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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	brother_n	father_n	king_n	4,203	5	3.6326	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04306	Pietas in patrem, or a few teares vpon the lamented death of his most deare, and loving father Richard Barlow late of Langill in VVestmooreland, who dyed December 29. Ann. 1636. By Thomas Barlow Master of Arts, Fellow of Queenes Coll. in Oxon and eldest sonne of his deceased father.	Barlow, Thomas, 1607-1691.	1637 (1637)	STC 1441A; ESTC S114793	7,728	20

PIETAS IN PATREM OR A FEVV TEARES VPON THE LAMENTED DEATH OF HIS MOST DEARE AND LOVING Father RICHARD BARLOW late of Langill in VVestmooreland who dyed December 29. Ann. 1636. By THOMAS BARLOW Master of Arts Fellow of Queenes Coll. in OXON and eldest sonne of his deceased father Sed lachrymae pondera vocis habent OXFORD Printed by VVilliam Turner Ann. Dom. 1637. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Vpon the lamented death of his most deare and loving father Richard Barlow late of Langill in VVestmooreland MY Father dead stay stay report and tell This heavy newes by parcells say the bell Toules for my dearest father say that he Is very sicke yet his recovery Is not impossible pause here untill We have digested this for so it will Make way for more and if it must be soe Say then hee 's dead for by this meanes the woe Divided may be overcome which all At once might cause another funerall And kill us too Such undivided feares Might even overwhelme and drowne with 〈◊〉 teares Us now poore Orphans who can onely say Wee had a father But this kinde delay I could not have for it was my hard fate To heare of 's death in this unfortunate Before his sicknesse So that all the woe Which I could either feare or undergoe Seas'd mee at once that I have cause to be O'rewhelm'd with teares and melt with Elegie Yet pardon this my sorrow thou that heares I lost a father who deserv'd the teares Of more then 's children Such a father hee As many wish though few injoy to mee So deare and tender that I cannot say What gratitude requires much lesse repay Well he is gon and in him we may see Our humane frailty and mortality Death knowes no difference Kings and Subjects have Their periods and Exit in the grave This lif 's a sea wherein we all doe saile Some tos'd with waves some with a gentler gale Come calmely to the shore some finde that sea Which wee Pacifique call yet all must be Hurri'd at last into the fatall waves Of the dead sea and so unto their graves With teares transported For my father he By no untimely dath no cruelty Came to his grave this blessing he did find Where he receiv'd his breath there he resign'd It willingly to heaven nor in the spring And morning of his life nor withering With too much age but in those yeares which he A blessing found and not a misery Thus dy'd my father nay he is not dead Although he be intomb'd and buried Deepe in the grave so that we need not weepe He is but go● and sweetly falne asleepe And will againe awake no good man dyes But as the day-starre sets againe to rise 'T is truth nay 't was impossible that he Should dye in that blest time th' Nativity Of life it selfe ● no no that was an houre Which put a period to all the power Of death and th' grave this did my father see With joy of heart and then desir'd to bee Free'd from those troubles and the many woes Which sinne begets and then did thirst for those Those better joyes And having got release From all those miseries hee went in peace To his long long-desired home where hee Findes sweetest peace and immortalitie Tho. Barlow Vpon my dreame at OXON which was this I being at Oxon and not knowing that my father was either dead or sicke neare about the time he dyed dreamed hee was dead and the impression was so violent that it awoke me and being awake I found that that dreamed-sorrow had caused reall teares which had strangely wet even the pillow where my head lay IT was ' i th' night when the earth 's gloomy shade Involved had our hemisphere and made Deepe silence to the world when did appeare Those many glorious lampes which in that spheare Are firmely fix'd for ever that which we Doe justly call the worlds rich canopie Then in the dead of night when sleepe did close My weary eyes and nature did compose My outward limbes to rest then did I see Strange apparitions and a Tragedie In which my father acted I did joy To see my deare deare father though a toy A dreame did represent him But anon The scene was changed and amid the throng My father was to die it was his fate As I conceiv'd onely to personate And act a funerall onely to die In shew and in a seeming Tragedie But this soone altered and methought I see My dearest father dead cold dead and wee All mourning by him when anon they call Away away come to the funerall And then o'rwhelm'd with woe a thousand feares And griefes possesse my troubled soule and teares Gush from my sleeping eyes not onely dream'd And phansi'd teares but reall such as stream'd From true not fained sorrow though to me The ground was onely dreame and phantasie All this I dream'd and neare about that day Wherein my father entered on his way To bless'd Elysium where for ever he Findes sweetest peace and immortalitie Say now profound Philosopher and you That ferret natures mysteries say how It was but possible my fathers fall Should so possesse my soule how 's funerall Should cause such violence of griefe in me Who neither heard nor saw his obsequie Can things at such a distance move can feares Arise from unknowne danger or can teares Such reall teares spring from a cause so small As bare imagination can all Your speculations this knot unty And give a cause from true Philosophy Or was 't from higher cause those powers divine Which rule the universe who doe untwine The thread of life they visted was 't that I Might really partake in Elegie And teares as well as losse was 't to fulfill At least in part my dying fathers will Who often wish'd me there for thus my heart Was present at his grave and bore a part In that sad funerall no no so high Wee need not goe as sacred extasie Or any raptures to unfold a cause Of this dream'd-reall sorrow when the lawes Of nature will affoord one we doe see In well affected bodies th' misery Of any part affects the whole we know In trees the high'st part suffers if below The root be perished when any paine Torments our head how suddenly each veine Each part partakes in sorrow 'cause from thence As from a fountaine comes that influence Which animates the whole And can hee die Which gave me life and beeing and yet I Be unaffected still unlesse from thence I have a post or some intelligence To say he 's dead oh no it was in mee Natures just law and inbred sympathie Anticipating knowledge caus'd those teares Which did not come from knowne though reall feares Tho Barlow To his most loving Brother R. Barlow upon his Fathers death YOur father 's gone and you are left behinde Heire of his fortunes may you