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	soul_n	52,626	5	5.6856	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18771	Beawtie dishonoured vvritten vnder the title of Shores wife Chascun se plaist ou il se trouue mieux.	Chute, Anthony, d. 1595?	1593 (1593)	STC 5262; ESTC S116495	19,150	60

to mee She ads how wanton bucksome young I was Fit consorte with his yonger yeares to bee And when at length she had discourst her fill Away she flyes abhominable ill But he that standes inchanted with the wonders By secret stealth dishonorable sin Him from his sence his sence from vertue sunders And now in madding loue lust doth begin And that fowle stayne his furie is incenst with By maiestie saith he shall be dispenst with Then to myne eares diuyning my misfortune Secret reportes came whispering straunger wonders And with their oratorie pleas myne eares importune Whilst blind conceipt me from my good hap sunders With charming profers still my king salutes me As one for absolutest fayre reputes me And those to whom he secretly commended The inquisition of my bewties being Those my attract my chaunge of fortune tended My bewties worth and excellencie seing Reporte my bewtie to be so deuine As now he prysed none so much as myne And soone had giftes soone had my Lordes desire My soule from chastitie my selfe from me With often presents taught how to retire Tasting the profers of a high degree And then me thought though I ner prou'd before A kings imbrace was euen a heauen or more Loe then to Court vnto my king I came Monarke aspect of my recusant eye Myne eye the matter of my bodies shame As long as shame or sinne were nurst thereby With niggard fauor at the first did seeme As one that held his crowne scarce worth esteeme For now my scholler eyes had learn'd to fashion Their lookes authenticall and quainte precise My quoynesse argued a straunger passion To make him so more plyant to myne eyes And I whom he esteemed easie won Made him my subiect ere myne eyes had don For now I saw when equallie precise He saw the honor was due worth my bewtie My browes recusancie gan tyrannise And of my king exact a tribute dutie And if he profered loue I would forsake it For woemen first say no and then they take it I wrought so well my face did seeme to say I prysed chastitie but euen too much My apt fram'd countenance seem'd to bewray A purposd fermnesse to my seeming such And my pretext by working so before Was but to make him loue me so much more For now in me varietie of loue Had wrought such knowledge by my seeming prone As whom I knew quickly sedu'st did proue I knew was quickly got and quickly gone And therefore now oppos'd I seem'd the stronger That late ere won I might be lou'd the longer For when I saw him fawningly respect me I playd vpon him with a straunger No And so much more I saw he did affect me As I seem'd further of in saying so Yet then I knew my quoynesse so might proue A king would hardly bow too low to loue In equall meane therefore did I containe Th'impatience of my seeming loath to sin No beggar humblenesse my face did staine With apt desire to throw my selfe therein And if my quoynesse made him loath to wooe Then would I lend him smiles and kisses too Nor did I in denying faintly so But secretly seeme to desire agayne The hoped profers my consenting No In secret wish already did containe But long alasse could not persist therein For ere I left I sold my selfe to sinne Who sees the chast liu'd Turtle on a tree In vnfrequented groues sit and complaine her Whether alone all desolate poore shee And for her lost loue seemeth to restraine her And there sad thoughted howleth to the ayre The excellencie of her lost-mates fayre So I when sinne had drown'd my soule in badnesse To solitarie muse my selfe retired Where wrought by greese to discontented sadnesse Repentant thoughtes my new won shame admired And I the monster of myne owne misfortune My hart with grones and sorrow did importune Behold quoth I how in her Iuie hidden The eu'nings shame Pallas adulterate fowle The sitting sonnes sight and the day forbidden With a sherle scritch her former sinne doth howle And peering in the day but from her tree Is wonderd at of all the byrdes she see So haps to thee whom so thy sinne hath shamed And made the night-eyes wonder of thy tyme So haps to thee that hath thy selfe defamed In tender springing of thine Aprill pryme But now too late t'haue sin'd thou doest repent thee When thou hast lost the good that nature lent thee A wonderment and monster of her age Following posteritie will account thy fall And this which euen no passion can asswage Nor mittigate thy payned soule with all When death in graue shall low haue layne thy head Thou shalt be yet desam'd when thou art dead Thus in thy life thus in thy death and boath Dishonored by thy fact what mayst thou doe Though now thy soule the touch of sinne doth loath And thou abhorst thy life and thy selfe too Yet cannot this redeeme thy spotted name Nor interdict thy body of her shame But he that could command thee made thee sin Yet that is no priuiledge no sheeld to thee Now thou thy selfe hast drownd thy selfe therein Thou art defam'd thy selfe and so is hee And though that kings commands haue wonders wrough Yet kings commands could neuer hinder thought Say that a Monarke may dispence with sin The vulgar toung proueth impartiall still And when mislike all froward shall begin The worst of bad and best of worst to ill A secret shame in euery thought will smother For sinne is sinne in kinges as well as other And yet agayne when to suspition wrought I saw the holly sinne and sullen game Whilst secret acte disclos'd no hidden thought To preiudice an honorable name And those to be such saints that best could seeme such As one would thincke suspition would not deeme such Loe too secure of variable rumor I gaue my selfe to pleasing disposition Loue charming wantonesse and delightfull humor Forst now no longer peeuish eyed suspition And I thought none could testifie my fault Because I thought there was not any saw't And though my life had staine yet this did mend it That I was sorrie such an one to be My pittie my respect did still commend it And this was commendably praysd in me That Sutor wrongs my selfe to right would bring If right might be procured from the king And now so deem'd so highly was I prysed No honor was too good too great for mee I could commaund what euer thought deuised Delight to sence or ioyes to mynde to bee And whilst I sat seated alone so highe The king could but command and so could I. But long my fortune had not traded so In doubt full highnesse of prosperitie Ere murder death had fram'd a worser woe A true example vnto all posteritie That those that mount so high so farre and fast In tract of tyme come headlong downe at last For now the doomes day of my fortune's neere The day the dome peculier vnto all Now in a death vnthought-on doth appeere My bewties

And in his looke fierce wan and pale and dyrefull He seem's impatient moodie madded still And not content with this disgrace to greeue me He sayes that all shall dye that dare relieue me Then from the Court the martirdoome of mee All solitarie alone forlorne I went Thether where discontentment I did see Threatning my miserie ere my dayes were spent And needie want as naked as was I Told me that thus perplexed I should dye When I vnapt to frame alyer-tale Vnapt to craue my bread with beggar prayer My poore discountnanst looke all wan and pale Through hungers nature wayned from her fayre I could not ôshame would not then that I Should begge at all but rather choose to dye And yet necessitie did vrdge constrainte To brooke th'impatience of her proper will Whilst silence breaking out to no complainte In secret passion hid her sorrow still And shame with fearefull blush all greeu'd did cry And wisht she did but know but how to dye Nor could remembrance of my high degree Brooke my resorting into publicke place For I did sigh as oft as I did see Or thincke that any thought on my disgrace And who dispayres in such a kinde as this Thinckes that the whole world knoweth all amisse But ô why doe I thus wearie prolong The wofull Tragedie of my pleasures wayne Suffices that I knew to bide the wrong And brooke with patience what I did sustaine Idly we greeue when greeuingly we plaine vs For that must be perform'd that needes constraine vs. I can no more delate my further ill T'is sooner iudg'd then told the greefe is such The wise-iuditiall may if so they will Sooner conceiue then I can say so much Since so much now would call agayne the pryme And those that tell greefe feele it for the tyme. I must quoth she addresse my selfe to death And therewithall clasping her handes in one And wresting oft sighes with a deepe fetcht breath She panteth forth a poore complayning grone When closing fast her eyes first ope to heauen She now seem's both of speech and life bereauen When coward death fainting and fearefull slow Lookes on her fayre face with a vultar eye And nils him selfe his force vpon her show As doting fearefull she could neuer dye And yet he would and yet he doth dispayre And feares she cannot dye she is so faire And yet her toung now stil'd could say no more She panted and she sigh'd and gaue a grone And euen that bewtie was pure-fayrebefore Wayn'd with her liues expire and now was none Yet death suspected still doth still dispayre And sayes she cannot dye and be so fayre For euen as looketh at the sunnes late sitting A witherd lilly dry'd and saplesse quyte And in her weakned leaues inwardly knitting Seem's dead and yet retaines a perfect white So seem'd her face when now her fayre did fall That death still fear'd she would not dye at all He saw't and sigh'd and yet he could not see Cause to induce his hope-perswading eye To thincke that there was any cause that shee Could be so passing fayre and yet could dye He thinckes the bewtious neuer life should loose And yet withall he thinckes she should not choose O what a combat wrought her life and death Both clayming interest in her end to spill her Life would not that the fayre should loose her breath Death would not loose his right yet would not kill her But lookes vpon her with a curious eye Doubting though she were dead she could not dye At last perswading palenesse seem's to say O she is dead her breathlesse sences fayled Her life hath lost her ioy her death his pray And now nor her life nor her death auayled O then did any euer ought else trye Then life or death that maketh vs to dye Death tooke delight in her vntill she dyed Life fed vpon her lookes he did so way her Death and his life vpon her end relied And greeuing life likt her she was so fayre This lent her liuing that prolong'd her breath O then ther's somthing else that kills then death For he wisht that he were not death she might not dye Pittieng in this he greeues he wanteth pietie Tyrant in Acte his will doth this deny That her death should conferme him in his diety And rather then of life he would bereaue her He would giue leaue to all to liue for euer Rather then she should not he would not be Or to a mortall being he would bow So she might all should liue as well as she For death did neuer doubt vntill t'was now And yet by death if she might gained be The world should dye and none should liue but she But as a Christall with a tender breath Receiues dim thicknesse and doth seeme obscure So darkt with palenesse of a breath'd on death If it were death that did this darke procure She seem's aliue and yet ah she was gone And then life greeu'd and death did fetch a grone Yet would they part the remnant of her being Her body went to death her fame to life Thus life and death in vnitie agreeing Dated the tenor of their sonderie strife Death vow'd her body should be eyed neuer Yet life hath vow'd her fame should liue for euer FINIS