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	father_n	son_n	4,487	5	4.8552	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A47782	Joseph reviv'd, or, The twelve last chapters of Genesis metaphrazed containing the life & death of holy Joseph / by George Lesly ...	Lesly, George, d. 1701.	1676 (1676)	Wing L1177; ESTC R7199	28,157	72

Brethren and a Present makes To Pharaoh who did instantly enquire What is your Trade or what will you desire We 're Shepherds and Sojourners in this Land Whose greatest errand is to kiss thy hand The next to see our Brother and have place Our Flocks to feed in Canaan there 's no grass The piercing Drought so scorched hath the land That there is nothing to be seen but Sand If therefore we shall of thee favour find Grant's Goshen Pastures and for this we 'll bind Our selves to be thy Subjects and our Seed Of thee and thine shall stand in Kingly dread Then Pharaoh unto Joseph did reply Since they 'r come down what will I them deny My Crown but spare and ask what e'r they please I 'le give all things conducing to their ease My Land 's before them as for their request In Goshen for them Dwellings make in haste And for a greater proof of love to thee Choose out among them some will active be And put my Cattel all into their hands Their hire from me let it be Gold and Lands But pray thee Joseph where 's thy aged Sire His face to see I have a great desire Greatest of Kings you shall lo here he is This said old Israel doth great Pharaoh bless Saying my Lord the King of Kings protect Your Sacred Person and since you respect Me and my Sons I 'le never cease to pray For you with hands to Heav'n lift night and day My thanks said Pharaoh now I must be bold To ask one question I would know how old Thou art Good Jacob soon this answer made An hundred thirty summers I have had As many winters have I also been In pilgrimage unsettled I mean Yet few and evil if you 'l deign to look Upon a Line in this my Table-book Where is inserted faithful Abrahams age An hundred and seventy five his stage Completes my father Isaac liv'd five more Though all this time their grievances were sore This said the old man looking round about Blesseth the King takes leave and walketh out Now come said he Son since you know I have Your Kings good will a fitting place I crave Where I and all my Children safe may be From all Sedition and Conspiracy Then Joseph beckn'd to his Sire and said Rameses is the best that can be had There take possession this my Lord commands These are your Writings signed with our hands The famine's great yet Joseph wills that he Since come to Egypt have no scarcity Of bread tho'in Canaan'd Egypt there was want In so much that the most began to faint For hunger but that Egypts Nursing Father Its currant money into stores did gather And such as from Canaan was brought to buy Corn he doth put into th'Treasury Now Egypts money doth begin to waste Which made the Natives run to him in haste And say Sir you must grant us fresh supply Of bread and corn or else for want we die There 's none but you can grant us any aid Who answered You 've got as much as paid But this my counsel is which if you take To bring your cattel you will not be slack And them for corn and bread exchange with me What profit they if you of famine die The hunger-starv'd Egyptians at this Do much rejoyce yea and with blessing bless The Ruler and with chearful hearts do bring Their Horses Cattel Flocks and every thing Except their Land all 's laid at Josephs feet Who willingly receiv'd and gave them meat Poor creatures they had good cause to fear For this provision ended with that year Was but the sixth since that great want began When it was ended they to Joseph ran Again for more lay'ng out their wretched case And saying to him We must die alass Our Money gone our Cattel you did crave We brought them now our Land is all we have Come buy this also let 's not starved be And we our selves will serve our King and thee Let us have Seed that we again may try Whether our Land as yet will fructifie At this his tender heart is fill'd with grief And eyes with tears which way for their relief Procures for he to Pharaoh makes it o're Making him Landlord who was King before Their ancient Livings he bids them forsake And for the future other Dwellings take For which they should to Pharaoh Egypts King As to the owner yearly Rent in bring But to the Priests there was more kindness show'n Who parted with no Land that was their own For they on that which was to them allow'd Liv'd all that while as when the Land was plow'd Then Joseph said Behold I have you bought Your Land and all I 'm sure there is not ought Which is not Pharaohs wherefore take you Seed And sow in haste I know you will not need To fear the Famine this is the last year Of Egypt's drought you know hath cost you dear It s former increase you again shall have Of which a Fifth Part I will yearly crave For Pharaoh's use the Four that is behind Dispose of that according to your mind For Seed for Food for you and for your Store Fear not it will be fruitful as before With bowed heads and chearful countenance They thus reply Since we our sustenance These barren years had from our Lord and thee Be gracious to us we your Servants be It is enough we live to serve our King What he commands that will we to him bring Only the Priests did this great Tax escape For all they sow'd all to themselves they reap Behold the kindness of an Heathen King To those who did but hellish Sophismes sing Yet all this while Joseph hath not forgot To settle on Jacob the most happy Lot In all the Land of Goshen where he might Dwell happily and have thereof full right Now that Gods Promise might fulfilled be He multiplies and grows exceedingly When he in Egypt 17 years had been Most prosperous and his Sons glory seen Of Age a 147 then he Prepares himself Deaths Captive for to be For calling Joseph's Father and his Child And looking with a countenance most mild Dear Son said he Age makes me now believe That I must Egypt and my Children leave This heard the Ruler's heart is fill'd with grief And Eyes with tears No Son there 's no relief Said Jacob Seventeen years I 've liv'd in thee Now 't is enough my God I must go see Yet while I live one thing I must implore Grant it my Child as thou hast done much more Which is when dead that then in Canaan I May buried be and with my Fathers lie This granted he comm●●ds him for to swear That he his Corps to Macpelah will bear And then in token of his thankfulness He leans on 's Bed and doth his Maker bless Sad tidings soon sounds in the Rulers ear After 's departure that his Father dear Was ill at ease and willed him in haste To pay 'm a Visit e'r his life was