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	part_n	soul_n	12,478	5	5.5318	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16762	The mothers blessing	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1602 (1602)	STC 3669; ESTC S104773	11,646	42

all earths treasure but as trash despise Let not thy folly lose ●hat wit hath got Nor lose an Art by lacke of exercise Yet let no labour honor preiudice Be wisely sparing but not miserable And rather die then be dishonorable Feare not a Giant for his monstrous shape The diuell cannot goe beyond his bounds Nor learne to play the Monkie with an Ape But keep thy selfe within discretions bounds And keep thee frō the worm the cōscience wounds Thus in thy way let wisedome euer guide thee And be assur'd no euill can betide thee Do not awake the Lion in his denne Nor thinke the Foxe a foole before you trie him Nor put an Eagle in a Capons penne Nor trust a Wolfe if that you come too nigh him But come not neare him if you can goe by him For rauening beasts haue wonderfull wide lawes And spoile what euer comes within their clawes Beate not the aire with hammers in thy head Whose dreaming labours will but dull thy wit And do not put thy siluer into lead Except thou make a double gaine of it And euer do that may thine honor fit Know trades traffique merchants their wares But spend thy spirit in more noble cares Be not condemned for a common Louer I meane loue maker to a world of weemen For care can hardly credit lost recouer And who are bound can neuer well be free men Beautie hath cunning in her eyes to see men For where she leads the heart vnto her eies She leads it finely to fooles paradies Boast not vpon the brauery of youth Nor sco●ethe weaknesse of decrepit age But hold this for a principle of truth Death hath a part vpon this worldly stage Where none can scape the furie of his rage A Tragedie where old and young are slaine But spight of death the vertuous liue againe Spend not thy ●res vpon a selfe conceit In grieuing for that neuer can be had Nor let thy wit an idle will await VVhere giddi● humors are inclin'd to gad And let not melancholy make thee mad For better shut thine eyes from such a light Then haue thy heart tormented by the sight Spare to discourse vpon experience And alwaies rather answere then demaund And let no passion shewe impatience But make entreatie where thou maist commaund And neuer be with flatterers ouerfawnd Nor stand too much vpon thine owne opinion How euer Pallas marke thee for her minion Let not a Princesse fauour make thee proud No● g●ue too much vpon a small disgrace Be● 〈◊〉 affection to a filthy dowd No●●ake an Idoll of a painted face No● loue a colt but of a coursers race No● vow thy seruice to mistaken Saints VVhose truest tytles are but honors Saints Weare not a feather in a showre of raine Nor swagger with a Swiser for his swill Put not thy spirit vnto too much paine In searching secrets farre aboue thy skill And know a halbert from a hedging bill And euer note those noble points of nature That truly make an honorable creature Forbeare thy fury on a suddaine rage Yet in thy right be euer resolute And let true patience choller so asswage That honors quarrell may be absolute Lest rashnes too much reason ouershute For carefull valor in a cause of strife Strengthens the hart and giues the spirit life Flie Machiuile his vile instructions Which are but poysons to a princely minde And noted well are but destructions That do the world with wicked humors blinde And do the soule to hellish seruice binde Where nothing for gaine must be forbidden While diuels in the shape of men are hidden Note what is done by whom and how and when And marke what issue growes of each euent If by the sword the purse or by the pen And where the honor of the action went And how to take it for a president For many things haue many times bene done That had bene better nere had bene begun Know all the courses that thou canst attaine But follow onely that may do thee good In questions alwaies make thy meaning plaine Obscured thoughts are hardly vnderstood But let not choller ouerheate thy bloud So shall thy feare of fortunes force be small And thou shalt stand when other men do fall Take heed my sonne thy soule be not deceiued With any straunge or all too strong illusion For cares best wit cannot be misconceiued Which sees the force of follies close intrusion While heedlesse will brings wit vnto confusion Be wise my sonne in heau'nly wisedomes booke And thou shalt angle with no diuels hooke Loue not a Iester nor a hackney Iade Time is but lost in either of their triall Rather regard the mattocke and the spade And take the sunne to be thy truest diall Where thou shalt see the foole a knauish spiall Shake off the lowse that hangs vpon thy cloathes And hate the swearer that is full of oathes The ru●ian 〈◊〉 by and the rascall flye But loue the vertuous valiant and the kinde Looke towards heauen and let the world go bye And make thy body subiect to thy minde How ere thou winkest be not wilfull blinde But looke into the glory of that grace That makes the faithfull spit in sathans face Confound the diuell with the word of God Looke to thy soule it is the speciall part And loue the life that death hath ouer●rod And to thy Sauiour wholly giue thy hart Who saues his seruants from ●fernall smart And when thy greatest sorrow doth assail● thee Trust in his mercie that will ●er faile thee Mine owne deare sonne I am no deepe diuine But what my God hath taught me that I teach thee Beseeching him to blesse that soule of thine That no illusion euer ouerreach thee Nor wilfull sinne of lacke of grace imp●ach thee Nor faithlesse thought may euer so deface thee But that his mercie euer will embrace thee But for my notes of natures obseruation● By long experience to my paines reuealed Where truths cōstructiōs made those 〈◊〉 That too much proofe hath for assurance 〈◊〉 Which priuate care hath from the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 To thee my sonne and for thy good I hope I do this casket of my Iewels ope Esteeme them richer then a masse of gold And part not with them for a world of wealth For such a treasure is not to be sold As is both for the soule and bodies health Then leaue them not vnto vnworthy 〈◊〉 But in thy bosome locke them as their 〈◊〉 Till good occasion bid thee 〈◊〉 the● 〈◊〉 And when thou find● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 minde And leads thee to the ground 〈◊〉 of thy good Go forward still and further seeke to finde How best the substance may be vnderstood That after purging breeds the liuely blood And thou shalt feele such pleasure in thy paine As idle spirits haue no power to gaine And ere I grow too fast vnto an end Let me a litle furthermore aduise thee Be carefull in affecting of a friend Least subtill kindnesse cunningly surprise thee And let thus

An Halleluiah to thy heauenly King Begin with glory to his maiestie Proceed with glorie to his holy name Coutinue glorie to his Deitie And end with glorie to his worthy fame And endlesse be the glorie of the same Begin proceed continue end his story Without beginning neuer ending glory O highest glory in the heau'ns aboue O brightest glory of theau'ns behoue O purest glory before heau'ns to proue O blessed glory aboue heau'ns to loue O louely glory that all loue doth moue O gracious glory that all grace beginneth O glorious glory that all glory winneth Thus my deare sonne sing vnto God thy Lord And sing in tune that heau'ns may ioy to heare And let thy tongue thy heart and soule accord To chaunt it out with such a ioy full cheare That heau'ns may see thou hold'st their master deare And thy true faith may in thy spirit proue The liuing comfort of thy heau'nly loue But if thou doost not serue thy God aright And humbly feare his holy maiestie Thy clearest day will turne to darksome night Thy wealth to want thy wit to vanitie Thine ease to paine ioy to calamitie Thy sweetest musicke to a mournfull quell Thy life to death thy hope of heauen to hell For though a while he suffer thee to thriue And finde on earth a fayned paradies Yet death will come who quickly will depriue Thy sences of the pleasures of thine eies Wherein th' illusion of thy spirit lies And thou wilt be within thy soule so torne As thou wouldst wish thou neuer hadst bin borne A world of woes will ouerwhelme thy heart And fearefull dreames affright thee in the night A thousand torments will encrease thy smart And dreadfull visions will thy soule affright Thou shalt be bard from the eternall light And in the darknesse where all horrors dwell Thy soule shall burne in euerlasting hell Where thou shalt see the mizer-minded-dogge Frie in the furnace of his molten gold The glutton monster and the drunken hogge Gnawing their bones with hunger thirst and cold The murtherer in paines not to be told The leacher so bedight in beastlinesse As kills his soule to see his filthinesse The tyrant tortur'd with those vgly spirits That fed his humour with the thirst of blood The traitor follow'd with those hungry ferits That onely fed vpon the poysned food Of damned soules that neuer did man good The theefe tormented with the shamelesse lyer The swearers mouth all in a flame of fyer The pander and the wicked parasite Shall sup the broath of hellish beastlinesse The heretike in wilfull ouersight Shall feed vpon the froth of foolishnesse Boyld in the fire of all vnfaithfulnesse The Atheist so shall feele Gods vengeance on him That all the plagues of hell shall fall vpon him The vniust Iudge at least if there be any The bribing client of ill conscience The periur'd witnesse whereof are too many The plotting pate of sinfull pestilence The wrothfull spirit of impatience All these shall iustly all their torments beare But God blesse thee from seeing of them there But if thou rightly serue thy Lord and God And day and houre do sue to him for grace When faithfull Truth this world hath ouertrod Thy soule shall flye vnto afairer place Where thou shalt see thy Sauiour in the face And in that face that euerlasting blis In which the brightnesse of all glory is There shalt thou see frō hie the day-light springing Which darksome night hath neuer power to shade There shalt thou heare the Saints Angels singing And all their ditties to his glory made There shalt thou feele the ioyes that neuer fade There shall thy soule more perfect ioyes possesse Then tongue or heart or spirit can expresse There shalt thou see the bounteous richly crowned The gratious Prince in Angels armes embraced The vertuous souldiers with the Saints renowmed The Iudge of Iustice in high honor placed The faithfull witnes in Truthes fauour graced The virgins singing in the Angels quier How patient hopes vnto their heau'n aspire There shalt thou feele the blessed ioy of peace Wherein the life of holy loue doth rest There shalt thou heare the Musicke neuer cease Where Angels voyces euer are adrest In their best tunes to sound his glory best Where euery one a blessed part doth beare God blesse thee sonne to set them euer there Amen FINIS