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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	bring_v	see_v	sin_n	6,315	5	4.8674	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10085	Honors fame in triumph riding. Or, The life and death of the late honorable Earle of Essex	Pricket, Robert.	1604 (1604)	STC 20339; ESTC S115234	11,632	34

Bounty scorne That largely bare frō him great sheaues of corne Such tricks as these Time-seruers vse What Vertue will they not abuse He faythfull was and constant to his friend In Loue and Iustice alwayes permanent His Honours Word who did thereon depend Found that true Action with his Promise went No purse nor pocket could that Lord contayne Who giues most Fy he scorn'd such hateful gain No partiall eye made bad things good T'wixt both that Prince vprightly stood He was not hollow like the Vaults of hell His soundnesse fled from base hypocrisy He fetcht no rules from hel-borne Machiauel His learning was diuine Philosophy His word and deed without a false intending In Honors Lyst went on the Truth commending His vertues steps to Truth enclinde Close subtile falshood vnderminde In deeds of Warre he was a Souldier tryde True Fortitude dwelt in his valiant brest The hope of England on his Sword relyde Amongst our Worthies let him stand for best When he was armde in warres Habilliments His Glorie seemde a matchlesse Excellence His person as his vertues rare Might Peerelesse with the world compare His Wisdome Learning and his Eloquence His well-grac't speech and flowing vtterance His quicke conceit and Wisdomes comprehence All these rare Gifts his honour did aduance And made him liue the Mirrour of our time Beyōd whose worth no worthier step could clime God and Nature did consent To make his Substance excellent He was not proud but humble courteous meeke Ambitious then who rightly terme him can From Articke Pole to the Antartike seeke But neuer finde a brauer Gentleman Crosse all the Zoans and in no Clymate dwells A Vertue that his Vertues worth excells But he is dead yet shall he liue Fame to his praise shall honor giue Where 's now the heart of Flint or Marble stone That mournes not for the losse of him so deare The Flower of a Kingdomes pride is gone No Time no land brought foorth a worthyer Peere No King nor Queen a better seruant had No Subiect more did make his countrey glad And for his fault to mourne with mee Millions of weeping eyes I see Who so beheld the choise of natures arte with noble presence and Maiestick steps When from his chamber honor did depart to place preparde a fatall death to fetch Might there haue seene shine in a princely eye The beames of honour and nobilitie Valiant prowesse resolution rare Vndanted thoughts to death did beare He like himselfe in roabes of honor clad with countnance cleare and lookes heroicall Went on as if in heart he had beene glad to meete his friends at some great feastiuall His noble minde the path of death did tread As if it did vnto some triumph lead And thus by this thinke in thy thought Thou see'st him to the scaffold brought Nay weepe not yet reade on an Earle behold as constant as is heauens celestiall frame See how he mounts with valiant courage bold in bloud to write the letters of his fame Vpon the scaffold see him walking now To deaths spectators doth he humbly bow Oh her 's a sight yet comes a worse To make the world that time to curse The oracle of godly wisdome then with siluer sound these speeches forth did send My Lords and all you worthy Gentlemen that comes to see the period of my end I not denie but this confesse I must My triall hath beene honourably iust And so the lawe my cause did trie As iustice doom'd me thus to die Yet in the presence of that all Creators sight before whose throne I presently shall stand Against the state I neuer bent my might nor gainst my soueraigne reard a traitors hand Some priuate foes my sword would haue displast By whom I thought my honour was disgrast From that intent grew my amis For which offence death welcome is With things below I haue not now to deale my peace twixt God and conscience must I make And that my Christ his woūds my woūds may heale pray all with me that God for Christ his sake Would in his death intombe my sinnes most vilde That dying I may dye his faithfull childe So kneeling downe zeale sorrow faith To God a heauenly praier saith Not any tongue more heauenly graces spake not any hart more godly sorrow felt Not any Prince a wiser prayer could make not any soule with God and conscience delt More plainely nor made better testament That from this world his soule to glorie went With gracious spirit he begins And gratiously his prayer ends Then rising vp with vnstainde glorie still he doth himselfe for stroake of death prepare Off goes his gowne and with an humble will his band throwne hence his neck holeaueth bare His doublet next his honoured selfe layes by with smiling lookes and cheerefull maiestie To read and weep is order kept With him that sigh'd and writ and wept The hand that then should send him to his graue he calles to see feare playes the hangmans part But Noblenesse a noble welcome gaue my friend said he why faints thou in thy hart Resolue to doe thy office cheerefully The deaths man kneeling doth for pardon crye Honor bids rise why shouldst thou feare Thou art but Iustice minister Thus nobly did the life of honors breath a conqueror like all worldes respects subdue So did he triumph in the gates of death as if he then no such like danger knew Oh let his fame vnto the world be spred Whose fortitude was neuer conquered Let thy conceit his action see And reade and sigh and weepe with me Now takes heleaue of all the standers by his comely grace was vertues ornament Griefe then drownd vp each sad beholders eye whilst his blest soule was wrapt in sweet content Then kneeling downe all prostrate flat he lies With neck on block his bloud to sacrifice And to his deaths man say he did Strike when thou seest my armes are spred There might you see how Honour downe was throwne and yet his eyes from earth to heauen ascends His youth was like a lofty Ceder growne but now his death his soule to heauen cōmends My Christ saith he I come thy armes vnfolde My soule do thou in thy imbracements holde And thus he bids the world adue And then his armes abroad he threw Stay pawse thinke sigh weepe first then read on now comes a sight to rend woes hart in sunder No mournefull eye did euer looke vpon a wofull worke perform'd with greater wonder Resolued honour now perceiue you may All fearles for the stroake of death doth stay His eyes his lookes to heauen commends The place to which his soule intends Base wretch whose hand true honors bloud should spill deaths axe did first into his shoulder strike Vpreard againe he strikes a blow as ill nor one nor other were directed right Honor ne're moou'd a third blow did deuide The body from the worlds admired pride Was that the way to lose a head To haue an Earle so butchered From gaping wounds

pure streames of bloud gusht forth from azurd vaines the foode of life distild Wisedome loue faith renowne and honor both were all at once thus hackt thus chopt thus kild There was a sight to send forth sorrowes floud A Swanny whitenes wrapt in robes of bloud But thinke you saw him and for his sake Then let your teares woes period make Thus masacard in strength of lusty youth was Englands Earle whose worth the world admir'd His life till now had prou'd his honors truth vntimely was his fatall death conspir'd If any read whose hand was stain'd therein Let some vild death make known his damned sin The rest that mourne let sorrowes tide Make honors fame in triumph ride Go to the Courts of Denmarke France Spaine and sadly tell his dolefull tragicke seane And marke what sighs your words will entertaine and see what teares from honored eies will streame In any place within earths compasse round This tale but told may sighs and teares be sound Faire Ladies they with drownd vp eies To honors fame will sacrifice And when report hath tolde his sorrowes story his life and death and actions done by him Then reard vp hands will wonder at his glory each hearer seemes in sorrowes flouds to swim And then they say would not his Queene forgiue His fault that such a peerelesse prince might liue Yes had she knowne asmuch as they He had not then beene cast away Her Royall brest was falsly oft accusde of cruell deeds but She was mercies childe For honors death She well may be excus'd by priuate tales rough worke was smoathly filde Could he but once Her glories sight haue gaind And vnto Her his wrongs and woes complaind Then had he liu'd and that they knew Whose hate her hart from him withdrew But could her eyes these weeping lines peruse her princely teares would show hir sorrows griefe Her selfe would say they did hir grace abuse that in that action were the actors chiefe And truth to say I thinke her Maiesty Was chiefest mourner in that tragedy Though now a fluent nimble wit Can bouldly play the polliticke I doe not striue Inuectiuely to speake nor haue I will a wilfull harme to doe A peace confirm'd I would by no meanes breake yet can I not like fawning flatterers woe Let truth be truth and free the dead from wrong And blame him not that sings this sorrowes song For him who did a souldier loue Whose death a souldiers griefe doeth moue Vnto his Country his honours bloud he gaue which for his Country more better had bin spent Vnkinde his Country that worthy bloud to craue which was for her and for her seruice bent His mother England hauing slaine her sonne The world will say it was vnkindly done Though iustice may with this dispence It wanted mercies influence This Yron world hath Angell mercy left worlds worldlings they that vertue hence haue driuen This rotten age is of that grace bereft that mercy now is onely plac'd in heauen And thither is the ghost of honor fled Through ayerie orbes by heauenly angels led Vnto that place where ioye excels And there the soule of honour dwels Where God and Christ and holy ghost combinde inuironde are with glory more then if Ten hundred thousand sunnes at once all shinde and clearly should their radient splendence guise Amidst that glory the soule of Essex stands In endlesse ioy vpheld by Angels hands Then mourne no more heauen hath his spirit Whose life on earth such praise did merit But now heauens God King Queene Prince and state inuiron roūd within thy loues protection Let Britons Monarch like the worlds triumphe rate rule still in peace rulde by thy lawes direction His Nobles blesse and let no priuate hate Procure the meanes our peace to ruinate And thus my Muse his farewell giues And tels the world Fames honour liues Upon the Author and his subiect THou that true Honor from the graue doest raise And on Fames golden wings doest make it flie Who with thy Pen the neuer dying praise From ground doest lift vp to the Starrie skie Of that braue Earle whose life the greatest glory Whose death to Britaine yeeldes the saddest storie Oh giue me leaue thy faithfull hart t' admire Which suffrest not thy loue with him to dye But with thy Muse doest make affections fire To shine most bright now he intomb'd doth lye And as thy sword while he inioy'd his breath So now thy Pen doth serue him after death Thy worke I cannot say doth match his worth For heauen and earth doth equall that no more T is praise for Prickets Pen if it pricke forth Some gowned Muse his fortunes to deplore Schollers and Souldiers both were to him bound Why should they not be both like thankefull found All those braue Romaines whom the world admir'd So much for their high magnanimitie With morrall vertues were not more inspir'd Besides his cleere light of Diuinitie All his lifes morne he like a Romaine led At noone like a Diuine went to deaths bed Epita There sleepes great Essex dearling of mankinde Faire Honors lampe foule Enuies pray Artes fame Natures pride Vertues bulwarke lure of minde Wisdomes flower Valoures tower Fortunes shame Englands sunne Belgias light Frances star Spaines thūder Lysbones lightning Irelands clowde the whole worlds wonder Ch. Best Arm.