Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	charles_n	king_n	son_n	5,345	5	5.4847	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A50713	Merry drollery, or A Collection of [brace] jovial poems, merry songs, witty drolleries intermix'd with pleasant catches The first part / collected by W.N., C.B., R.S., J.G., lovers of wit.	W. N.	1661 (1661)	Wing M1860; ESTC R43449	66,103	184

again a They had best take heed lest that they speed As they did they know when a. Loves Follie. NAy out upon this fooling for shame Nay pish nay fie in faith you are to blame Nay come this fooling must not be Nay pish nay fie you tickle me Nay out upon 't in faith I dare not do 't I 'll bite I 'll scratch I 'll squeak I 'll cry out Nay come this fooling must not be Nay pish nay fie you tickle me Your Buttons scratch me you ruffle my band You hurt my thigns pray take away your hand The door stands ope that all may see Nay pish nay fie you tickle me When you and I shall meet in a place Both together face to face I 'll not cry out nay you shall see Nay pish nay fie you tickle me But now I see my words are but vain For I have done why should I complain Nay to 't again the way is free Since it 's no more pray tickle me A Song IF every woman were serv'd in her kind And every man had his due desert The rooms in Bridewel would be well lin'd And a Coach could not pass the streets for a Cart Yet I am a little vex'd at the heart And fain I would have my grief to be known The Punck would have me to play a kind part And to father a child that is none of mine own Full seventeen months I crost the Seas Mean time I was crost as much on the Land For all this while she sate at her ease And had her Companions at her command There was never a Gallant but gave her his hand And said it was pitty she should lie alone And now they would have me subscribe to a bond And to father a child c. Let every Father take care for his Child And seek to provide for the Mother and that Although I am a Buck I am not so wild To naile up my horns for another mans hat I 'll never grieve but let it pass Since 't is my fortune to be overthrown Although I am an Oxe I 'll ne'er be an Ass To father a child c. A man may be made a Cuckold by chance And put out another mans child to nurse And hoodwinke his Barn with ignorance But he that 's a Wittal is ten times worse And he that knows his cross and his curse And still will be led by a Strumpets moan May sit and sell horns at Brittains Burse And father a child c. And if you will be my Judge Is not that man wondrous base To be another mans slave and his drudge And sell all his credit for disgrace Nor was I ever sprung from that race To call that my seed another hath sown Nor I 'll never look King Charles in the face If I father a child that 's none of mine own The Fire on London Bridge c. SOme Christian people all give ear Unto the grief of us Caus'd by the death of three children dear The which it hapned thus And eke there befell an accident By fault of a Carpenters Son Who to Saw chips his sharp Axe lent Woe worth the time may Lon. May London say Woe worth the Carpenter And all such Block-head fools Would he were hang'd up like a Serpent here For jesting with edg-tools For into the chips there fell a spark Which put out in such flames That it was known into Southwark Which lives beyond the Thames For Loe the Bridge was wondrous high With water underneath O'er which as many fishes fly As birds therein doth breath And yet the fire consum'd the Bridg Not far from place of landing And though the building was full big It fell down not with standing And eke into the water fell So many Pewter dishes That a man might have taken up very well Both boyld and roasted Fishes And thus the Bridge of London Town For building that was sumptuous Was All by fire Half burnt down For being too contumptuous And thus you have all but half my Song Pray list to what comes after For now I have cool'd you with the Fire I 'll warm you with the Water I 'll tell you what the Rivers name is Where these children did slide-a It was fair Londons swiftest Thames That keeps both time and Tide-a All on the tenth of January To the wonder of much people 'T was frozen o'er that well 't would bear Almost a Country Steeple Three children sliding thereabouts Upon a place too thin That so at last it did fall out That they did all fall in A great Lord there was that laid with the King And with the King great wager makes But when he saw he could not win He sight and would have drawn stakes He said it would bear a man for to slide And laid a hundred pound The King said it would break and so it did For three children there ware drown'd Of which ones head was from his Should Ers stricken whose name was John Who then cry'd out as loud as he could O Lon-a Lon-a London Oh! tut-tut turn from thy sinful race Thus did his speech decay I wonder that in such a case He had no more to say And thus being drown'd alack alack The water ran down their throats And stopt their breaths three hours by the Clock Before they could get any Boats Ye Parents all that children have And ye that have none yet Preserve your children from the grave And teach them at home to sit For had these at a Sermon been Or else upon dry ground Why then I would never have been seen If that they had been drown'd Even as a Huntsman ties his dogs For fear they should go from him So tye your children with severities clogs Untye-'um and you 'l undo ' um God bless our Noble Parliament And rid them from all fears God bless all th' Commons of this Land And God bless some o' th' Peers Englands Woe I Mean to speak of Englands sad fate To help in mean time the King and his Mate That 's ruled by an Antipodian State Which no body can deny But had these seditious times been when We had the life of wise Poet Ben Parsons had never been Parliament men Which no body can deny Had Statesmen read the Bible throughout And not gone by the Bible so round about They would have ruled themselves without doubt Which no body can deny But Puritans now bear all the sway They 'll have no Bishops as most men say But God send them better another day Which no body can deny Zealous Pryn has threatned a great downfall To cut off long locks that is bushy and small But I hope he will not take ears and all Which no body can deny Prin Burton saies women that 's leud and loose Shall wear no stallion locks for a bush They 'll only have private boyes for their use Which no body can deny They 'l not allow what pride it brings Nor favours in hats nor no such things They 'l