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	think_v	6,986	5	4.7772	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20619	An anatomy of the vvorld Wherein, by occasion of the vntimely death of Mistris Elizabeth Drury the frailty and the decay of this whole world is represented.	Donne, John, 1572-1631.	1611 (1611)	STC 7022; ESTC S105367	10,269	32

hurteth not Except it be from the liue Serpent shot So doth her vertue need her here to fit That vnto vs she working more then it But she in whom to such maturity Vertue was growne past growth that it must die She from whose influence all Impressions came But by Receiuers impotencies lame Who though she could not transubstantiate All states to gold yet guilded euery state So that some Princes haue some temperance Some Counsaylors some purpose to aduance The common profite and some people haue Some stay no more then Kings should giue to craue Some women haue some taciturnity Some Nunneries some graines of chastity She that did thus much and much more could doe But that our age was Iron and rusty too Shee shee is dead shee 's dead when thou knowst this Thou knowest how drie a Cinder this world is And learnst thus much by our Anatomy That 't is in vaine to dew or mollifie It with thy Teares or Sweat or Bloud no thing Is worth our trauaile griefe or perishing But those rich ioyes which did possesse her hart Of which shee 's now partaker and a part But as in cutting vp a man that 's dead The body will not last out to haue read On euery part and therefore men direct Their speech to parts that are of most effect So the worlds carcasse would not last if I Were punctuall in this Anatomy Nor smels it well to hearers if one tell Them their disease who faine would think they 're wel Here therefore be the end And blessed maid Of whom is meant what euer hath beene said Or shall be spoken well by any tongue Whose name refines course lines makes prose song Accept this tribute and his first yeares rent Who till his darke short tapers end be spent As oft as thy feast sees this widowed earth Will yearely celebrate thy second birth That is thy death For though the soule of man Be got when man is made 't is borne but than When man doth die Our body 's as the wombe And as a mid-wife death directs it home And you her creatures whom she workes vpon And haue your last and best concoction From her example and her vertue if you In reuerence to her doe thinke it due That no one should her prayses thus reherse As matter fit for Chronicle not verse Vouchsafe to call to minde that God did make A last and lastingst peece a song He spake To Moses to deliuer vnto all That song because he knew they would let fall The Law the Prophets and the History But keepe the song still in their memory Such an opinion in due measure made Me this great Office boldly to in●ade Nor could incomprehensiblenesse deterre Me from thus trying to emprison her Which when I saw that a strict graue could do I saw not why verse might not doe so too Verse hath a middle nature heauen keepes soules The graue keeps bodies verse the same enroules A FVNERALL ELEGIE T Is lost to trust a Tombe with such a ghest Or to confine her in a Marble chest Alas what 's Marble Ieat or Porphiry Priz'd with the Chrysolite of eyther eye Or with those Pearles and Rubies which shee was Ioyne the two Indies in one Tombe 't is glas And so is all to her materials Though euery inche were ten escurials Yet shee 's demolish'd Can we keepe her then In workes of hands or of the wits of men Can these memorials ragges of paper giue Life to that name by which name they must liue Sickly alas short-liu'd aborted bee Those Carkas verses whose soule is not shee And can shee who no longer would be shee Being such a Tabernacle stoope to bee In paper wrap't Or when she would not lie In such a house dwell in an Elegie But 't is no matter we may well allow Verse to liue so long as the world will now For her death wounded it The world containes Princes for armes and Counsailors for braines Lawyers for tongues Diuines for hearts and more The Rich for stomachs and for backes the Pore The Officers for hands Merchants for feet By which remote and distant Countries meet But those fine spirits which doe tune and set This Organ are those peeces which beget Wonder and loue And these were shee● and shee Being spent the world must needes decrepit bee For since death will proceed to triumph still He can finde nothing after her to kill Except the world it selfe so great as shee Thus braue and confident may Nature bee Death cannot giue her such another blow Because shee cannot such another show But must we say shee 's dead May 't not be said That as a sundred Clocke is peece-meale laid Not to be lost but by the makers hand Repolish'd without error then to stand Or as the Affrique Niger streame enwombs It selfe into the earth and after comes Hauing first made a naturall bridge to passe For many leagues farre greater then it was May 't not be said that her graue shall restore Her greater purer firmer then b●fore Heauen may say this and ioy in 't but can wee Who liue and lacke her here this vantage see What is 't to vs alas if there haue beene An Angell made a Throne or Cherubin We lose by 't And as aged men are glad Being tastlesse growne to ioy in ioyes they had So now the sicke staru'd world must feed vpone This joy that we had her who now is gone Reioyce then nature and this world that you Fearing the last fires hastning to subdue Your force and vigor ere it were neere gone Wisely bestow'd and layd it all on one One whose cleare body was so pure and thin Because it neede disguise no thought within T' was but a through-light scarfe her minde t'enroule Or exhalation breath'd out from her soule One whom all men who durst no more admir'd And whom who ere had worth enough desir'd As when a Temple 's built Saints emulate To which of them it shall be consecrate But as when Heau'n lookes on vs with new eyes Those new starres eu'ry Artist exercise What place they should assigne to them they doubt Argue and agree not till those starres go out So the world studied whose this peece should be Till she can be no bodies else nor shee But like a Lampe of Balsamum desir'd Rather t' adorne then last shee soone expir'd Cloath'd in her Virgin white integrity For mariage though it doe not staine doth dye To scape th'infirmities which waite vpone Woman shee went away before sh'was one And the worlds busie noyse to ouercome Tooke so much death as seru'd for opium For though she could not nor could chuse to die Shee'ath yeelded to too long an Extasie He which not knowing her sad History Should come to reade the booke of destiny How faire and chast humble and high shee'ad beene Much promis'd much perform'd at not fifteene And measuring future things by things before Should turne the leafe to reade and read no more Would thinke that eyther destiny mistooke Or that some leafes were torne out of the booke But 't is not so Fate did but vsher her To yeares of Reasons vse and then infer Her destiny to her selfe which liberty She tooke but for thus much thus much to die Her modesty not suffering her to bee Fellow-Commissioner with destinee Shee did no more but die if after her Any shall liue which dare true good prefer Euery such person is her delegate T' accomplish that which should haue beene her fate They shall make vp that booke and shall haue thankes Of fate and her for filling vp their blanks For future vertuous deeds are Legacies Which from the gift of her example rise And 't is in heau'n part of spirituall mirth To see how well the good play her on earth FINIS