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	remain_v	soul_n	5,200	5	5.5826	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19754	Canaans calamitie Ierusalems misery, or The dolefull destruction of faire Ierusalem by Tytus, the sonne of Vaspasian Emperour of Rome, in the yeare of Christs incarnation 74 Wherein is shewed the woonderfull miseries which God brought vpon that citty for sinne, being vtterly ouer-throwne and destroyed by sword, pestilence and famine.; Canaans calamitie Jerusalems misery	T. D.; Deloney, Thomas, 1543?-1600, attributed name.; Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632, attributed name.	1618 (1618)	STC 6181.2; ESTC S105234	22,000	62

she great are thy cares God wot To haue thy hungry stomack fil'd with food Yet all be it we haue so hard a lot Dismember not thy selfe for any good No brutish beast will doe so foule a deede Then doe not thou gainst nature so proceed But O my sonne what shall I doe quoth she My griefe of hunger is as great as thine And sure no hope of comfort doe I see But we must yeild our selues to starue and pine The wrath of God doth siege the Citty round And we within fell famine doth confound The sword without intends our desolation Consuming pestilence destroyeth heere within Ciuell dissention breedes our hearts vexation The angry heauens the same hath sent for sinne Murders and ruine through our streete● doe run Then how can I feede thee my louing sonne Yf pale fac't famine take away my life Why then with whome should I trust thee my sonen Far heer 's no loue but hate and deadly strife Woe is that child whose parents dayes are done One thee sweete boy no person would take pitty For milde compassion hath forsooke the citty Once I retaynd this ioyfull hope of thee When ripened yeares brought thee to mans estate That thou shouldst be a comfort vnto me Feeding my age when youthfull strength did bate And haue my meate my drinke and cloth of thee Fit for a Lady of so high degree And when the span length of my life was done That God and nature claim'd of me their due My hope was then that thou my louing Sonne In Marble stone my memorie should renew And bring my corpes with honour to the graue The latest dutie men of children crau● But now I see my sweete and bonny boy This hope is fruitlesse and these thoughts are vaine I see grim death hath seaz'd my earthly ioy I or ●amines dart hath thee already slaine Thy hollow eyes and wrinckled cheekes declare Thou art not markt to be thy Fathers heire Looke on thy legges see all thy flesh is gone Thy ●ollie thighes are fallen quite away Thy a●mes and handes nothing but skin and bone How weake thy heart is thou thy selfe canst say I haue no foode to strengthen thee my child And heere thy buriall would be too too vilde Wherefore my Sonne least vgly Rauens and Crowes Should eate thy carcas●e in the stincking streetes Thereby to be a scorne vnto our foes And gaule to me that gaue thee many sweets I haue prepaird this my vnspotted wombe To be for thee an honourable Tombe Then sith thou canst not liue to be a man What time thou mightst haue fed thy aged mother Therefore my child it lyes thee now vpon To be my foode because I haue no other With my one blood long time I nourisht thee Then with thy flesh thou oughtst to cherish mee Within this wombe thou first receiuedst breath Then giue thy mother that which she gaue thee Here hadst thou life then lye here after death Sith thou hadst beene so welbeloude of me In spight of foes be thou my dayly food And saue my life that can doe thee no good In blessed Eden shall thy soule remaine While that my belly is thy bodyes graue There is no taste of famine woe or paine But ioyes eternall more then heart can craue Then who would wish in sorrow to perseuer That by his death might liue in heauen for euer The Lady with hunger is constrayned to kill her best beloued and onely Sonne and eate him whose body she Roasted VVHen this was said her feeble child she tooke And with a sword which she had lying by She thrust him through turning away her looke That her wet eyes might not behold him die And when sweete life was from his body fled A thousand times she kist him being dead His mil●e white body staind with purple blood She cl●nsd and washt with siluer dropping teares Which being done she wipte it as she stood With nothing else but her faire golden haires And when she ●aw his litle lims were cold She cut him vp for hunger made her bold In many peeces did she then deuide him Some part she sod some other part she rosted Frō neighbours sight she made great shift to hide him And of her cheere in heart she greatly bosted Ere it was ready she began to eate And from the spit pluckt many bits of meate The smell of the meate is felt round about the seditious Captai●● therevpon came to the Lady and threatens to kill her for meate Wherevpon the Lady sets part before them THe sent thereof was straight smelt round abou● The neighbour then out of their houses ran Saying we smell roast-meat out of all doubt Which was great wonder vnto euery man And euery one like to a longing wife In that good cheer did wi●h his sharpest knife This newes so swift in each mans mo●th did flie The proud seditious heard thereof at last Who with all speed vnto the house did hye And at the doores and windowes knocked fast And with vilde words speeches rough and great They askt the Lady where she had that meat Thou wicked woman how comes this quoth they That thou alone hast roast-meat in the towne While we with griping famine dye each day Which are your Lords and leaders of renowne For this contempt we thinke it right and reason Thou shouldst be punisht as in case of treason The louely Lady trembling at their speech Fearing their bloody hands and cruell actions With many gentle words did them beseech They would not enter into further factions But listen to her words and she would tell The certaine truth how euery thing befell Be not she said at your poore hand-maid grieued I haue not eaten all in this hard case But that your selues might something be relieued I haue kept part to giue you in this place Then sit you downe right welcome shall you be And what I haue your selues shall tast and see With diligence the Table then she layde And siluer trenchers on the boord she set A golden salt that many ounces wayde And Damask napkins dainty fine and neate Her guests were glad to se this preparation And at the boord they sat with contentation In massie siluer platters brought she forth Her owne Sonnes flesh whom she did loue so deere Saying my maisters take this well in worth I pray be merry looke for no other cheere See here my childs white hand most finely drest And here his foote eate where it likes you best And doe not say this child was any others But my owne Sonne whome you so well did know Which may seeme strange vnto all tender Mothers My owne childes flesh I should deuoure so Him did I beare and carefully did feed And now his flesh sustaines me in my need Yet allbeit this sweet relieuing feast Hath dearest beene to me that ere I made Yet niggardize I doe so much detest I thought it shame but there should some be layde In store for you although the store be small For

they in harsh and churlish sort Tut tell not vs of honourable state And if thou wilt we 'l cut thy Infants throat So shall he neede no meate then cease to pra●e Men must haue meate let children dye and s●arue Yf we want foode in warres how can we seru● With bended browes they s●roue to get away But she vpon her knees did follow fast And taking hould on their confus'd aray This sad complaint from her hearts pallace past Renouned Lords our Cittie 's sure defence O let me speake once more ere you goe hence Yf you lack money see I haue good store Wherein great Cesars Image is portrayde Therefore of gift I will demaund no more To buy me some foode let me not be denayd For fiue red herriugs ten Crownes shall you haue I le pay it downe with vantage if you 〈◊〉 That damned coyne quoth they wee doe de●est And therewithall thy selfe which all this while Has● kept our foes foule picture in thy chest Which seekes this holy Citty to de●i●e Thou getst no foode and therefore hold thy toungue Hang starue dye thou canst not dye more young O pardon yet quoth she my earnest speech Doe not my words to poyson so conuert Take heere my chaine I humbly doe beseech Of pearle and Diamonds for one silly sprat One sprat sweete men cast vpon the ground For this faire chaine which cost a thousand pound Talke not to vs quoth they of Iems and chaines Of Diamonds Pearls or precious rings of Gould One sprat to vs is sweeter gotten gaines Then so much siluer as this house can hold Gould is but drosse where hunger is so great Hard hap hath hee that hath but gould to eate With that the testie Souldiers get them out Proud of the purchast pray which they had got The woefull Lady e did they mocke and flout Her plaints and teares regarding not a iott Shee sighes they smile she mournes and they reioyce And of their pray they make an equall choyce But Megar famine couetous of all Enuying those that should thereof haue part In sharing out there purchasse bread a brawle Wherein one s●abd the other to the heart This fellow said the other did deceiue him He swore againe enough they did not leaue him Lo thus about the victuals they did fight Looke who was strongest bore away the prize And for a crust of bread in dead of night They cut their Fathers throats in wofull wise The mother would her childrens victuals snatch And from his wife the husband he did catch ¶ How the noble Lady and her young S●nne went to out the dung of beasts to eate being ready to dye with hunger and could finde none shewing what moane they made comming home without BVt now of Miriams sorrow will I speake Whom the seditious Souldiers so distrest Her noble heart with girfe was like to breake No kind of foode had she then to reliue her With gnawing hunger was she sore opprest Nor for her child which most of all did grieue her Alas quoth shee that euer I was borne To see these gloomie daies of griefe and care whome this false world hath mede an open scorne Fraught full of miserie passing all compare Blest had I been if in the painefull birth I had receiu'd sweete sentence of my death Why hath the partiall heauens prolong'd my life Aboue a number of my deerest friends Whose blessed soules did neuer see the strife How happy were they in their happy ends Great God of Abraham heare my mournefull crie Soone rid my life or end this miserie With that her little sonne with eager looke Vnto his wofull mother crying came His pretty hands fast hold vpon her tooke Whose presence brought her praying out of frame And to his Mother thus the child did say Giue mee some meate that eat nothing to day I am deere Mother hungry at the heart And scalding thirst makes me I cannot speake I feele my strength decay in euery part One bit of bread for me good Mother breake My lesson I haue learnd where you did lay it Then giue me some what you shall heere me say it The sighing Ladie looking quite a-side With many ●obs sent from her wofull soule Wroung both her hands but not one word replide Sighes stopt her toung teares did her tongue cōtroul Sweete Lady mother mother speake quoth he O let me not with hunger murdered bee Deere child she said what wouldst thou haue of me Art thou a thirst then come and drinke my teares For other succour haue I none for thee The time hath been I could haue giueu thee peares Rose coulered apples cherries for my child But now alas of all wee are beguild But come quoth she giue me thy little finger And thou and I will to the back-yard goe And there seeke out a Cow-cake For thy dinner How saist thou sonne art thou contented so The ioyfull child did hereat giue a smile When both his eyes with water ran the while Then vp and downe with warie s●arching eye In euery place for beasts dung doth she seeke As if a long lost Iewell there did lye Clo●e hidden in some narrow chink or creeke When she lookt and nought at all had found Then downe she coucheth on the sluttish ground And with her faire white fingers fine and small She scrapes away the dust and draffe togeather and so doth search through out the Oxes stall For dung or hoofes or some old peece of leather But when in vaine her paines she did bestow She paid her heart the interest of her woe And lifting vp with sorow her bright eyes She cald her little Sonne to come away Who sought as fast for spiders wormes and flies As she for Ordure mongst the mouldy hay O stay a while good mother did he cry For heere euen now I did a maggot spie At which sweete sight my teeth did water yet Euen as you cald she fell her in the dust An hower were well spent this prize to get To let her slip I thinke I was accurst My hungry stomacke well it would haue stayd And I haue lost her I am sore affraid I I my Sonne it may be so quoth shee Then come away let vs togeather dye Our lucklesse starres alots it so to be Peace my sweete boy alack why dost thou cry Had I found any thing thou shouldst haue seen That therewithall we would haue merry been Then be thou still my sonne and weepe no more For with my t●ares thou kilst my wounded heart Thy neede is great my hunger is as sore Which grieues my soule and pinches euery part Yet hope of helpe alack I know not any Without within our foes they are so many Deare mother heare me one word and no moe See heere my foote so slender in your sight Giue me but leaue to eate my little toe No be●ter supper will I aske to night Or else my thumbe a morsell small you see And these two ioynts me thinks may spared be My sonne quoth