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
A40736	A funeral-oration upon Favorite, my Lady * * * lap-dog by a person of quality.	Person of quality.	1699 (1699)	Wing F2539; ESTC R23351	11,851	30

the meanest No more now wilt thou entertain Urania as thou wast wont with wanton Play No more now wilt thou divert her with a Thousand Sportive Tricks No more wilt thou be her beloved Companion in her Chamber in her Parlour in her Garden in her Coach in her Walks at her Table and on her Couch Alas Where is now that Beauty which render'd thee the Admiration of all that beheld thee Where those innumerable Graces by which thou didst transcendently surpass the rest of Dogs and which created thee the Love of the Ladies and the Envy of the Men So far art thou from being that admir'd that beautiful Thing which once thou wert that we are making all the haste we can to remove thee out of our sight as an Object that offends us as a Spectacle our Eyes are not able to support without Aversion and Pain Lugete ô Veneres Cupidinésque Weep Ladies weep Gentlemen weep Favorite is dead Urania's beloved Dog is dead Who can here forbear complaining of the Rigour of Fate Who wou'd not be almost tempted to expostulate in thefse Terms with Heaven Why are the most excellent Things still the most perishable Why was the Flower so fair and yet so fading Why is what we esteem most snatch'd from us soonest Why had not Fate bestow'd fewer Vertues on Favorite or given a larger Extent to his Life But vain are these Expostulations Heaven is inexorable and will not restore him to us he is irrecoverably he is for ever gone Dislevel your Hair Ladies and tear your Garments Disfigure your Faces Gentlemen and knock your Breasts Let us grieve let us lament But what do I madly do Why do I endeavour to move your Tears which but flow of themselves too fast Why do I attempt to raise your Grief which rather wants restraint than incitement Alas we have Lamented enough Let us rather seek how to diminish than augment our Sorrow we need comfort we need Consolation Let these following Considerations then mitigate our Grief First We wou'd do well to consider That to dye is to pay a common Debt to Nature and is a necessity to which the greatest and best Men have submitted Of all these infinite numbers of Men Of all these prodigious swarms of Animals that fill the Globe is there one single Person or Creature who is exempted from this Lamentable Law Nay do not the most inanimate the most insensible things arrive at the same end and suffer the same Destiny with us Do not the most durable Walls the strongest Fortifications decay The Sun which is daily a Spectator or so many Funerals both of Men and of Beasts is it not it self perishable The Earth which is the common Grave of every living Creature will it not find it self a Sepulchre in the Universal Ruin The Heavens the Stars the Elements the whole Mass of the Universe will it hot sooner or later suffer Dissolution Nay what is yet more lamentable what is yet more deplorable that which is fairer than the Heavens that which is brighter than either Sun or Stars the noblest production the most exquisite Composition of Nature Urania her self will she not one day die and can we then demand with justice that Favorite should be Immortal Next let us remember that our Grief may be hurtful to our selves but cannot be any real Benefit to Favorite Cou'd our Lamentations indeed call him back to life cou'd our Sighs inspire new Breath into him or our Tears water the lovely Flower ' till it revived our Sorrows then were warrantable but alass fruitless are our Sighs unprofitable our Tears Lastly let us comfort our selves with this Assurance that Favorite whatsoever his Condition be is not unhappy For if as most Philosophers hold the Souls of Brutes perish and are intirely extinguish'd with the Body not existing after death as he is not capable of Happiness so neither is he of Misery But if that other Opinion be true that the Souls of Brutes as well as Men do not dye but only change their Habitation and pass by way of Transmigration from out of one Body into another Favorite may enter once more upon the stage or Life and he that now parts from Urania a Dog may perchance return to her again a Squirrel or Sparrow or it may be a Lover Since then he is partaker of a common Lot since our Tears can neither profit him nor our selves and since we are perswaded he is not unhappy let us omit an unjustifiable and unnecessary Sorrow Favorite himself cou'd he speak wou'd certainly bid us cease our Lamentations and give over our needless Complaints expressing himself after this manner Mourn not for me for to what purpose is it to mourn Has not my Orator already told you that your Tears are idely and unprofitably spent that they cannot avail to restore me again to Life and why then this weeping Why these Complaints Why these sad Sighs Do not disquiet your selves in vain Do not give yourselves anxieties which are not needful But as for you my beautiful Mistriss it is your Interest more especially to be sedate unless you design to revenge the Men's Quarrel on your own fair Face and ruin that Beauty which has ruin'd them For what have those lovely Cheeks done that you shou'd endeavour by excess of Grief to robb them of those Graces which subdue all Hearts How have those bright Eyes offended you that thus you go about by immoderate weeping to deprive them of that Lustre by which they kill Are you resolv'd to make my Grave your Beauty's Sepulcher Alass I am not worthy of the least of your Thoughts much less your Tears which are Gemms too bright too inestimable to be thrown away so lightly But if you shall still retain any kindness for a Dog that has serv'd you faithfully demonstrate it another way than by your Tears Transfer your Love as a Legacy I bequeath from my self to my Orator from the Dead to the Dead but yet from one you cannot recover to one whom you can I say the Dog himself had he a Voice wou'd express himself in the manner I have represented What remains then but that we bring at once our grief and our Discourse to a Period Let us perform our last Office to Favorite Let us commit his Body to the Dust and so depart On Favorite when alive in Imitation of the 9th Ode of Anacreon 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 TEll me whose pretty Dog are you Whence do you come and whither go Urania is my Lady's Name To her I go front her I came O're ev'ry Heart the Maid does Reign And Men are proud to drag her Chain At her bright Feet they bleeding lie For her they Sigh for her they die Then use me tenderly for know Her Eyes will sure return the blow She calls me Favorite and loves Me more than Venus does her Doves What wou'd you give Alass to be Urania's Favorite like me Where e're my Mistress does repair I and the