Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	bread_n	lord_n	show_v	6,300	5	5.7772	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A17048	Saint Peters path to the ioyes of heauen wherein is described the frailtie of flesh, the power of the spirit, the labyrinth of this life, Sathans subtilitie, and the soules saluation. As also the election, liues and martyrdomes, of the twelue Apostles. By W.B.; Saint Peters path to the joyes of heaven.	Broxup, William.	1598 (1598)	STC 3921; ESTC S116865	25,793	61

cropt cut mowne and reaped still A shade a breath a blast a span a flower A mornings deaw that's dried in an hower First marke the sorrowes of this wretched life And how thy soule still clogged is with sinne How worldly cares doe keepe thee still in strife The many perils thou art wrapped in Then shalt thou see this life to vs hath lent But harts vexation griefe and discontent Our greatest pleasures end in paines distresse The Elements offend vs with their heate The earth with vapours colde doth vs oppresse Our health is mixt with sicknes dangers great To be alone alacke it grieues vs sore And companie disturbeth vs much more Admit the Lord hath lent thee earthly treasure And thou enioyest the labour of thy hands Thy wife and children is to thee a pleasure Thou raisest sumptuous buildings on thy lands What is all this wert thou a Prince of power Hauing no charter of thy life one houre This life alasse is but a winke of Time And on eternitie our ioyes depend Our mortall bodies are but earth and slime Ordainde of God his glorie to attend Like to a bubble weake as brittle glasse Or like a shadow that full soone doth passe Why should we sleepe or slug one night in sin Seeing that night might chance to be our last What grieuous danger should our soules be in If vnpreparde so sinfull hence we past Then euery minute waile thy sinne with sorrow Men here to day are laide in earth to morrow But thou wilt say the world bids me delay And tels me that I neede not feare my life I shall liue long and in great pleasure stay And haue much time t'auoide all future strife Ah thinke not so the flattering world doth lie While yet thou speakest thou maist on suddaine die Amend thy life therefore without all let Least when the time approacheth thou should'st dye Thou dost thy soules chiefe comfort quite forget When thousand cares will leade thy thoughts awrie Repent repent death hath thy life in gage Repent in youth stay not till crooked age O thinke what wofull state thy soule is in When death drawes neere with terrible assaults That houre maist thou be vexed so with sin So much tormented with thy filthie faults And with thy bodies paine so vexed bee That true repentance will be farre from thee What time thy wofull minde will chieflie run Which way thou maist haue ease of bodies smart And how thou maist those bitter gripings shun That with such sorrow burdens thy poore hart How ill aduisde wast thou in fainting breath To post repentance to the houre of death What horror then will thy poore hart indure When feare of death doth so afflict thy minde When phisickes helpe cannot thy conscience cure Nor for thy soule a remedie can finde When thou shalt see the diuell accusing stand And gaping hell vpon the other hand But in respect this griefe is nought at all Touching thy soule and whither it shall goe After she leaues this fading life mortall She at Gods iudgement seate her selfe must shew Sentence to haue and glory to obtaine Or else sad sorrow and eternall paine O thinke what torments sinners haue in hell That's mad with paine and there doth rore and crie In extreame torment which no tongue can tell Alwaies a dying but can neuer die O hart ô minde ô eyes beholde and see Obserue and marke what endlesse torments bee Iudas too late doth there himselfe excuse Too late for Achan to restore his golde Gehezi doth his gifts too late refuse And Diues all too late his faultes vnfolde Lord though with these we haue deserued paine Yet to thy kingdome let our soules retaine The seas saltnes is tasted by one drop False oathes describes a guiltie heart within The world wins our flesh to a seruile lot Feare doth seduce vs vnto deadly sin Most mightie Lord therefore to thee we pray That thy true spirit may our conscience stay Sweete Iesu Christ resplendent in thy seate Which purchast by thy death mans perfect ioy For my misdeedes thy pardon I intreate With wings of mercie shroude vs from anoy Thy death slew death thy pains was our protectiō Thou triumphst ouer all by glorious resurrection It was foretolde and truely spoke of thee By holy Prophets many yeares agoe Gods glorious sonne should no corruption see Layde dead in graue from graue aliue should goe The sealed stone the carefull watchmens eye Could not keepe downe thy mightie maiestie But when I had my Sauiours presence lost Inforste I was vnto my former trade On surging waues my fishing boate was tost Yet of great labour little gaine I made All day I toyld but all in vaine I wraught And all the tedious night nothing I caught But when the cheerefull mornings light appeard Vpon the sandy shore my Sauiour stood Whose heauenly voice our heauie harts so cheard Calling to vs vpon the surging flood My friends quoth he what haue you any meate We answered no nor yet one bit to eate Then said the Lord that made both sea and land Vpon the right side of your sliding ship Cast forth your tangling nets with nimble hand And you shall finde what earst from you did slip We did the same whereby such store we got As neuer like did fall vnto our lot So full of skipping fish the net was found That we by all our force our strength and power Not able were to draw it from the ground Such was the store we got that instant houre At that one draught my selfe did tell and see An hundred mightie fishes fiftie three I knew not Lord thy sacred maiestie For sinne and shame had dulled Peter quite Till Iohn to me thy glorie did descrie I quite forgot my Christ the Lord of might Yet see my Sauiour in my greatest neede Forsooke me not for all my hainous deede This did reuiue my heauie mournfull minde A treble comfort did my ioy restore Iohn childe of grace did soone our Sauiour finde Who said t'is Iesus standeth on the shore It is the Lord vndoubted it is he As by this worke we may sufficient see I hearing that in hast did leaue my net And to my Sauiour sworm whereas he stood Through many mounting billowes did I get For he presern'd me in the raging flood The peacefull shore when so I had attaind There saw I fire and fish and bread ordaind A heauenly dinner on the earth below New raised Christ for vs had there preparde He saw our want and did our hunger know Poore men distrest the Lord doth still regarde Christ therefore calde and bad vs come to dinner The righteous Lord eates with a wretched sinner With his most holy hand he brake vs bread And gaue vs fish our hunger to asswage A gracious countnance on vs did hee spread Whose conquest did both death and hell enrage And this was now the third time truely knowne To his Disciples Christ himselfe had showne Then after dinner Christ tooke me aside And thrice