Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	breath_n	die_v	life_n	4,005	5	4.5802	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08787	Come worldling see what paines I here do take to gather gold while here on earth I rake. What the father gathereth by the rake, the sonne doth scatter with the forke.	N. P., fl. 1638.; M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656?, attributed name.	1638 (1638)	STC 19076; ESTC S112857	2,582	2

Come worldling see what paines I here do take To gather gold while here on earth I rake What the Father gathereth by the Rake the Sonne doth scatter with the Forke COme come my brave gold Which I love to behold come to me and I le give you rest Where as you may sléepe And I safely will kéepe you lock't in my yron bound chest No thieves you shall feare You in pieces to teare such care of you still I will take Come to me and flye Gold Angels I cry And I le gather you all with my Rake Come silver and all When as I doe call your beauties to me are so bright I love you so deare I pray you come néere and be you not wavering or light Your weight so you have Come glistering and brave then you I will never forsake But heape you together Against rainy weather And gather you all with my Rake Rich Iewels and plate By no meanes I hate with Diamonds Saphirs or rings The Carbuncle red Stands me in like stead or any other rich things The Emerold gréene Like the spring that is séene gold chains or the like I wil take I have a kind heart With my coyne I will part so I may get all with my Rake But yet here me friend No money I le lend without a good pawn you do bring But I le tell to thée How a knave cheated me one time with a base copper Ring With me it bred strife It néere cost me my life halfe a crowne on the same he did take But I le have more care Of such knaves to be ware how such copper together I rake On leases or lands On very good bands good security likewise provide If we can agrée Then my coyne it flyes frée if not your could suit is deny'd To foe or to friend No money I le lend as they brew so let them bake This rule I observe Let them hang or starve if I cannot get with my Rake And those that doe lacke To the highth I doe racke I know that they money must have Some morgage their lands Which fall in my hands to dominéere and to goe brave If they faile of their day And have not to pay a seisure on all I doe make Although I goe bare Yet I have a care my gold and my silver to Rake Let the poore widdowes cry Let their children dye let their Father in prison goe rot What is that to me Their wealth is my fée for I have their livings now got UUhole Lordships and Lands Are falne to my hands and use of them all I will make My bags full of coyne And my purse I doe lyne with that which together I rake Thus rich usury Ne're thinking to dye nor on his poore soule have a care With one foot in the grave Yet more wealth he doth crave and his backe and his belly doth spare At whose cost he dine With good chéere and wine he cares not at whose hands he take Not a penny hée'l spend Nor without a pawne lend The Divell and all he will Rake But now comes grim death And ceaseth his breath his trée of life is wethered This wretch so unkind His wealth leaves behind and is a poore worme being dead But now pray give eare To that you shall heare his heire what a course he will take That day he did dye In his grave he did lye And the Sexton the earth on him Rake London printed for Henry Gosson 〈…〉 Come Prodigals your selves that loves to flatter Behold my fall that with the Forke doth scatter To the tune of To drive the cold winter away ROome roome for a friend That his money will spend old Flatcap is laid in his grave Hee kept me full poore But now I will roare his lands and his livings I have The tide of gold flowes And wealth on me growes hée 's dead and for that 't is no matter Great use he did take And for me did rake which now with the forke I will scatter I now must turne gallant That have such a talent what néed I to take any care I tell thée good friend 'T is mine owne which I spend for I was my Fathers owne heire No Blade here shall lacke Give us claret and sacke hang pinching it is against nature Let 's have all good chéere Cost it never so deare for I with my forke will scatter Let me have a Lasse That faire Venus doth passe give me all delights that I may I le make my gold fly Aloft in the skie I thinke it will never be day Let the welkin roare I le never give o're Tobacco and with it strong water I meane for to drinke Untill I doe sinke for I with my forke will scatter And let musicke play To me night and day I scorne both my silver and gold Braue gentlemen all I le pay what you call with me I beséech you be bold Dice run low or high My Gold it shall fly I meane for to kéep a brave quarter Let the Cards goe and come I have a great sum That I with my forke will scatter Let Carouses goe round Till some fall to the ground and here 's to my Mistresse her health Then let 's take no care For no cost wée'l spare hang money I have store of wealth My Father it got And now falne to my lot I scorne it as I doe morter For coyne was made round To stand on no ground And I with my forke will it scatter My Lordships to sell I thinke would doe well ill gotten goods never doe thrive Let 's spend while we may Each Dog hath his day I le want not while I am alive Come Drawers more sacke And sée what we lacke for money I le send a porter Brave gallants ne're feare For wée'l dominéere For I with my forke will scatter Come drinke to my friend And let the health end my Coffers and Pockets are empty I now have no more That had wont to have store ther 's scarcity where there was plenty My friends are all gone And left me alone I think I must now drink cold water There 's nought but sad woe Upon me doth grow Because with my forke I did scatter Now this is the story Of prodigall glory who thought that he never shold lack No drinke nor no meat Now he hath to eate nor cloathes for to put on his back His friends they forsake him And woe doth o're take him because he was too frée of nature That never did mind How time comes behind who mows though with fork he did scatter His leaves they grew gréene But they were not séene for Autumne them quickly did kill Then let youth beware And have a great care and trust not too much to their will Least a prison them catch Or a house without thatch and glad of brown bread cold water To God thanks le ts give And in a meane live having a care how we doe scatter FINIS N. P. 〈…〉 London Bridge