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	life_n	lord_n	6,046	5	3.5458	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02218	The Popes pittiful lamentation, for the death of his deere darling Don Ioan of Austria and deaths aunswer to the same. With an epitaphe vpon the death of the said Don Ioan. Translated after the French printed coppy. by H.C.	Chettle, Henry, d. 1607?, attributed name.; Constable, Henry, 1562-1613, attributed name.; H. C.; Gregory XIII, Pope, 1502-1585, attributed name.	1578 (1578)	STC 12355; ESTC S105875	1,963	10

❧ The Popes pittiful Lamentation for the death of his deere darling Don Ioan of Austria and Deaths aunswer to the same With an Epitaphe vpon the death of the said Don Ioan. Translated after the French printed coppy by H. C. ¶ The Popes Lamentation O Heauen O Earth O Elaments and all therein containde Lament with me powre forth your plaints iust cause hath so cōstraind Sith cursed Death in cruel wise hath reft me my delight Don Ioan of Austria ▪ he that sought by all the meanes he might To saue my church me from harme ▪ to strengthen my estate And with his power to punish those that did my doings hate Mine eyes sende forth your brinish teares more cause you neuer had Since he is d●ad whose douty deedes erst made my hart ful glad Now let my Halles be hangd about with mestfull morning weed● For plea●āt things procure my paine d●lights my dole doe breede Come come my carefull Cardnalles now my Prelates and the rest That wonted were to wish me well I pray ye all be prest To waile with woe the want of him that during tearme of life Neglected nought that might bee wrought to make our glory rife Alas how am I gript with grife what cares do compasse me For losse of him whom I ordainde my Champion cheefe to be To ●ight with those that were my foes whom I had handled so That he beleeude I was a God aswell as many moe That with my charmes I did inchaūt to finde his like againe In all the world who so should seeke would labour loose in vaine And for this cause I called him to state of hye degree Prouoking him to that which should for my preferment bee Ful wel my couenaūts could he keepe my lawes and statutes large My Buls pardons pleas'd him wel they weare his cheefest charge And therfore Death I curse thee now and eke thy cruel dart Which did to that renowmed Prince thy p●ysoned power impart These Huguenots thou mightest haue hitte to pacifye thine yre And let this worthy wight alone to further my desyre Thou hast not onely striken him but diuerse more besyde As by thy deadly Darte appeares that in theyr blood was di'de Thy furious force from me remooue and straight thy strength extend Uppon a Prince whose name I hate at him thy battry bende So shall my sorrow somewhat cease but gr●ater griefes will growe If thus thou seeke gainst me and mine thy rigorous rage to show FINIS ¶ Deathes aunswer CUrse me as much as care thou can I waye it nought at all Each earthly Wight I can constraine to come when I doo call T●e s●ruaunt o● the liuing Lorde 〈◊〉 am and must obaye His heauēly hests whō he commaūds I must without delaye Depriue of life my pearsinge Darte must execute his will On all that bide within my bounds not one can scape by sk●ll Both Princes Lords lo●ty Peeres I quickly can constraine To follow me and quite forgoe their goodly gorgious traine Thy selfe that saist thou art a God to blinde and bl●are mens eyes Shalt passe the path that oth●rs doe no meanes thou maist deuise To shonne the snare but with the rest thou must my rigour● taste If I intende to touch thee once thy waile●ull wordes are wast Though frant●ck fooles thy court frequent from contryes far ne●re And honour thee as God on earth to make thy pompe appear● Whereby they robbe the liuing Lord of all his honor quight I 'le pul thee from thy princely throne and maister thee by might Thy treasures nor thy tripple crowne thy Iems and Iwels rare Cannot corrupt me so as I thy cursed corpes wil spare When I shal call thee from thy pompe that pampreth thee in pride Then shall I laugh to see thee lothe my doleful doome to bide For so my common custome is when with my deadly darte I strike those wightes that one the world haue wholy s●t theyr hart Alas sa●th one a stat●ly howse repl●ate with ritches rare A dainty dame whose deere delights can comfort all my care And store of goodly ground I haue well growen with grasse and graine Faire flocks of sheep feeding beasts with all that may maintaine A happy life yet must I dye and leaue them all behinde O heauy happe what greater greefe might euer grype my minde Another saith I haue a wife whose bewty doth surmount Faire children fraught with natures gifts which makes my ioyes to mount ▪ Aboue the clowds and there withall such gubbes of golde I haue with plate precious stones such store as hart can wish or craue Yet nothing may my raunsome paye ▪ nor me from death redeeme He reaks not ritches euery one he doth alike esteeme Poore people are not found so fond my furious force to flye No meanes they seeke but when I strike they gladly graunt to dye And therefore had I rath●r farre the ritch●r sort assaile That I my selfe might merry make to see them weepe and waile FINIS ¶ Don Ioans Epitaph DOn Ioan of Austria heere entomb'd doth lye that was the worthy warriour willō nam'd Who prowdly did of late his power applye the fatall foyle of Flaunders to haue fram'd Of stomack stoute and hawghty hart he was and made his vaunt the Emperors sonne to bee ▪ But yet the thing he thought to bringe to passe the liuing Lord hath frustrate made wee see The fyrst of October 1578. L'acquis abonde FINIS ❧ Imprinted by I.C.