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	live_v	soul_n	18,183	5	5.6210	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12034	Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.	1640 (1640)	STC 22344; ESTC S106377	81,342	193

example mai'st thou be denide An Allusion LOe as a carefull huswife runnes to catch One of her feathered creatures broke away Sets downe her babe and makes all swift dispatch In pursuite of the thing she would have stay Whilst her neglected child holds her in chace Cries to catch her whose busie care is bent To follow that which flies before her face Not prizing her poore infants discontent So runst thou after that which flies from thee Whilst I thy babe chase thee a farre behind But if thou catch thy hope turne backe to mee And play the mothers part kisse me be kind So will I pray that thou maist have thy Will If thou turne backe and my loud crying still Life and death THose lips that Loves owne hand did make Breath'd forth the sound that said I hate To me that languisht for her sake But when she saw my wofull state Straight in her heart did mercy come Chiding that tongue that ever sweet Was usde in giving gentle doome And taught it thus a new to greete I hate she altered with an end That follow'd it as gentle day Doth follow night who like a fiend From heaven to hell is flowne away I hate from hate away she threw And sav'd my life saying not you A Consideration of death POore soule the center of my sinfull earth My sinfull earth these rebell powers that thee aray Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth Painting thy outward walls in costly gay Why so large cost having so short a lease Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend Shall wormes in heritors of this excesse Eate up thy charge is this thy bodies end Then soule live thou upon thy servants losse And let that pine to aggrivate thy store Buy tearmes divine in selling houres of drosse VVithin be fed without be rich no more So shalt thou feed on death that feedes on men And death once dead ther 's no more dying then Immoderate Passion MY love is as a feaver longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill Th' uncertaine sickly appetite to please My reason the Phisition to my love Angry that his prescriptions are not kept Hath left me and I desperate now approve Desire is death which Phisicke did except Past cure I am now Reason is past care And franticke madde with ever-more unrest My thoughts and my discourse as mad mens are At randome from the truth vainely exprest For I have sworne thee faire and thought thee bright Who art as blacke as hell as darke as night Loves powerfull subtilty O Me what eyes hath love put in my head Which have no correspondence with true sight Or if they have where is my judgement fled That censures falsely what they see aright If that be faire where on my false eyes dote What mean●s the world to say it is not so If it be not then love doth well denote Loves eye is not so true as all mens no How can it Oh how can loves eye be true That is so vext with watching and with teares No marvell then though I mistake my view The Sunne it selfe sees not till heaven cleeres O cunning love with teares thou keepst me blinde Least eyes well seeing thy foule faults should finde Canst thou O cruell say I love thee not When I against my selfe with thee partake Doe I not thinke on thee when I forgot Am of my selfe all tyrant for thy sake Who hateth thee that I doe call my friend On whom froun'st thou that I doe faune upon Nay if thou lowrst on me doe I not spend Revenge upon my selfe with present mone What merit do I in my selfe respect That is so proud thy service to dispise When all my best doth worship thy defect Commanded by the motion of thine eyes But love hate on for now I know thy minde Those that can see thou lov'st and I am blinde Oh from what power hast thou this powrefull might With insufficiency my heart to sway To make me give the lie to my true sight And sweare that brightnesse doth not grace the day Whence hast thou this becomming of things ill That in the very refuse of thy deeds There is such strength and warrantise of skill That in my minde thy worst all best exceeds Who taught thee how to make me love thee more The more I heare and see just cause of hate Oh though I love what others doe abhorre With others thou should'st not abhorre my state If thy unworthinesse rais'd love in me More worthy I to be belov'd of thee Retaliation SO oft have I invok'd thee for my Muse And ●ound such faire assistance in my verse As every Al●en Pen hath got my use And under thee their poe●ie disperse Thine eyes that taught the dumbe on high to sing And heavie ignorance aloft to flie Have added feathers to the learneds wing And given grace a double Majestie Yet be most proud of that which I compile Whose influence is thine and borne of thee In others workes thou dost but mend the stile And Arts with thy sweete graces graced be But thou art all my Art and dost advance As high as learning my rude ignorance Whilst I alone did call upon thy aide My verse alone had all thy gentle grace But now my gracious numbers are decaide And my sicke Muse doth give another place I grant sweet love thy lovely argument Deserves the travell of a worthier pen Yet what of thee thy Poet doth invent He robs thee of and payes it thee againe He lends thee vertue and he stole that word From thy behaviour beautie doth he give And found it in thy theeke he can afford No praise to thee but what in thee doth live Then thanke him not for that Which he doth say Since what he owes thee thou thy selfe dost pay Sunne Set. THat time of yeare thou maist in mee behold When yellow leaves or none or few doe hang Vpon those boughes which shake against the cold Bare ruin'd quires where late the sweet birds sang In me thou seest the twi-lights of such day As after Sun-set fadeth in the West Which by and by blacke night doth take away Deaths second selfe that seales up all in rest In me thou seest the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie As the death bed whereon it must expire Consum'd with that which it was nur●isht by T is thou perceiv'st which makes thy love more strong To love that well which thou must leave ere long Thy glasse will shew thee how thy beauties were Thy dyall how thy precious minutes waste The vacant leaves thy mindes imprint will beare And of this booke this learning maist thou taste The wrinckles which thy glasse will truely show Of mouthed graves will give the memory Thou by thy dyals shady stealth maist know Times theevish progresse to eternity Looke what thy memory cannot containe Commit to these waste blacks and thou shalt finde Those children nurst delivered