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	soul_n	state_n	7,301	5	6.5610	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A49327	A funeral elegy on Her Illustrious Highnesse the Princess Royal of Orange who departed this life the 3d. of January, new stile, 1661.	Lower, William, Sir, 1600?-1662.	1661 (1661)	Wing L3317; ESTC R35002	770	1

A FUNERAL ELEGY On Her ILLVSTRIOVS HIGHNESSE THE PRINCESSE ROYAL OF ORANGE Who departed this life the 3 d. of January new stile 1661. MOre tragick matter yet to make us shed Torrents of tears the Princess Royal dead She whose great heart like an unshaken rock Fix'd in the floods still brav'd the rudest shock Of adverse fate when Heaven was pleas'd to try The courage of the Royal Family By Hells incursions and who could not be Less then her self when in her low'st degree Nor more though seated on the proudest Throne Upon the earth in both estates still one She who so well when highest could express Her self a Lamb when low'st a Lioness If disrespected by a Prince or State In Her rich mind never unfortunate She whose fair soul and body both were pure In act and thought whose conscience was secure Whose Life was Saint-like and whose death the same Is gone to Heaven from whence the substance came This peerless Princess this pure Pearl is lost To us but found upon the happy Coast That still is green where gloriously She Sitteth enthroned in Eternity With Her triumphant Father Martyr King Brother and Sister which four make a ring Of Crowned Angels and a Hierarchy Of Saints to praise the Highest Majesty Great Princes now transform'd to a fair Star If from that bright Orb where you fixed are You can discern this wretched mote of earth Where mortals live reflect on this sad birth Of our afflictions caus'd by your remove And cheer our hearts by one sweet look of love EPITAPH IF the proud Marble Stranger doth deny To satisfie thy curiosity In thy demand what person lieth here I 'le answer thee 't is one whose life was dear To Heaven and Earth a Princess great in blood Great in estate and in her mind as good If th' art not pure and holy come not near This sacred Shrine a Saint ' s entombed here A mirrour of perfection a rich Mine Of Chastity and Beauty which doth shine Though under earth and casts an odour forth T' inspire all vertuous Ladies with her worth Let no Prophane feet then presume to tread Near the blest reliques of this great Saint dead WILL. LOWER