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	sin_n	23,098	5	4.9745	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00948	Christs victorie, and triumph in Heauen, and earth, ouer, and after death	Fletcher, Giles, 1588?-1623.	1610 (1610)	STC 11058; ESTC S117620	44,567	108

puddles guild in which their beauties shine 7 Who doth not see drown'd in Deucalions name When earth his men and sea had lost his shore Old Noah and in Nisus lock the fame Of Sampson yet aliue and long before In Phaethons mine owne fall I deplore But he that conquer'd hell to fetch againe His virgin widowe by a serpent slaine Another Orpheus was then dreaming poets feigne 8 That taught the stones to melt for passion And dormant sea to heare him silent lie And at his voice the watrie nation To flocke as if they deem'd it cheape to buy With their owne deaths his sacred harmonie The while the waues stood still to heare his song And steadie shore wau'd with the reeling throng Of thirstie soules that hung vpon his fluent tongue 9 What better friendship then to couer shame What greater loue then for a friend to die Yet this is better to asself the blame And this is greater for an enemie But more then this to die not suddenly Not with some common death or easie paine But slowely and with torments to be slaine O depth without a depth farre better seene then saine 10 And yet the Sonne is humbled for the Slaue And yet the Slaue is proude before the Sonne Yet the Creator for his creature gaue Himselfe and yet the creature hasts to runne From his Creator and self-good doth shunne And yet the Prince and God himselfe doth crie To Man his Traitour pardon not to flie Yet Man his God and Traytour doth his Prince defie 11 Who is it sees not that he nothing is But he that nothing sees what weaker brest Since Adams Armour fail'd dares warrant his That made by God of all his creatures best Strait made himselfe the woorst of all the rest If any strength we haue it is to ill But all the good is Gods both pow'r and will The dead man cannot rise though he himselfe may kill 12 But let the thorny schools these punctualls Of wills all good or bad or neuter diss Such ioy we gained by our parentalls That good or bad whither I cannot wiss To call it a mishap or happy miss That fell from Eden and to heau'n did rise Albee the mitred Card'nall more did prize His part in Paris then his part in Paradise 13 A Tree was first the instrument of strife Whear Eue to sinne her soule did prostitute A Tree is now the instrument of life Though ill that trunke and this faire body suit Ah cursed tree and yet O blessed fruit That death to him this life to vs doth giue Strange is the cure when things past cure reviue And the Physitian dies to make his patient liue 14 Sweete Eden was the arbour of delight Yet in his hony flowr's our poyson blew Sad Gethseman the bowre of balefull night Whear Christ a health of poison for vs drewe Yet all our hony in that poyson grewe So we from sweetest flowr's could sucke our bane And Christ from bitter venome could againe Extract life out of death and pleasure out of paine 15 A Man was first the author of our fall A Man is now the author of our rise A Garden was the place we perisht all A Garden is the place he payes our price And the old Serpent with a newe deuise Hath found a way himselfe for to beguile So he that all men tangled in his wile ●s now by one man caught beguil'd with his owne guile 16 The dewie night had with her frostie shade Immant'led all the world and the stiffe ground Sparkled in yce onely the Lord that made All for himselfe himselfe dissolved found Sweat without heat and bled without a wound Of heau'n and earth and God and Man forlore Thrice begging helpe of those whose sinnes he bore And thrice denied of those not to denie had swore 17 Yet had he beene alone of God forsaken Or had his bodie beene imbroyl'd alone In fierce assault he might perhaps haue taken Some ioy in soule when all ioy els was gone But that with God and God to heau'n is flow'n And Hell it selfe out from her graue doth rise Black as the starles night and with them flies Yet blacker then they both the Sonne of blasphemies 18 As when the Planets with vnkind aspect Call from her caues the meager pestilence The sacred vapour eager to infect Obeyes the voyce of the sad influence And vomits vp a thousand noysome sents The well of life flaming his golden flood With the sicke ayre fevers the boyling blood And poisons all the bodie with contagious food 19 The bold Physitian too incautelous By those he cures himselfe is murdered Kindnes infects pitie is dangerous And the poore infant yet not fully bred Thear where he should be borne lies buried So the darke Prince from his infernall cell Casts vp his griesly Torturers of hell And whets them to revenge with this insulting spell 20 See how the world smiles in eternall peace While we the harmles brats and rustie throng Of Night our snakes in curles doe pranke and dresse Why sleepe our drouzie scorpions so long Whear is our wonted vertue to doe wrong Are we our selues or are we Graces growen The Sonnes of hell or heau'n was neuer knowne Our whips so ouer-moss't and brands so deadly blowne 21 O long desired neuer hop't for howre When our Tormentour shall our torments feele Arme arme your selues sad Dires of my pow'r And make our Iudge for pardon to vs kneele Slise launch dig teare him with your whips of steele My selfe in honour of so noble prize Will powre you reaking blood shed with the cries Of hastie heyres who their owne fathers sacrifice 22 With that a flood of poyson blacke as hell Out from his filthy gorge the beast did spue That all about his blessed bodie fell And thousand flaming serpents hissing flew About his soule from hellish sulphur threw And euery one brandisht his fierie tongue And woorming all about his soule they clung But he their stings tore out and to the ground them flung 23 So haue I seene a rocks heroique brest Against proud Neptune that his ruin threats When all his waues he hath to battle prest And with a thousand swelling billows beats The stubborne stone and foams and chafes and frets To heaue him from his root vnmooued stand And more in heapes the barking surges band The more in pieces beat flie weeping to the strand 24 So may wee oft a vent'rous father see To please his wanton sonne his onely ioy Coast all about to catch the roving bee And stung himselfe his busie hands employ To saue the honie for the gamesome boy Or from the snake her rank'rous teeth erace Making his child the toothles Serpent chace Or with his little hands her ●um'rous gorge embrace 25 Thus Christ himselfe to watch and sorrow giues While deaw'd in easie sleepe dead Peter lies Thus Man in his owne graue securely liues While Christ aliue with thousand horrours dies Yet more for theirs

greater be 32 How can such ioy as this want words to speake And yet what words can speake such ioy as this Far from the world that might their quiet breake Here the glad Soules the face of beauty kisse Powr'd out in pleasure on their beds of blisse And drunke with nectar torrents euer hold Their eyes on him whose graces manifold The more they doe behold the more they would behold 33 Their sight drinkes louely fires in at their eyes Their braine sweete incense with fine breath accloyes That on Gods sweating altar burning lies Their hungrie eares feede on their heau'nly noyse That Angels sing to tell their vntould ioyes Their vnderstanding naked Truth their wills The all and selfe-sufficient Goodnesse fills That nothing here is wanting but the want of ills 34 No Sorrowe nowe hangs clowding on their browe No bloodles Maladie empales their face No Age drops on their hayrs his siluer snowe No Nakednesse their bodies doeth embase No Pouertie themselues and theirs disgrace No feare of death the ioy of life deuours No vnchast sleepe their precious time deflowrs No losse no griefe no change waite on their winged hour's 35 But now their naked bodies skorne the cold And from their eyes ioy lookes and laughs at paine The Infant wonders how he came so old And old man how he came so young againe Still resting though from sleepe they stiil refraine Whear all are rich and yet no gold they owe And all are Kings and yet no Subiects knowe All full and yet no time on foode they doe bestowe 36 For things that passe are past and in this field The indeficient Spring no Winter feares The Trees together fruit and blossome yeild Th'vnfading Lilly leaues of siluer beares And crimson rose a skarlet garment weares And all of these on the Saints bodies growe Not as they woont on baser earth belowe Three riuers heer of milke and wine and honie flowe 37 About the holy Cittie rowles a flood Of moulten chrystall like a sea of glasse On which weake streame a strong foundation ●●ood Of liuing Diamounds the building 〈◊〉 That all things else besides it selfe did passe Her streetes in stead of stones the starres did paue And little pearles for dust it seem'd to haue On which soft-streaming Manna like pure snowe did ●… 38 In mid'st of this Citie coelestiall Wheat the eternall Temple should haue rose Light'ned th' Idea Beatificall End and beginning of each thing that growes Whose selfe no end nor yet beginning knowes That hath no eyes to see nor ears to heare Yet sees and heares and is all-eye all-eare That no wheat is contain'd and yet is euery whear 39 Changer of all things yet immutable Before and after all the first and last That moouing all is yet immoueable Great without quantitie in whose forecast Things past are present things to come are past Swift without motion to whose open eye The hearts of wicked men vnbrested lie At once absent and present to them farre and nigh 40 It is no flaming lustre made of light No sweet concent or well-tim'd harmonie Ambrosia for to feast the Appetite Or flowrie odour mixt with spicerie ●…o soft embrace or pleasure bodily And yet it is a kinde of inward feast A harmony that sounds within the brest ●…n odour light embrace in which the soule doth rest 41 A heav'nly feast no hunger can consume A light vnseene yet shines in euery place 〈◊〉 sound no time can steale a sweet perfume No windes can scatter an intire embrace That no satietie can ere vnlace Ingrac't into so ●igh a fauour thear The Saints with their Beaw-peers whole worlds out-wear And things vnseene doe see and things vnheard doe hear 42 Ye blessed soules growne richer by your spoile Whose losse though great is cause of greater gaines Here may your weary Spirits rest from toyle Spending your endlesse eav'ning that remaines Among those white flocks and celestiall traines That feed vpon their Sheapheards eyes and frame That heau'nly musique of so woondrous fame Psalming aloude the holy honours of his name 43 Had I a voice of steel to tune my song Wear euery verse as smoothly fil'd as glasse And euery member turned to a tongue And euery tongue wear made of sounding brasse Yet all that skill and all this strength alas Should it presume to guild wear misadvis'd The place wheat Dauid hath new songs devis'd As in his burning throne he sits emparadis'd 44 Most happie Prince whose eyes those starres behould Treading ours vnder feet now maist thou powre That ouerflowing skill whear with of ould Thou woont'st to combe rough speech now maist thou sho●… Fresh streames of praise vpon that holy bowre Which well we heaven call not that it rowles But that it is the hauen of our soules Most happie Prince whose ●ight so heav'nly ●ight be●… 45 Ah foolish Sheapheards that wear woont esteem Your God all rough and shaggy-hair'd to bee And yet farre wiser Sheapheards then ye deeme For who so poore though who so rich as hee When with vs hermiting in lowe degree He wash't his flocks in Iordans spotles tide And that his deere remembrance aie might bide Did to vs come and with vs liu'd and for vs di'd 46 But now so liuely colours did embeame His sparkling forehead and so shiny rayes Kindled his flaming locks that downe did streame In curies along his necke whear sweetly playes Singing his wounds of loue in sacred layes His deerest Spouse Spouse of the deerest Lover Knitting a thousand knots ouer and ouer And dying still for loue but they her still recover 47 Faire Egliset that at his eyes doth dresse Her glorious face those eyes from whence a● shed Infinite belamours wheat to expresse His loue high God all heav'n as captive leads And all the banners of his grace dispreads And in those windowes doth his armes englaze And on those eyes the Angels all doe gaze And from those eies the lights of heau'n do gleane their blaze 48 But let the Kentish lad that lately taught His oaten reed the trumpets siluer sound Young Thy●silis and for his musique brought The willing sphears from heav'n to lead a round Of dauncing Nymphs and Heards that sung and crown'd Eclectas hymen with ten thousand flowrs Of choycest prayse and hung her heav'nly bow'rs With saffron garlands drest for Nuptiall Paramours 49 Let his shrill trumpet with her siluer blast Of faire Eclecta and her Spousall bed Be the sweet pipe and smooth Encomiast But my greene Muse hiding her younger head Vnder old Chamus flaggy banks that spread Their willough locks abroad and all the day With their owne wa●ry shadowes wanton play Dares not those high amours and loue-sick songs assay 50 Impotent words weake sides that striue in vaine In vaine alas to tell so heau'nly sight So heav'nly sight as none can greater ●eigne Feigne what he can that seemes of greatest might Might any yet compare with Infinite Infinite sure those ioyes my words but light