Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	child_n	father_n	mother_n	4,215	5	7.2898	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11402	The second day of the First vveeke of the most excellent, learned, and diuine poet, VVilliam, Lord Bartas. Done out of French into English heroicall verse by Thomas VVinter, Maister of Artes; Sepmaine. Day 2. English	Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.; Winter, Thomas, Master of Arts.	1603 (1603)	STC 21659; ESTC S110833	26,697	50

but is a spring A night of clouds enuellops him around His hanging lockes in raine are showred downe And whiles t●e thickest clouds he fiercely dashes They breake out into showers and stormie flashes The froathie torrent and the riuer stowre Do make each other swell in one selfe howre Their mingled waters scorne their former bankes Runne to the sea to play their furious prankes Spoiling the hopefull haruest as they goe The earth doth quake ●nd sweate for very woe Not leauing in her vaines one watrie drop And thou ô heauen thy scluses doest vnstop To plague thy sister earth whose former race Was shamelesse lawlesse and withouten grace Who tooke her onely and her chiefe delight To offer to her maker mickle spite The land is hid now Neptune hath no shore The riuers bend their course to him no more They are a sea themselues and all the number Of seas which earst deuided were asunder Make but one ocean yea this vniuerse Is nothing but a watrie wildernesse Which longs to ioyne his liquid wauing plaine Vnto the flouds which in the heauens remaine The sturgeon coasting by the castled bowres Admires the drowning of so many towres The mular and the manat side those rockes Where lately fed the wantonizing flockes Of bearded goates the Dolphin cuts the ●loud Where it surmounts the highest mountaine wood The horse the tyger hart the hound the hare By their swift paces now vnsuccour'd are They seeke for ground alas but t is no booting For still they see they lose their hoped footing The beauer torteise and the crocodile Which did enioy a two-fold house ere while Haue nought but water now wherein to dwell The tender lambkins and the Lyons fell The rauenous wolfe the nimble fallow deare Swimme side by side without suspitious feare The swallow yearly Herauld of the spring The vulture hatch'd for hatefull rauening fighting and striuing longer to contend Against their certaine neare approaching end Not finding where to pearch themselues againe Do fall at length into the angred maine As for poore men in that tempestuous stowre Imagine one to get some loftie tower Another to ascend some mountaine hill Another practising his climbing skill With hands and fe●te clasping some cedar tree Striuing vpon his vpmost top to be But still the floud rising as they ascend If once they stay their sinfull life doth end One hardily vpon some planke doth venter Another doth into some coffer enter Another swimmeth in some kneading tub Another halfe asleepe perceiues the floud T' assaile his bed and life at once another Keepes with his armes and legs a swimming pother Whe●eby he may resist the waters wrath Whose rage but euen then deuoured hath Hard by his side his sister and his brother His friend his child his father and his mother But wearied at the l●ngth doth y●●ld againe Vnto the mercie of the cruell maine All stand at once at death his loathed doore But yet the cruell Parcae which of yore Were arm'd with many a murthering deuice To rake to them the things of greatest price No other hangmen at this instant haue Beside the froathie ouer-whelming waue Meane while the Arke securely doth remaine Vpon the surges of that watrie plaine Tho all vnrigd from any hauen farre For God was both her pilote and her starre Thrise fiftie dayes this monstrous floud did stay Making of all this lower All a pray Vntill this spoile had mou'd at length the Lord Who had no sooner sounded with his word Vnto those wasting flouds a backe retire But instantly the billowes do conspire To runne vnto their former place and state And straight the swelling riuers do abate The sea bounds in it selfe the hils appeare The forrest trees which drowned were whileare Do shew their slimie boughes the champion field Encreaseth as the waters backward yeeld And to be briefe Gods thunder-shooting hand Did let the Sunne behold againe the land That he againe might see the smoake arise Of a deuout sweet-smelling sacrifice Fuming with sweete Panchayan franke-incense Vnto the praise of his omnipotence He concludeth vvith a prayer for the Church O God sith thou art pleas'd in this our age To saue thy holy ship from stormie rage Graunt that those few whose setled confidence Is anchored on thy sacred prouidence May by thy blessing euermore increase In number faith and loue the bond of peace FINIS