Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	call_v	dead_a	life_n	4,436	5	4.6305	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09626	Festum voluptatis, or The banquet of pleasure furnished with much variety of speculations, wittie, pleasant, and delightfull. Containing divers choyce love-posies, songs, sonnets, odes, madrigals, satyrs, epigrams, epitaphs and elegies. For varietie and pleasure the like never before published. By S.P. Gent.	Pick, Samuel.	1639 (1639)	STC 19897; ESTC S114710	19,277	64

man'd To part the head and members yet 't is pitty But what cares she for head I hope she scornes Were he seaven heads she 'd crown them all with horns On Age. IF we love things long sought for age is a thing That we are fifty yeeres a compassing Vpon Church a whore hunter HEre lyes a Church triumphant still in evill That never fought with sin the world nor devill But still with flesh he changed friendly knocks And so to shun the Plague dy'd of the Pox. Vpon faire Mistresse Eliz. Ambar REader stay see who lyes here Attracting Ambar shining cleare Yet death that clearnesse cloudeth now But being bright it shineth through Vpon a Colliar HEre lyes the Colliar Ienkin Dashes By whom death nothing gain'd he swore For living he was dust and Ashes And being dead he is no more Vpon a young Gentlewoman STay doe not passe here fixe your eyes Upon a Virgins Obsequies Pay tribute to a troubled heart 'T is but one teare before you part And what are teares they are but streames Of sorrow which like frightfull dreames Disturbe our senses yet I crave No other sacrifice to have But if you passe and let fall none Y' are harder then this marble stone Your love is coldet and your eyes Are senselesse of my miseries Vpon a great Vsurer TEn in the hundred lyes under this stone And a hundred to ten but to ' th Devill he 's gone On a young Gentlewoman NAture in this small volume was about To perfect what in women was left out But fearing least a peece so well begun Might want preservatives when she was young Ere she could finish what she undertooke Threw dust upon it and shut up the Booke Of one that loved Sack as his soule GOod Reader blesse thee be assur'd The spirit of Sack lies here immurd Who havoc't all he could come by For Sack and here quite sackt doth lye Of a curst wife IF it be true what I heare tell That some affirme the grave is hell And if that hell be then so neere The veriest Devill in hell lyes here One that dyed with griefe a few dayes after her husband HE first deceased she a little cry'd To live without him lik't it not and dy'd A double fellow ill composed HEre lyes one double in his grave For he was still a foole and knave Vpon faire Elizabeth Butter HEre lyes sweet Butter turn'd to grasse To make sweet Butter as it was Vpon John Death a good fellow HEre Deaths inter'd that liv'd by bread Then all should live now Death is dead On a selfe conceited foole HEre lyes a man that was an Asse Then sure he 's better then he was One that cheated his father HEre lyes a man who in a span Of life beyond his father ran On an Vsurer HEre lyes on Ten per Cent. In deathshouse and payes no rent An Elegie by the Author upon the death of his deare father Master Edward Picke TO tell my losse so well to each man knowne Were to lament my selfe not him that 's gone That were to cry out helpe to those that ly By the same griefe dead to eternity But yet that men may fully understand Know 't was my father even by whose hand I first had breath and I will give him fame By writing in a double kind his name I doe confesse he 's gone and yet my losse If tould is undervalued so grosse So young are my complaints that I lament In petty notions sorrowes rudiment My infant teares yet knowe not all my woe Because I knew not all that was to grow In him a graft all hope but riper yeeres Shall teach me how to parallell my teares And so improove I may as he did grow In vertue daily thriving in my woe Did we not lose enough when Adam fell By thee curst fruit but thou must longer still Produce our myseries and when w' are best By tempting one must murther all the rest Was he too good for earth and did heaven call To have him there so that he needs must fall If so 't is well for it was equity Man-kind and he by the same fate should dye But though th' art dead thy memory survives And thy good deeds shall out-last others lives SA PICK. An Elegie upon the death of his deare friend Mistresse PRISCILLA WADL HEre though her spot lesse span-long life be spent Are silent steps to shew where goodnesse went Nature did in such rare compleatnesse make her To shew her Art and so away did take her For she was onely to us wretches lent For a short time to be our president Goods we inherite daily and possession O that in goodnes were the same succession For then before her soule to heaven she breathed She had to each of us a part bequeathed Of her true wealth and closing thus her eyes Would have enrich'd her sex with Legacies SA PICK. Vpon the death of Mistresse Sarah Wadl WEepe weepe your sorrowes are well paid For 't is a Virgin here is layd You that shall see this Monument And cannot at this fight lament The conscious marble will you show How to discharge your comely woe Either you may the occasion fit By melting into teares like it Or if you punish not your eye By weeping cause it fatally Behold her Tombe then may you moane By standing stupid like the stone Yet both these sorrowes are well paid For 't is a Virgin here is laid FINIS

marres her quite And makes a sound man sick or dead out-right What Virgin can resist when he doth boast He can restore her Maiden-head if lost Which at her marryage shall be found as strict As any girles that love did nere afflict When he doth promise by a Physick feat To let the wombe and paps from growing great To give her unguents and complections store To make her Beauties rare reflexions more To keep her body still in healthfull state And make her merry in despight of fate Which having will to promise skill to do What wench can chuse but love and please him too Tangus your Art your nature truly hits That helps or hinders loves still burning fits But take heed Tangus how you empty still The wombes which you with working Physick fill Least some repentant wench which us'd you have Say at her end you us'd her like a knave Then let me thee admonish without stripes Give no more Physick with such Glister-pipes Covetous Patrons PAtrons are Latrons then by this Th' are worst of greedy people Whose Cognizance a Wolfes-head is And in his mouth a steeple Lucillas white going LVcida lightly all in white doe goe To lay her chastity a whitning so Of no fish call'd Salmon A Man call'd Salmon Sivern banks dwelt under That his wife Salmons spawn'd then was no wōder Stophus marryed a faire foole STophus with his great wit a foole hath wed Strange death the living's bound so to the dead Womens Maskes IT seemes that Maskes doe women much disgrace Sith when they weare them they do hide their face Beares bated loose is the worst of loose sports and why I Like not of loose sports Beares baitings play Sith Beares broke loose teach men to run away Of much promising LOrds promise soone but to performe are long Then would their purse-strings were ty'd to their tongue To Severus BEleeve Severus that in these my rymes I taske no person but the common crymes Vpon Hugh HVgh should have goue to Oxford th' other day But turn'd at Tiborne and so lost his way Of Jack-Cut purse IAck-cut-purse is and hath beene patient long For he 's content to pocket up much wrong Bell the Tinker BEll though thou dye decrepit lame forlorne Thou wast a man of Mettall I le be sworne Crooke-backs payement CRook-back to pay old scores will sell his state And though he do he 'l never make all straight Barbars care Neat Barber Trim I must commend thy care Which doest all things exactly to a haire Case is altered TOm Case some doe report was lately haltered If this be true why then the case is altered Of Stupid Binus SIth time flies fast away his fastest flight Binus prevents with dreaming day and night The Prodigall and the Miser all on t THe ding Thrift and the Misers fault 's all one For neither wots how well to use his owne Of Flavias lookes after her fall FLavia lookes feebly since she caught a fall So lookes as if she could not doe withall Against Gella and her Consumption GElla is light and like a candle wasteth Ev'n to the snuffe that stinketh more it lasteth Of false praise THe praise of Arts which ill we deeme Like smoake goes out as soone as seene In medio consist it virtus A Gallant courting of a game-some maid Said sweet oh let me kisse your hands and feet In signe of humblest love good sir she said Both those for your sweet lips are most unmeet But vertue 's in the mid'st than vertue there If you will kisse you may if not forbeare Against Ladyes fantasticall attire IF Ladyes manners with their gaudes agree Then they seeme such they would not seeme to be But if they would not be as th' are in sight Let them not weare what makes them seeme so light Malsters ill measure SUch Malsters as ill measure sell for gaine Are not meere knaves but also knaves in graine Vpon Divine Roscios TWo famous Roscios chanc't I to espie Acting a Metamorphosis while I Sleep under the covert of a shady wood Where great Archias for the Empire stood Who did their severall actions thus define Art-full the one the other most divine Drunken promises YOu promise mountaines unto me When over night starke drunke you be But nothing you performe next day Henceforth be morning drunke I pray The worlds in a Band. A Fellow judg'd to dye for filtching ware At his confession did himselfe compare In Metaphors unto the world wherein Contained is the Centinell of sin The hang-man hearing this when he had pray'd Began to scoffe and thus deriding said I may attempt what I desire wer 't land For why I have the world now in a Band. The Woman Cuckold FRancisco vants he gave his wife the horne She frowns she frets and takes the newes in scorne And though you did quoth she yet you indeed Must weare the horne because you are the head A Cuckold A Cuckold is a dangerous beast why so Nam Cornu ferit ille Caveto Rest in motion ALl motion ceaseth when it hath it's end So say Philosophers then how is it That Cailus loving long old Kate his friend Love being a motion in marryage knit Doth beat her every day what rest is this Why rest of Love while hate in motion is Dols a drab and yet no Curtezan A Punk 's call'd Courtezan of courtesie Then Dol's a Drab and yet no Courtezan For with her friends she deales most cruelly And in loves skirmish spoyleth many a man Yet is she kind and courteous where she takes And plaies with them but seld ' they have their stakes On traversing the errour of an action ONe Lawyer once anothers wife did woe That she with him would enter Action too The issue joyn'd the husband wronged soe Seeing the intruder quite his wife ore ' throwe He right well swing'd them both for that compaction So canvased the error of their Action Of womens Metamorphosis according to the time and place SOme women are in Churches Saints or more Angels abroad at home too like the Devill At windowes Syrens Parrots at the dore And in their gardens Goates or more uncivill And Tradesmen that nere match till they have much In deadly danger are to meet with such Against promise breaking VEntus doth promise much yet still doth breake So all his promises are great and weake Like Bubbles in the water round and light Swelling so great that they are broke out-right No good wives in London THe Countri's full of good wives specially The wives of all the clownes and yeomandry But Tripe-wives Broom-wives Oyster-wives all We still in London Mistresses doe call Then London hath no good wives sith they abide All in the Country better to be try'd Fast and loose PAphus was married all in hast And now to rack doth run So knitting of himselfe too fast He hath himselfe undone A Man in Print A Man in Print once such a man I saw Who whipt but vice in print and then did draw