soveragn Charles the Second 1674. LONDON Printed by E. C. for W. T. and are to be sold by John Hose over against Staple Inn in Holbourn 1674 THE ROYAL GARLAND OF LOVE and DELIGHT The Life and Death of Lady Rosamond King Henry the seconds Concubine Tune of Flying Fame WHen as King Henry rul'd this Land the second of that name Besides the Quéen he dearly lov'd a fair and comely Dame Most péerless was her beauty found her favour and her face A swéeter creature in the world did never Prince imbrace Her crimson locks like threads of gold appear'd to each mans sight Her comely eyes like orient Pearls did cast a heavenly light The blood within her Cristal Chéeks did such a colour drive As though the Lilly and the Rose for mastership did strive Yea Rosamond fair Rosamond her name was called so To whom Dame Elenor our Quéen was known a deadly foe The King therefore for her defence against the furious Quéen At Woodstock builded such a bower the like was never séen Most curiously that bower was built of stone and timber strong A hundred and fifty doors there did unto that Bower belong And for his love and Ladyes sake that was so fair and bright The kéeping of that bower he gave unto a valiant Knight For why the Kings ungracious son whom he did high advance Against his Father raised war within the Realm of France But now before our comely King the English Land forsook Of Rosamond his Lady fair his farewell thus he took My Rosamond the only Rose that pleaseth best mine eye The fairest Rose in all the world to please my phantasie The flower of my affected heart whose swéetness doth excell My Royal Rose an hundred times I bid thée now farewell When Rosamond that Lady bright did hear the King say so The sorrow of her grieved heart her countenance did show For from her clear and christial eyes the tears gusht out apace Which like a silver pearled dew ran down her comely face So falling down all in a swound before King Henries face Full oft within his Princly arms he did her corps imbrace And twenty times with watry eyes he kist her terde chéek Vntill she had reviv'd again her senses mild and méek Why grieves my Rose my dearest Rose the King did often say Because quoth she to bloody wars my Lord must part away But sith you go to foraign Lands let me your Target bear That on my brest the blow might light that should annoy you there Or let me in your Royal Tent prepare your bed at night And with swéet baths refresh your Grace at your return from fight So I your presence may enjoy no toyl I will rifuse But wanting you my life is death which ●oth true love abuse Content thy self my dearest friend thy rest at home shall be In Englands swéet and pleasant soyl for traveil fits not thée Fair Ladyes brook not bloody wars sweet peace their pleasure bréed The nourisher of hearts content which fancy first did féed My Rose shall rest at Wodstock Bower with Musick swéet delight Whilst I among the piercing Pikes against my foes do fight And you Sir Thomas whom I trust to be my Loves defence Be careful of my Royal Rose when I am parted hence And at their parting well they might in heart be grieved sore After that day fair Rosamond the King did see no more For when his Grace had past the Seas and into France was gone Queen Elinor with envious heart to Wodstock came anon And forth she calls the trusty Knight that kept this curious Bower Who with a clew of twined thread came from this famous flower And when that they had wounded him the Queen the thread did get And came where Lady Rosamond was like an Angel set Cast of these robes from thée she said that rich and costly be And drink thou up this deadly draught which I have brought for thée Then presently upon her knees fair Rosamond did fall And pardon of the Queen she beg'd for her offences all And with the same her lilly hands she wrung full often there And down along her lovely chéeks procéeded many a tear But nothing could this furious Quéen therewith appeased be The Cup of deadly poyson fil'd as she sate on her knée She gave this comely Dame to drink who took it in her hand And from her bended knées arose and on her feet did stand And casting up her eyes to Heaven she did for mercy call And drinking up the Poyson then her life she lost withal And when that death through every part had done his greatest spight Her chief foes did there confess she was a glorious wight Her body then they did entomb when life was fled away At God stow near to Oxford Town as may be seen this day A woful Lamentation of Queen Elinor THrice woe is me unhappy Quéen thus to offend my Princly Lord My foul offences too plainly séen and of good people much abhord I must confe●s my fault it was These bloody wars came thus to pass My jealous mind hath wrought my wo let all good Ladyes shun mistrust My envy wrought my overthrow by malice most unjust My sons did seek their Fathe●s life By bloody wars and cruel strife But that which most torments my mind and makes my grieved heart complain As for to think that most unkind I brought my self in such disdain That now the King cannot abide I should be lodged by his side Full sixtéen winters have I béen in Prison in a Dungeon déep Whereby my joyes are wasted clean Where my poor eyes have learnt to wéep And never shall I see him more Whose absence grieves my heartfull sore Too much indéed I must confess I did abuse his Royal Grace And by my great maliciousness his wrong I wrought in every place And thus his Love I turn'd too late Swéet Rosamond that was so fair out of our curious Bower I brought A poisoned Cup I gave her there whereby her death was quickly wrought The which I did with all despight Because she was the Kings delight Thus sorely did the Queen lament Her former deeds for to repent On the death of King IOHN who was poisoned by a Monk Tune of Fortune my foe A Treacherous déed I shall you tell Which on King Iohn upon a sudden fell To Lincolnshire proceeding on his way At Swinstead Abbey one whole night he lay Great Chear they made to his Royal Grace While he remained a Guest in that place There did the King himself in safety think But there the King receiv'd his latest drink A flat fac'd Monk came with a glossing tale To give the King a Cup of spiced Ale A deadlier Draught was never offered man Yet this false