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	life_n	see_v	6,026	5	3.2802	3	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04220	Love's downfal: being a sad and true relation of a young lady, who fell in love with her father's stable-groom, but their loves being discovered, was disappointed by her one father, who would have matcht her to a knight; but she for love of the groom, fell into despair, and in the conclusion made herself away. Likewise how her death shortened he father's days, and how her faithful friend, the groom, ended his own life with a sharp weapon: being a warning to all parents not to match their children against their wills, &c. To the tune of, Flora farewel: or, True love rewarded with loyalty, &c.		1692-1695? (1695)	Wing L3264	692	1

The Dying Lovers Complaint Daphne laments cause Strephon is unkind Wanting his love no comfort he can find ●nd missing that which she desires to have Poor Daphne sighs her selfe into the Grave Tune of Young Phaon I Am quite undone my cruel one has me forsaken quite He is the man in whom I can take pleasure and delight But he 's unkind and now I find my thred is almost spun here I lament in discontent alass I 'me quite undone Whilest others sleep I mourn and weep in tears I ●m almost drownd When absent he is gone from me No comfort can be found In slumbring dreams methinks he seems to be full kind to me But when I wake this great mistake brings sorrow certainly The second part To the same tune My Golden hair I rent and tear like one outragious mad Cupid say I I thee defie thou wicked wanton Lad. A minute then scarce past agest e're I do him implore Cupid say I thy deity I ever will adore Thus do I pass my dayes alass and can no pleasure find ● sigh and cry continually he 's cruel and unkind Twice in a breath I wish for death such torments I endure 〈◊〉 he 's ●ind I ne'r s'hall fin● 〈…〉 get a cure Then down I lye in hopes to dye ●re him I see again But thoughts of him brings life aga●● and thus prolongs my pain Both cur'd and kill'd blood shed 〈◊〉 all in a Moment is From death could he again fetch 〈◊〉 with one poor smile and kiss Thus do I turn I freiz and burn in a most strange condition No Doctors Art can cure my smart except he prove Physitian But hopes of that must be forgot and I must to the grave Come welcome death and stop my breath that I some rest may have Printed for F Cole T. Vere J. Wrigh● J. Clark W. Thackery and T. Passenger