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	very_a	5,362	5	5.6127	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A59997	VVits labyrinth, or, A briefe and compendious abstract of most witty, ingenious, wise, and learned sentences and phrases together with some hundreds of most pithy, facetious and patheticall complementall expressions / collected, compiled and set forth for the benefit, pleasure or delight of all, but principally the English nobility and gentry by J.S., gent.	Shirley, James, 1596-1666.	1648 (1648)	Wing S3494; ESTC R10940	22,813	63

smiles to mee are like a flattering glasse There is sedition in your countenance Content's a Kingdome and you weare the crowne Banish from your breast sad discontent Care lodges in my heart griefe in my breast Charity is fled to Heaven Death is the end of all calamity Rich men flye the poore as good men shunne the Devill Oh what a clogge to the soule is sinne Pity it is repentance comes too late Blow not those coales which long were rak'd in embers Let not the head contend against the foote A benefit upbraided forfeits thankes There 's no content attends a wavering minde That man is only happy with his fate That is contented in a setled state Time flies with winged hast A bounteous act hath alwayes glory following it 'T is best to feare without a cause Your sword hath made some windowes for my blood Who hunts for honour happinesse neglects You are both deafe to prayers and blinde to teares By base revenge there is no honour wonne To forgive an Injury is the greatest victory He that will once give the wall shall quickly bee thrust into the kennell I was not salted at the University to be colted here Love 's the reward of love Mischiefe for mischiefe is a due reward Blood asketh blood and death must death requite Wrong done is righted when men grant they erre Tell trueth and shame all travellers and tradesmen He that soares too neare the Sunne may melt his wings Blushing doth ill in a waiting-Gentlewoman but monstruous in an old Courtier The Vulture smels a prey Sin is the worst of ills A duty well discharg'd is never followed by sadd repentance The world 's a Citie full of straying streets And death's the market-place where all doe meet Make not misery and affliction a toy to jest at My hope 's a prisoner to me A willing man dyes sleeping Truth is times eldest daughter Awake and pay the duty which you owe Power makes all things lawfull Envy stands ever gaping at desert Love hath a blind-fold judgment Truth hath no need of Rhetorick Death is a debt for which there is no forgivenesse Perswasion shall not change me No man shall want his merit Still waters drowne the shallow doe but roare It is truths part to suffer A Bastard is the filthy dreggs of lust that was be got when sinne was revelling Shake hands with passion Earth must not question Heaven As innocent as truth Kill not your comfort Gold is a good perswader He that knowes the world knowes not all her mischiefes Care may prevent a danger He that feares danger shall be sure to finde it In stillest rivers are the greatest dangers Make vertue your companion evermore Truth will appeare sometimes by miracle Severity brings safety Misery will make a man the better relish happinesse Dally not with mischiefe The lambe is unnaturall that should hate the Damme All ship-wracks are not drownings Stomackes with kindnesse cloyd disdaine must stirre Deepe plots desire the night not babling day Wine is wits mid-wife Time may favour winne Fear 's as bad as death Darke night hath blacke velvet wings Melancholy is the nurse of frenzie The poorest service is repaid with thankes It is the minde that makes the body rich The fire of love is blowne by dalliance The more ill threats us we suspect the lesse Preferment seldome graceth bashfulnesse Cares are companions of a crowne Mischiefe lurkes in the darke A storme may come be the day ne're so cleare Quicke speede is good where wisdome leades the way Hasty purposes have hated ends Death is the conquerour of Kings He loves not me that loves mine enemie The monster griefe afflicts my very soule Death is farre sweeter then captivity Reason's the mistresse of experience Report is ever subject to abuses Worth should be ever admir'd and vertue lov'd True love is void of feare No danger can afflict a constant minde Your waxen wings will melt against the Sun Beauty may tempt to lust Put not out the eye of reason Beauty set to sale wantons the blood Beauty doth draw like to the wanton morning sun the eyes of men to gaze on Truth will be prevalent Justice like lightning ever should appeare To few mens ruine but to all mens feare Let not passion ecclips your judgment or reason Truth will discover all mens treacheries Mercy and beauty well doe sympathize Causes best friended have the best events Better be ever dumb then not speake truth Silence argues guilt Appetite to love never leaves an old woman till cracking of nuts failes her Sleepe is deaths younger brother A man past grace is past recovery Nights candles burne obscure The moone lyes buried in a cloud Earths joyes are but short liv'd Your soule bleedes at your eyes The care of State is quicke and jealous Good men may erre sometimes Soft rest hath ceas'd on mortalls browes Passion like midnight sits upon your thoughts I 'e vent my griefes in silence Experience makes it good they stand not fast that rise by blood What fits you not to know leave to desire Suspitions eye doth dog you Death is the post of heaven Take truce with sorrow You may as soone perswade the Ocean in a storm to leave swelling Envye stands a typ-toe to pull downe innocence Every thing the lesse common it is the more admir'd Love is ever seconded with flattery Vertue is rich and rewards it selfe Death 's a quicke carver Death is the harbinger of heaven Fortune showres downe content beyond desert Nature hath made you what she need not shame When he that should reward forgets the man 't is vertue to boast a merit Time creepes when we expect our blisse Prevent your fate by vertuous providence No sun-shine followes me Virgins resolves are weake Be reconcil'd to vertue Innocence is a strong tower Death 's a devouring gamster Reproach is death to him that liv'd in fame Griefe by dispaire seemes greater then it is By industry wise men doe seeke reliefe True setled love can ne're be turn'd to hate Though fortune faile us let us not faile our selves Vertue 's unto it selfe a sure reward Beware betimes and be not wise too late There lurks an adder in the greenest grasse Danger or purpose alwayes hides her head Nothing wounds deeper then ingratitude He that is one mans slave is free from none Where there is plainenesse there is ever truth Rage is the vent of torment Mischiefe's ready way lyes alwayes open Gold is of power to make an Eagle's speed Fortune is fickle and her face is blinde The Foxe fares alwayes best when he is curst Great honours are but fortunes flatteries Who soares too neare the sun may melt his wings The shrub is safe when us the Cedar shakes Ambition like the plague see thou eschew A disgrace not seene is held no shame Let not lust conquer vertue The Halcyon sings before a storme You know no pitty for an injury At the lowest ebbe the tide still turnes You have shewed me a rich Jewell and

of death hath ceaz'd him The snake hath cast his skin As swift as thought Eolus defend us from these stormes The Jewell that 's enjoy'd is not esteem'd True beauty yet was never mercilesse Who most doe love must seeme most to neglect Night nor sleep are nor more silent If a man halt but once in his estate friendship will prove but broken crutches to him Night with her black steeds drawes up the day They deafen aire with their loud exclaims In warres is wealth and honour to be wonne Mourning for the absent is like sorrowing for the dead Outward shewes expresse not alwayes truth Imagination doth not ever faile Sparks of honour will burst into flames A Princes greatest glory is but a cloudy mist Princes with their lookes engender feare I love to heare vice anatomiz'd Observe him as the watch observes the clock There 's nothing Roman in him Ambition makes more trusty slaves then need When power that may command doth much descend their bondage whom it stoopes too it intends It is not safe to inforce a Soverainges eare Princes heare well if they at all will heare Wrath covered carries fate with it Revenge is lost if men professe they hate It is not safe the children draw long breath that are provoked by a parents death Thunder speakes not till it hit None sooner are opprest then they whom confidence betrayes to rest All power is to be fear'd where 't is too much Age in all things breeds neglect Wolves doe change their haire but not their hearts Take heed of whispering your thoughts There is no losse nor shame in providence He threatens many that hath injur'd one Your fraud is worse to me then violence You strive to make him guilty whom you have foredoom'd Your thoughts looke through your words The coward and the valiant man must fall The times are sicke when vertue cannot safely bee advanc'd Who nourisheth a Lyon must obey him A Princes power makes all his actions good Princes agents are like dumb instruments to doe but not enquire Princes intents are to be serv'd not search't The way to rise is to obey and please No innocence is safe when power contests What wee doe know will come wee should not feare 'T is hard when ignorance is scarcely innocent A good man rather must sit downe with losse than rise unjust 'T is place not blood discernes the noble and the base Night hath many eyes whereof though most doe sleepe yet some are spies 'T is now about the noone of night He well doth give where merit meets his bounty Injuries neglected finde their owne grave The punishment of writers augments the reputation of his workes The first crime is the bridge to all succeeding ones When a woman hath lost her chastity shee hath no more to lose Where distrust begins there friendship ends There 's nothing in man but his ambition that waxeth not olde Great matters should bee sooner done than disputed of 'T is more honour to give than to receive When the service is so great that it cannot well be recompenc'd it makes him that hath done it odious and troublesome Princes had rather give to oblige than to acquire themselves by rewarding Patience too much wrong'd turnes to fury Providence is the safest shield against the threats of fortune That power can never bee well us'd that is ill got 'T is hard to judge of a mans felicity before his death That favour that is acquired by merit or good fortune is conserv'd by modesty and lost by insolence Vertue wheresoever found is honourable Fortune attend me as my ends are just Suffer mine eyes for to discourse my griefes Vertue and grace are alwayes pair'd together Braine is the mother of invention Kill this monster griefe True worth scornes to turne Camelion When beautie 's withered lustfull love growes cold Your guilt keepes ope your eyes Midnight's the generall Bawde to the whole world Nimble prevention out-runs woe 'T is rare to finde a woman chaste and faire Destruction though delaid yet 's deadly sure The blessed man is absolutely rich As secret as calme silence or the night Anothers losse makes many fortunate In sicknesse an associate helps disease Envi's the common traytor to Estate That man 's to lethergy condemn'd that takes a Politician to his friend To suffer wrong inflames revenge A pregnant pupill thrives without a tutor An hypocrites heart is like a deceitfull spunge The sunne at his departure seem'd to smile Mischiefe like mighty waves ne're comes alone Place cannot change the nature of good things Innocence is resolutions ground Let affection be your servant will your slave passion your drudge The Foord is shallowest where the streame doth roare Hearts are small things but infinite in desires The head-strong windes doe rage with hideous stormes The fearefull Sunne descends as red as blood There is no hell to an aspiring minde All strive to have but few for to deserve What horrour and affrightment ceaseth me The sun will blush for to behold such guilt Man is the pride of heavens creation Let not clouds of passion choake your reason Nothing deforms a man so much as sinne When black hands are lift up heaven hath no feeling Death could not speake a word more fatall to mee Just heaven will ne're forsake the innocent Griefe's weight is eas'd when each one beares his part Ignorance doth not alwayes strut in sattin it oft-times walkes a Clergy pace in blacke The Foxe will have his prey before the Lyon Words are ayery shades they are deedes that please Wealth is abus'd when it conducts to hell He 's blest that to bee rich can give consent with honesty or rest poore with content Let mercy lodge within your gentle breast What ground for this suspition finde your thoughts Our heads cut ayre and yet our hearts plough earth Murther from Heavens eye cannot be conceal'd Vaine thoughts will flatter you Passion must vent it selfe in speech or teares Too much indulgence is not love but hate The body hath no sicknesse like the minde You hugge your hopes as a politician his ayery plots Murther like your Jesuite doth whisper death in silence The Vsurer whilst his interest money in doth trole cares not to lose the principall his soule Murther will out though by the actors mouth Rich men as well as poore must turne to dust Gold 's the world's Idoll Gold is the young man's whore the olde man's saint Ignorance is foe to arts You put into a sea you cannot ●ound Harke how the sound of horrour beates the ayre The Alpine snow at the sunne beames doth melt 'T is vanity to quarrell with your destiny Who seemes most crafty proves oft-times most foole Mercy is Nobilities true badge The Raven doth not hatch a larke Did ever Raven sing so like a Larke Sorrow conceal'd doth burn the heart to cynders The Firmament hath not more Sunnes than one Friends should associate friends in griefe and woe Trust him by leasure that deceiv'd thee once Your

slave to hope Night clad in black mournes for the losse of day Sleepe is death's younger brother Loves power by wisdome cannot be with-stood Firm constancy like rockes can ne're be mov'd The face is the index of the minde 'T is a weakenesse to measure by our selves the purposes of others You carry too much sale for your small Barque Let not false hopes abuse you To be thankfull to a servants merits is growne a crime Greatnesse comes from above 'T is a favour which vertue cannot warrant An innocent trueth can never stand in neede of a guilty lye I am but coffin to my cares My tongue 's the voyce of truth Gold is the misers god Men flesht in blood know seldome to amend Love subdues all things Love is the soveraign vertue of the soule Death to the godly is the gate to blisse But death the wicked leades to the Abysse MOST PITHY FACETIOUS and PATHETICALL COMPLEMENTALL EXPRESSIONS COnfirme me in your favour with a smile The justnesse of my cause I hope will gaine successe Her necke 's more white then new falne snow Her breasts are swan-like Her very breath perfumes the aire she breaths You embrace the occasion to depart Welcome as Manna to my hungry soule I will contrive my selfe for your best use I will performe my best on your behalfe Shee is a rich myne of beauty Shee is the glory of her sex Shee beares the palme of beauty from them all Others compar'd to her seeme like glimmering starres to the full Moone Her breath 's more odiferous then a bed of spices Nature ne're fram'd a more delicious piece I 'le pay the tribute of my lips to your faire hands The musicke of the spheares is not so ravishing The name of him you come from is warrant sufficient to make your welcome here Let my boldnesse prove pardonable Let us change aire a little You have power to steere me as you please I hope you hold no suspition of me 'T is my duty to obey your faire commands My feares are almost over In your good I 'le bury all my hate I can relish any thing that comes of free cost You are the only man I have ambition to honour I should be proud to merit such a favour 'T is in your power to oblige me Pray point mee out some service to expresse my gratitude You will dishonour me by your suspition I know you are all Court-ship You have discourst me into admiration I 'l live an hereticke in that point You have a soule is full of gratitude You have sown your charity in a fruitfull ground You are very liberall in language Breake silence when you please Doome me not a scorne before condemn'd Your sight gives me a lease of longer life Bee wise faire opportunity waites upon your pleasure Your will is but controul'd by dastard feares Let me now circle in mine armes all happinesse I have not soule enough to apprehend my joyes I hope my fortunes cannot deserve your scorne Let me be bold to claime your noble promise My blood heaves in my veines 'T is happinesse enough that you have mentioned it Let me beg your pardon Make me happy to renew my suite Vouchsafe me kisse your hands I 'le consecrate this day to triumph I am shadow to your worthinesse noble friend The riches of the world flow to your coffers Thinke not that I would bid you graspe the wind or call you to the embracing of a cloud You have power to melt mee and cast mee in any mould All my breast holds I 'le powre into thee I 'le tell it or speake it in thine eares I had been happier by your fellowship Put on your better lookes or thoughts Ther 's nought but faire and good intended to you Speake your imperfect thoughts I am ever bound to you for many favours Fame renders you most worthy of it Report could never have got a sweeter aire to flye in than your noble breast You are all bounty all worth Enjoyne me to what punishment you please I 'le flye at your commands I feare 't will prove prodigious to you Your warrant must prove mighty then For this let me embrace you I will be secret as your soule or night I 'le like your shade pursue you All faire content dwell here Fortune may be propitious yet I feare my griefes are not at full yet I emulate your daring spirit You can bawle well with your full oyster voyce You barke too much to bite All valour 's not confin'd within your breast The happinesse of the day crowne your desires I wish the night may equall the dayes happinesse All content both night and day crowne your desires My desires equall your wishes I 'le weepe the day out and out-mourn the night Who gave you patent to examine me She equalls your Commends in all respects So true a faire I ne're beheld till now You merit not to touch so choise a rarity You over-charge me with so great a favour as your descending thus to visite me Your carriage speakes you so impartiall worthy I should doe wrong to merit not to honour you Your hopes should flye a pitch above it I see there speakes a fortune in your brow I dare not looke so high Is this the hooke your golden baite doth cover I will not further disswade your resolution I will not lesse esteeme your merit You engage me to you ever Her minde 's so chast a man may sooner melt the Alpes then her You are ungentle to triumph in my torment Glut your relentlesse sight with full eyed sorrow Shee is all amorous all faire Those teares would melt the hearts of Tygers Gold that doth usher greatnesse lacques you The tongues of Ravens are too milde to speake it You cast your eyes too much upon the flame proves your destruction Turne backe your Commet eyes or I shall perish in the flames of love I 'le be as just to you as heaven to trueth Can there remaine a soule that will vouchsafe me pity I 'le put you to the test You dazell your owne eys I will out-toyle the day for your content I cannot speake your worth to the full What sad noyse wounds my eares You are the prodigy of nature You are the substance of that shadow I did represent The world may smile againe Calme your contumelious tongue Reverse that doome If I say I may repent but if I sweare it is irrevocable You looke like leane fac'd envye I scorne your worthlesse threats You have a Tygers heart wrapt in a womans hide Even as the rockes please them that feare their wracke Pray give no limits to my tongue Without your leave I 'me priviledg'd to speake Your man-hood hangs upon your tongue As if a channell should be call'd the Sea Whether flye the gnats but to the Sunne Dark clowdy death ore-shades his beames of life Aske mercy and obtaine no grace The ghostly Father now hath done his shrift You cry content to that which grieves you most You can