Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	cast_v	glorious_a	great_a	97	3	2.1030	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05387	Queene Elizabeths teares: or, Her resolute bearing the Christian crosse inflicted on her by the persecuting hands of Steuen Gardner Bishop of Winchester, in the bloodie time of Queene Marie. Written by Christopher Leuer.	Lever, Christopher, fl. 1627.	1607 (1607)	STC 15540; ESTC S109416	21,498	58

makes them foolish that are iudged wise And Winchester we instance this in thee Whose houres in studious care were euer spent To bring this Ladie her extreamitie Yet for that God did see thy hearts intent He blunts thy edge O bloudie instrument And belows-like he make thy enuious breath To make hir liue thou woldst haue blowne to death Thus God can mocke the subtilties of men Letting them runne the passage they propose Seeming regardlesse yet regardfull then His eie their hidden secrets can disclose For Prouidence in euery passage goes That howsoere mens pollicies doe plot They haue had issue if God fauour not So God was pleasd with prouidence and care This vertuous holy Lady to defend To binde their force and breake their hidden snare That euill men for euill did intend And now the Queene doth for her Sister send Where when she was presented on her knee She thus protesteth her integrity Dread Soueraigne I your seruant here present My selfe as true vnto your life and state As is the spirite of an innocent And so let God my griefe extenuate As I doe wish you to be fortunate And let the heauens their benefits denie To all that enuy at your Maiestie The Queene with angry maiestie then saith You stand too much vpon your innocence Too confident in your suspected faith It would be better to cast off pretence And plainely to acknowledge your offence The Princesse saide The guiltie should confesse And so would I if I had guiltinesse But God that sees the very secret thought Knowes in my heart there is no guiltines That there was neuer any treason wrought Or any thought of such vnworthines If then I should against my selfe confesse I bring my selfe an euerlasting shame To brand the reputation of my name O let it please your Princely maiestie That I your seruant may receiue this grace That Law it selfe my innocence may trie That Law may be impartiall in this case And if that Law doe quit me of disgrace Then let your seruant haue a gratious eie If not let Lawe and Iustice make me die If you be then so righteous saith the Queene Belike you 'l say that we vnrighteous are And that your troubles haue vnrighteous beene And so the guilt on vs you doe transferre And make them righteous that vnrighteous are And so to make your owne purgation You lay on vs the imputation The Ladie then let not my Soueraigne Haue that construction of my duteous heart Long may your reputation God maintaine And much may he inlarge your high desart And if I may my secret heart impart I do protest it doth my spirit good To see such honour in my neerest blood And for the sorrowes that I doe indure I know the cause is not your owne desire But that some other did the hurt procure And stirr'd your anger with their enuious fire Against your Grace and me they doe conspire That would the neerenesse of our loue diuide Whome God and Nature haue so neerely tide Nature euen in the Queene was powrefull strong And makes her spirit haue a feeling sense And now she thinkes her Sister hath had wrong And in her heart she blames their diligence That causlesse thus did cause this great offence And to her selfe she saith I doe offend Are we not Sisters why should we contend Yet would she not expresse her inward heart Nor then giue demonstration of her loue Nor did she then to any one impart What she in her intention did approue But sure she had a purpose to remoue The fire of indignation from her breast Which Steuen had kindl'd with so much vnrest The sequele did approue the good intent For now the beames of mercie doe appeare The Queene doth free her long imprisonment Remoues her Gailer whome she most did feare And now she giues her licence to repaire Vnto her home where when she did arriue A peacefull quiet doth her griefe depriue Now I haue runne the passage I intended I do not know how fortunate I runne My verse is done now that her griefe is ended And she at rest my busie care is done The cloudes do vanish that be dimm'd this Sunne And God that in her sorrowes did protect her Now in her rise he labours to erect her Gardner the worst of all her enemies The heauens cut short his ill-attempting breath And made him perish with his subtilties But when that Time had giu'n Queene Mary death The heauens then smiled on Elizabeth And now those great ones that enui'd hir Grace Haue left to her the greatnesse of their place Where like the Sunne she was most glorious bright Casting her beames of mercie euery where And euery where she giues a glorious light All other lights to her but little were So matchlesse was she and so wondrous rare As for to verse her glories I refuse Leauing that Labour for a better Muse. I neuer toucht Parnassus with my sight Nor did the Muses euer teach me rhyme Only in humble verse I take delight Nor doe I loue the higher straines to clime This plainenesse makes me t'vnfit the time But if that Arte vnto my verse were giuen She then should liue in verse that liue's in heauen FINIS