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	way_n	6,089	5	4.7618	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A31143	The Harmony of the muses, or, The gentlemans and ladies choisest recreation full of various, pure and transcendent wit : containing severall excellent poems, some fancies of love, some of disdain, and all the subjects incident to the passionate affections either of men or women / heretofore written by those unimitable masters of learning and invention, Dr. Joh. Donn, Dr. Hen. King, Dr. W. Stroad [et al].	R. C.; Donne, John, 1572-1631.; King, Henry, 1592-1669.; Strode, William, 1600 or 1601-1645.	1654 (1654)	Wing C105; ESTC R9732	41,392	112

guilty when the Asse goes free I would be poor but see the humble grasse Trampled upon by each unworthy Asse Rich hated wise suspected scorn'd if poor Great feared fair tempted high envied more Would the world now adopt me for her heir Would Beauties Queen entitle me the fair Fame speak me Honours Minion could I vie Angels with India with a speaking eye Command bare heads bowed knees strike Justice dumb As well as blind and lame to give a tongue To stones by Epitaphs to be call'd great Master In the loose Lines of every Po●taster Could I be more then any man that lives Great wise rich fair in all suparlatives I count one minute of my holy treasure Beyond so much of all this empty pleasure Welcome pure thoughts welcom ye careless grove These are my guests this is my cour●age love The winged people of the sky shall sing My Anthemes by my servants gentle Springs A Prayer-book shall be my Looking-glasse Wherein I will adore sweet Vertues face Here dwels no heatfull loves no palsie fears No short joyes purchast with eternal tears Here will I sigh and sing my hot youths folly An learn to affect an holy Melancholy And if contentment be a stranger then I le never look for 't but in Heaven agen An Elgie by Dr. K. occasioned by his owne sicknesse WEll did the Prophet a●k Lord what is man Implying by the question that none can But God resolve the doubt much less define What Elements this child of dust combine Man is a stranger to himself and knowes Nothing so natural as his own woes He loves to travel countries and confer The Signes of vast Heavens Diameter Delights to sit in Niles or Betis lap Before he sayleth over his own Map By which meanes he returns his Travels spent Less knowing of himself then when he went Who knowledge hunts kept under forreign locks May bring home wit to hold a Paradox Yet be●ools still Therefore might I advise I would inform the Soul before the eyes Make man into his proper opticks look And so become the Student and the Book With his conception his first leaf begin What is he there but complicated sin When Viper time and the approaching birth Ranks him among the creatures of the earth His wayling Mother sends him forth to greet The World wrapt in a bloudy winding-sheet As if he came into the world to crave No place to dwell in but bespeak a Grave Thus like a red or tempest boading morn His dawning is for being newly born He hailes the evening tempest with shriek cryes And fines for his admission with wet eyes How should that plant whose leaf is bath'd in tears Bare but a bitter fruit in elder years Just such is his and his maturer age Teems with the event more sad then the presage For view him higher then his childhoods span Is raised up to Youths Miridian When he goes proudly laden with the fruit Which health or strength or beauty contribute That as the mounted Canon batters down The Towers and goodly structures of a Town So one short sickness will his force defeat And his frail Cittadel to Rubbish beat How doth a Dropsie melt him to a flood Making each vein run water more then blood A Collick racks him like a Northern gust And raging Feavers crumble him to dust In which unhappy he is made worse By his diseases then his Makers curse God said with toils sweat he should earn bread And without labour not be nourished Here though like ropes of falling dew his sweat Hangs on his labouring brow he cannot eat Thus are his sins scourg'd in opposing theames And Luxuries revenged in the extreams He who in health could never be content With varieties fetcht from each element Is now much more afflicted to delight His tastless pallet and lost appetite Besides though God ordain'd that with the light Man should begin his work yet he made night For his repose in which the weary sense Repairs it self by rests soft recompence But now his watchfull nights and troubled dayes Confused heaps of fear and fancies raise His chamber seems a loose and trembling Mine His pillow quilted with a Porcupine Pain makes his downy Couch sharp thorns appear And every feather pricks him like a spear Thus when all stormes of death about him keep He copies death in any form but sleep Poor walking Clay hast thou a mind to know To what unblest beginnings thou dost owe Thy wretched self fall sick a while and then Thou wilt conceive the Pedigree of men Learn shalt thou then from thine Anatomy That earth thy Mother worms thy sisters be That he is a short-liv'd vapour upward wrought And by corruption into nothing brought A staggering meteor by cross Planets beat Which often reels and falls before his seat A Tree that withers faster then it growes A Torch put out by every wind that blowes A web of forty weeks spun out in pain And in a moment ravel'd out again This is the model of frail man then say That his duration 's only for a day And in that day more fits of changes pass Then Attomes run in the turn'd Hower-glass So that the incessant cares which life invade Might for strange truth their Heresies perswade Who did maintain that humane souls were sent Into the body for their punishment At least with that Greek sage still make us cry Not to be born or being born to dy Of Love and Death AS Love and Death once travel'd on the way They met together and together lay Both in a bed when Love for all his heat Found in the night Death's coldness was so great That all his flames could hardly keep him warm Betimes he rose and speedily did arm His naked body but through too much haste Som of Deaths shafts he took neer his being plac'd Leaving behind him many of his own Which change to him being blind is stil unknown Through which mistaking and his want of eyes A double wrong to Nature did arise For when Love thinks to inflame a youthful heart With his own shafts he kils with deaths cold dart So Death intending to strike old Age dead Shoots one of Love's Darts with a golden head And this appears to me the reason why Old men do fall in love and young men die Waltham Pool In praise of black Women by T. R. IF shadows be a Pictures excellence And makes the shew more glorious to the sense If Stars in the bright day be hid from sight And shine more glorious in Masque of night Why should you think rare creaturs that you lack Perfections cause your hair and eyes be black Or that your Beauty which so far exceeds The new sprung Lillies in their Maidenheads The cherry colour of your cheeks and lips Should by that darknes suffer an eclips Nay 't is not fit that Nature should have made So bright a Sun to shine without some shade It seems that Nature when she first did fancy Your rare Composure studied