Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	bring_v	die_v	life_n	8,298	5	4.5286	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A66559	Cheerfull ayres or ballads first composed for one single voice, and since set for three voices / by John Wilson ...; Cheerfull ayres or ballads	Wilson, John, 1595-1674.; Johnson, Robert, ca. 1583-1633.; Lanier, Nicholas, 1588-1666.	1660 (1660)	Wing W2908; ESTC R207813	17,468	156

with pride he kindle fires Wee 'le drowne them in our chast desires If he Assaile with Dart or Bow Wee le hide them in these hills of Snow so shall his heart plagu'd Mourne and dye While wee smile at his memory and Keep our Hearts our Eyes our Eares free From vaine Sighs sad sad groanes and Tears Cantus Primus J. Wilson LOve and disdaine dwells in my Mistress eyes contending which of them shall first destroy m●e Th' one with his restlesse flames my bosome fryes Th' other no lesse doth with his Ice annoy mee Dearest since these conclude that I must dye will you not mourne at my sad Obsequie Cantus Primus J. Wilson IN a season all oppressed with sad sorrowes poore distressed Troylous said unto his Cressed yeeld O yeeld thee sweet and stay not O no no no no no No no no Sweet Love I may not 2 Strife in Love is Loves uniting These hands were not made for fighting But for mutuall hearts delighting Yeeld O yeeld then sweet and stay not O No No c. 3. Deare if you will still persever In this No which answers never Doe what I desire you ever And againe say No and spare not O No No c. I dare not 4. Since nor time nor place nor plaining Can change this word of disdaining What is there for mee remaining But to dye if you gainsay not O No No c. I may not CUpid thou art a wanton Boy and heretofore mad'st Love a Toy But in thy Raigne a Tyrant art to Wound a Sheaperdesses heart To make her Sigh Swoune Weepe and Pale Thus Sick yet modest will not Vaile But cryes out Hymen 't is your cure For the blind Boy I 'le ne're endure Cantus Primus J. Wilson THough your strangenesse sretts my heart yet may not I Complaine You perswade me 't is but Art that secret Love must feigne If another you affect 't is but a shew t' avoyd suspect Is this faire excusing O no all is abusing When another holds your hand You sweare I have your heart When my Rivalls close doe stand And I stand farre apart They enjoy you every one Yet must I seeme your friend alone Is this faire excusing O no all is abusing ASke mee no more whether doth stray those golden Attoms of the day for in pure Love the Heavens prepare that powder to enrich thy hayre Aske me no More where those starres light that downeward shoote in dead of night for in thine Eyes they set and there fixed become as in their Spheare Aske me no more where Iove bestowes when June is gone the flaming Rose for in thy beautyes Orient deepe all flowers as in their causes sleepe Nor aske me more if East or West The Phoenix builds her Spicie Nest For unto thee at last shee flies And in thy fragrand bosome dyes CLora's false Love made Clora weepe and by a Rivers side Her flocks which Is 't not injustice O yee Gods to kindle my desires And to leave She was wont to keepe neglected thus shee cry'd Poore victory to pierce a His at so much odds as there 's no mutuall fires Heart that was a tender one but Cowardize to spare your dart from his that was a stone First part As shee thus mourn'd the teares that fell Downe from her Love-sick eyes Did in the Waters dropp and swell And into bubbles rise Second Part. Wherein her blubber'd face appeares Now out alas said shee How doe I melt away in teares For him that Loves not mee First Part. Yet as I lessen Multiplie But in lesse forme appeare Thus doe I languish from mine eye And grow new in my teare Breake not the Christall circles mee Sweet streames by your fayre side My Love perhapps may walking bee And I may be espied Second Part. And thus in little drawne and drest In a sad teares attire May force such passions from his breast Shall equall my desire ILove alas but cannot shew it I keep a fire that burnes within Rake't up in Embers Ah could shee know it I might perhaps be Lov'd agen For a true Love may Justly call for friendship Love reciprocall Some Gentle Courteous winde betray mee A Sigh by whispering in her Eare Or let a piteous shower convey mee And drop into her breast a teare Or two or more the hardest flint By often dropps receives a dint Shall I then vexe my heart and rend it That is allready too too weake No no they say Lovers may send it By wrighting what they cannot speake Goe then my Muse and let this verse Bring back my life or else my Hearse IF I dye be this my will Let my spirit serve thee still and desire if not fulfill Thy whole pleasure so approving Death is not the end of Loving Let the Earth my Body have whence it sprung there be my grave Only the remembrance Have of my Image Let death never me from thy Acquaintance sever The last Breath my Tongue shall move be the Ayrie forme of Love And despight of death approve lifes privation thus defying if not dead I love thee dying Cantus Primus J. Wilson GReedy Lover pause a while and remember that a Smile heretofore would have made thy hopes a feast which is more since thy dyet was incr●ast then both Looks and Language too or the face it selfe can doe such a province Is my Hand as if it thou couldst command heretofore there thy lipps would Seem to dwell which is more ever since they sped so well then they can be brought to Doe by my neck and bosome too If the center of my breast a dominion unpossest heretofore may thy wandring thought suffice seeke no more and my heart shall Be thy prize so thou Keep above the Line all the Hemispheare is thine If the flames of love were pure Which by Oath thou didst assure Here-to-fore Gold that goes into the cleere shines the more When it leaves agen the fire Let not then those looks of thine Blemish what they should refine I have cast into the fire Almost all thou could'st desire Here-to-fore But I see thou art to crave More and more Should I cast in all I have So that were I ne're so free Thou would'st burn though not for mee THine eyes to mee like Sunnes appeare or brighter starres their light which Makes it Summer all the yeare Or else a day of Night But truely I doe Think they are but eyes and neither Sunne nor Starre Cantus Primus J. Wilson AWake Awake the Morne will never rise 'till shee can dresse her Beauties at thine eyes The Larke forsakes her watry nest and mounting Shakes her dewy wings taking thy window for the East and as shee Climbes alost shee sings Awake awake the Morne will never rise 'till shee Can dresse her Bauties at thine eyes The Merchant bowes unto the Sea-mans Starre The Plow-man from the Soone his Season takes Only the Lover wonders what they are who seeke for light before his Mistres wakes Awake awake the Morne will