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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	bring_v	life_n	soul_n	7,766	5	4.9105	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09596	Vt hora, sic fugit vita. A commemoration on the life and death of the right Honourable, Sir Christopher Hatton, Knight, late Lord Chauncellor of England Wherin triumphant trueth reuiueth his memorie from the graue: exhorting nobilitie, gentrie, and duetifull subiects, to continue their obedience to God and her Maiestie, and to preuent by pollicie the perilous practises of euery ciuil and forrain enemy. Published by Iohn Phillips.	Phillips, John, fl. 1570-1591.	1591 (1591)	STC 19876; ESTC S110452	7,761	18

manly did subdue And in sweete Christ his health he did renue Most like a Lambe amidst his greeuous paine He beares the Crosse that God vpon him laide With patience hee his anguishes sustaines In extreamst griefe most faithfully he praide Christ was the rocke whereon he sought to builde All other meanes this Christian Lord exilde Thus in Gods trueth his heart and minde was staide He studied still to exercise his Lawe By-pathes to treade he euer was affraide Of iudgement he did alwaies stande in awe His Lord and God right glad hee was to serue He from his heasts of purpose would not swerue Thus spent this Lord his time in his distresse On Gods sweete will he alwaies did depende To handfast Christ by faith he foorth did prease And he through grace did sweete releife him sende Though bodie his were feeble faint and weake His soule was strong Christ kept the same from wreake When phisicke sought his health for to recure He held Gods word the phisicke for the Spirite From thence he dranke such precious water pure As in the heauens augmented his delight Yet phisicke shew'd on him her wonted skill But all in vaine for God must haue his will Our gratious Queene of curtesie the flowre Faire Englands Gem of lasting blisse and ioye Whom God long shielde with arme of might and powre From all her foes that would worke her annoye From Rich mount came this Lord for to releeue Whose Princely sight great comfort did him giue All meanes she sought to worke her Hattons ease Most louing wordes she gaue the sicke and weake Her Highnes voice his griefes did much appease His heat reuiu'de to heare her Highnesse speake Phisitions then had charge to shewe their skill Vpon this Lord as they would win good will And they with care as subiects to her Grace Obedient were to waite vpon their cure On whom they wrought God knowes a certaine space Deuising howe their health he might procure Fiue daies our Queene remain'd with the destrest Who thought himselfe through her for to be blest She tooke her leaue and bad this Lord farewell And he to heauen with handes outstretched hie Calles vnto him that in the heauens dooth dwell With grace from heauen her Highnes to supplie Long liue saide he most gratious Queene in peace God make thee stronge the rage of foes to cease Thus praide our Queene to God to sende him health And he to heauen for her safegard dooth call That long she might liue in the common wealth To shield the good and bring the bad to thrall He tooke his leaue of his most gratious Queene And praised God she had his comfort beene Phisitions then did on this Lord attend And graue diuines were euer at his hand But that which God dooth minde to bring to end Its vaine for man to gain say or withstand His hope was heauen his trust was in Gods sonne Small was the ease that he by phisicke wonne Time passeth on and calles this Lord away The Sexten waights to ring his dolefull Knell But he prepares himselfe to watch and pray He leaues the world and hopes with Christ to dwell And as by Christ in trueth this Lord was taught With th'oyle of faith his Lampe was fully fraught Securely he to sleepe thought it not meete The sleepe of sinne he did abandon quite He look't for Christ his Lord and Sauiour sweete His hope and trust in his deere death was pight His wedding Roabes with ioy he did prouide In hope to feast with Christ and his sweete Bride What were the words he to the world did leaue He by his will all things in order set He sought no man of duetie to deceiue His hope was Christ from him he comfort fet And as he had beene euerie poore mans friend So he in minde the poore had to his end The Schooles of skill where science dooth abound He thought vppon and dayly had in minde Poore Captiues that in clogs of care are bound To ease their griefe he some releife assignde His seruants all whose loue to him was tender For seruice doone he duely did remember But waxing faint and drawing to his ende He leaues his Queene vnto the Lord of might Desiring him from griefe her to defende And all her foes to foile and put to flight From treasons vilde and Traytors Lord her saue And let thy Trueth through world her passage haue Farewell my Peeres the Lord God be your guide Her Counsell graunt with thy grace to direct That they a salue may day by day prouide To shielde the good and cut off the infect Her Highnes weale God make them still to minde And to roote vp rebellious plants vnkinde You manly Knights and Gentlemen adue Be stronge in Trueth and constant to your Queene Farewell to you good Subiects iust and true Nowe from your hearts let loyal●… 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Vpholde the state be Pillers found 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 False not your fayth to God and Prince be iust Be not seduc'st by any popish meane Abhorre and hate their doctrine most vnpure Those raskall Priests as Traitors holde vncleane That would you from obeysance due allure Cleaue you to Christ let Pope and blind guides goe They speake of peace but minde your ouerthrowe Thus time in Trueth runne ouer fast away And sickenes sharpe gaue more and more increase And death dooth waite to close his corpes in clay But he for grace to call dooth neuer cease Sweete Christ I sue for mercie vnto thee Bowe downe thine eare from hell my soule set free His sonne adopt Sir William Hatton Knight He dooth exhort obediently to liue In God and Trueth he wils him to delight And to his Prince her honour due to giue Thus shalt thou win deserued praise and fame And spotlesse keepe for euer Hattons name And thankes to you my Seruants for your paine Hencefoorth for mee you may take ease and rest I see with you I shall not long remaine For death to sacke my life is present prest But pray my faith in Christ may neuer faile Life is no losse death workes for mine auaile And now sweete death most welcome vnto mee Thy stroakes ne can ne shall me once dismay No griefe but ioy I shall obtaine by thee Although thou come to take my life away Yet Christ to me a Crowne of life will giue Death dies 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●ith him shall liue I call to t● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Sauiour come My silly 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And in the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 of doome A 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Lord me make I come 〈◊〉 thy 〈◊〉 Lord receiue My 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 soule to thee I le●… O happie 〈◊〉 that made so good an end Thy Queene thy want with noble Peeres dooth waile Thy 〈◊〉 adopt laments his deerest friend Drie dumpes of dole constraines his ioy to faile Poore Suters weepe thy seruants pensiue are The needie poore with teares their woes declare Thus Trueth the trueth hath set before your eyes His life and death most truely is set downe And let the trueth both rich and poore suffice Who spreades his praise in euery Port and Towne A godly life he ledde vpon the earth And in Gods feare did render vp his breath Then Lordings yeelde in weedes of wailefull woe To bring his corps vnto the gaping graue Hee's gone before the way he dooth you showe And you your selues of life no charter haue Then thinke on death which way so ere you wend He followes you your pilgrimage to ende Thus though this Lord vnto the world be dead His faith in Christ the ioyes of heauen hath wonne Sinne Hell and Death he vnder feete dooth treade And liues in blisse with Christ Gods onely sonne Then Lordings chaunge your griefes to ioye againe For Hatton lines and death in him is slaine FINIS