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	sin_n	world_n	4,381	5	4.8047	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13845	The transformed metamorphosis. By Cyril Turner	Tourneur, Cyril, 1575?-1626.	1600 (1600)	STC 24152; ESTC S102026	11,310	60

worlds containe How small mirths place how large the place of paine Who ere 's deceiu'd by this illusion Must surely fall into this deepe abisse Downe to the horror of deepe Phlegeton Whose fi'ry flames like vultures gnaw on flesh Yet iote of it neuer consumed is O let no wight trust to this worldly sheene For such ioyes hate of God best loued beene Erinnis purueyor young elth I meane Teares vp our mothers wombe to finde hir slime And doth ysearch her bowells all vncleane For noysome filth the poyson of our time Base dunghill slaue for meanes for his to clime So may he well for now earths baddest good Makes eu'ry peasant seeme of gentle blood Yet certs if the naked truth I say Nor from the golden mine comes gentry true Nor can this age the next and so for ay Ech his succeeding age with it indue For it 's no heritage to heires t' ensue But shines in them to heau'n their minde that giue Then who doth so in him doth gentrie liue O that old age that kept the treasuries Of great Apollo once whose faltring tongue Intreates old earth performe his obsequies Should now by hell be metamorphosde yong And with desire of soule-infecting dong Seeke vnto vice weake infancie to winne And make his heart Epithesis of sinne The oldest man saith ech day one day more One day nay sure a twelue-months time t' will be Ere seriant death will call me at my doore Craz'd drooping age why can thine eies not see Pale death arresting tender infancie O that his memory thee still would tell Now out of me might death my breath expell Where are the centinels the armed watch Who draw their breath from Phoebus treasurie Somnus awake vnlocke the rustie latch That leades into the caues somniferie Rowze vp the watch lull'd with worlds Syrenie Somnus awake pull off their golden maske And bid them strait finderesize their taske Somnus awake hell and the world conspire Pan is transform'd and al his flocke neere drownd Pan that from heau'n receiu'd his due paid hyre He that was wont vpon the fertile ground Of Arcadie to feed wherein was found No golden India that might preuent That high estate of poore meane rich content Pan that was wont to make his quiet life Th'exordium of ech soule-sweet argument Pan that was wont to make his voide of strife The period of ech sentence of Content Temper'd with surrop of heau'ns document Pan that was once a cleere Epitimie Is now transform'd to hot Epithymie O where are they Apollo did appoint To guard Arcadia's sea-enuiron'd banckes The oceans monarch whom Ioue did annoint The great controller of the whaly ranckes Is landed on Arcadia's tender flankes Enuies protector Pan with gold hath fed And Pan with gold is metamorphosed Wealth 's shipwracke India's minerie The pearly pibble which the Ocean keepes The Treasure-house of Neptunes Thetisie The faire sweete poison of th' infernall deepes Hell's twinckliug instrument that neuer sleepes Is that great gift Tridentifer presents To make faire passage for his soule intents O see that head that once was couered With fleecy wooll that hung on earth-low brakes Is scarce contented now it selfe to wed With what Eriphila from India takes Now Pan of gold himselfe a Cor'net makes His eies that 'fore were clearely cophosie Now cannot see but in a minery His hand to pawes his sheep-hooke to a mace Are metamorphosed his heart whose height Did ne're before o're-peere Arcadia's face With cloud-high thoughts aspiring high is fraight And chaoiz'd Idea's of conceit Doth make his gesture seem a troubled skie And fills his count'nance with sad meteorie Awake O heau'n and all thy pow'rs awake For Pan hath sold his flocke to Thetis pheer O how the center of my soule doth quake That barb'rous India should ouer-peer Fruitful Arcadia the worlds great Peere Hot fiery dust with trickling teares ec'n weeps To see Arcadia's flockes drown'd in the deeps O how vnworthie's he a heard to be That leaues his flocke for ech temptation As into magistrates ech man may see When by the means of vice th' are call'd vpon To execute their duteous function O eu'n as they are knowne when vap'rous vice Breathes forth a mist of blacke iniquities Eu'n so a shepheard tells where to hee 's bent When mighty Ioue after long summers ioy Of high celestiall kindnes to vs lent Doth please vs trie with winters sharp annoy Or tempt his heart with earthly seeming ioy Which time if he with care his flock doth feed Shewes loue to 's flock and hate to 's earthly meed But though I speake 'gainst this hypocrisie This hellish ill o'remask'd with holinesse Na'th lesse I neither can nor wil deny That if thereby we reaue no wight of blisse We may preuent our earthly wretchednesse For lawfull t is our owne harme to preuent If not by ill we compasse our intent Is 't possible the world should yet affoord More cause of woe then yet mine eies haue seene Can Pluto in his horrors caue yet hoord More woe then in this tragicke sceane hath beene Is 't true I see Or do I ouerweene O O I see more then I can expresse Amaz'd with sence-confounding wretchednesse In Delta that 's enuiron'd with the sea The hills and dales with heards are peopled That tend their tender flockes vpon the lea And tune sweet laies vnto their pipes of reed Meane while their flockes vpon the hillockes feed And sometime nibble on the buskie root That did his tender bud but lately shoote Long while the heards enioy'd this sweet content Not fearing wolues that might their flocks molest For nothing harbor'd neare that harm thē meant And this content long might they haue possest Had not a beast spoil'd this their sweetned rest Whether the soile him bred or foes him brought I doubt seemes some that Deltaes damage sought Among the shrubbes had set him priuily To spoyle the lambes that sometime did estray Nor onely thus deuour'd them theeuishly But oft allured them from out their way With such chaung'd voice no mortal wight could say But that the notes were voice of man he sung O what deceit is lodged in the tongue This dayly spoyle through ech mans eare did runne At length Mauortio a gallant Knight The meane whereby his Country honor wonne Heard of the harme wrought by Hyenn'as spight Scarce heard he of the spoyle but that his sp'rite Aethereall not hable to endure His heart should knowledge of such harme immure An houre and th'wrong rest vnirrooted out Him draue as sail-swel'd barks are droue by wind And strait he armd him moūting's prancer stout He forward pricks spurr'd by a noble mind Awaited on by Truth his Page full kind And by a'squire that artfull strength was call'd Seem'd Hercules him could not haue appalld Thus pricking on the plaine at last he ey'd The grisly beast as in her den she lay Tearing a lamb with iawes farre stretch'd awide A seely lambkin which she made her pray Straight with a courage