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	sin_n	world_n	8,924	5	4.9560	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16772	The Passion of a discontented minde	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?; Essex, Robert Devereux, Earl of, 1566-1601.; Southwell, Robert, Saint, 1561?-1595.	1601 (1601)	STC 3679.5; ESTC S2532	6,237	26

soule t is much for thy auaile That thou art gotten from these straits at last O ioy but in thy ioy mixe teares withall That thou hast time to say Lord heare me call I might as others Lord haue perished Amid my sinnes and damnable delights But thou good God with care my soule hast cherished And brought it home to taste on heau'nly lights Ay me what thankes what seruice can I render To thee that of my safety art so tender Now doe I curse the time I euer went In sinnes blacke path that leadeth to damnation Now do I hate the houres I haue misse-spent In ydle vice neglecting soules saluation And to redeeme the time I haue mis-worne I wish this houre I were againe new borne But vaine it is as saith the wisest man To call againe the day that once is past O let me see what best is for me than To gaine thy fauour whil'st my life doth last That in the next I may but worthy be Eu'n in the meanest place to waite on thee I will as did the prodigall sonne sometime Vpon my knees with harty true contrition And Weeping eies confesse my former crime And humbly begge vpon my low submission That thou wilt not of former faults detect me But like a louing father now respect me Or as the wife that hath her husband wronged So wil I come with feare and blushing cheeke For giuing others what to thee belonged And say My King my Lord and Spouse most meeke I haue defil'd the bed that thou didst owe Forgiue me this it shall no more be so Yet for the world can witnes mine abuse I le hide my face from face that witcht mine eies These gracelesse eies that had my bodies vse Till it be withred with my verie cries That when my wrinckles shall my sorrowes tell The world may say I ioy'd not though I fell And thus will I in sorrowing spend my breath And spot my face with neuer-dying teares Till aged wrinckles messengers of death Haue purchasde mercy and remou'd my feares And then the world within my lookes shall read The piteous wracke vnbrideled sinne hath bred And that which was a pleasure to beholde Shal be to me an euer-griping paine All my misdeedes shall one and one be tolde That I may see what tyrants haue mee slaine And when I haue thus mustred them apart I will display on each a bleeding hart And lest my teares should faile me at most need Before the face of faith I le fix my Sauiours passion And see how his most pretious side did bleed And note his death and torments in such fashion As neuer man the like did vndertake For freely he hath done it for my sake If this his kindenesse and his mercy showne Cannot prouoke me vnto tender crying Then will I backe againe turne to mine owne Mine owne sinne cause of this his cruell dying And if for them no teares mine eies can find Sighs shal cause tears tears make my poore eies blind No farre fetcht story haue I now brought home Nor taught to speake more language than his mothers No long done Poem is from darkenesse come To light againe it 's ill to fetch from others The song I sing is made of heart-bred sorrow Which pensiue Muse from pining soule doth borow I sing not I of wanton loue-sicke laies Of trickling to yes to feed fantasticke eares My Muse respects no flattring tatling praise A guiltie conicience this sad passion beares My sinne sicke soule with sorrow woe begone Lamenting thus a wretched deede mis-done FINIS