Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	cup_n	drink_v	eat_v	8,062	5	7.8137	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16759	Melancholike humours, in verses of diuerse natures, set downe by Nich: Breton, Gent	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1600 (1600)	STC 3666; ESTC S104806	14,741	46

the world was wholly won But soft a while no sooner seene the land But ere they came in kenning of the coast So great a force their fortune did withstand That all the brauery of the birds was lost Some leakt some sanke some so ran on groūd The cages burst and all the birds were drownd But when the eagle heard what was become Of all his flight that flick'red here and there Some sicke some hurt some lame all sūme Or farre from hope or all too neere in feare He stoupt his traine and hung his head so sore As if his heart had neuer burst before ¶ A conceited fancy PVRE colours can abide no staine The sunne can neuer lose his light And vertue hath a heauenly vaine That well may claime a queenely right So giue my mistresse but her due Who tolde mee all these tales of you From heauen on earth the Sunne doth shine From vertue comes discretions loue They both are in themselues diuine Yet worke for weaker hearts behoue So would my mistresse had her due To tell mee still these tales of you But oh the Sunne is in a clowde And vertue liues in sweetes vnseene The earth with heauen is not allow'd A begger must not loue a Queene So must my mistresse haue her due To tell mee still these tales of you Then shine faire Sunne when clouds are gon Liue vertue in thy queenely loue Choose some such place to shine vpon As may thy Paradise approue That when my mistresse hath her due I may heare all this heauen in you ¶ A smile misconstrued BY your leaue a little while Loue hath got a beauties smile From on earth the fairest face But he may be much deceiued Kindenesse may be misconceiued Laughing oft is in disgrace Oh but he doth knowe her nature And to be that blessed creature That doth answere loue with kindnesse Tush the Phoenix is a fable Phoebus horses haue no stable Loue is often full of blindnesse Oh but he doth heare her voice Which doth make his heart reioyce With the sweetenesse of her sounde Simple hope may be abused Heares he not he is refused Which may giue his heart a wound No loue can belieue it neuer Beauty fauours once and euer Though proud enuie play the elfe Truthe and patience haue approued Loue shall euer be beloued If my mistresse be her selfe ¶ An odde humour PVRELY faire and fairely wise Blessed wit and blessed eyes Blessed wise and blessed faire Neuer may thy blisse impaire Kindely true and truly kinde Blessed heart and blessed minde Blessed kind and blessed true Euer may thy blisse renue Sweetely deare and dearely sweete Blessed where these blessings meete Blessed meetings neuer cease Euer may thy blisse encrease Blessed beauty wit and sense Blest in natures excellence Where all blessinges perish neuer Blessed maist thou liue for euer ¶ Awaggery CHILDRENS ahs and womens ohs Doe a wondrous griefe disclose Where a dugge the tone will still And the tother but a will Then in gods name let them cry While they cry they will not die For but fewe that are so curst As to cry vntill they burst Say some children are vntoward So some women are as froward Let them cry them 't will not kill them There is time enough to still them But if pitty will be pleased To relieue the small diseased When the helpe is once applying They will quickly leaue their crying Let the childe then sucke his fill Let the woman haue her will All will hush was hearde before Ah and oh will cry no more ¶ An odde conceipt LOVELY kinde and kindly louing Such a minde were worth the mouing Truly faire and fairely true Where are all these but in you Wisely kinde and kindely wise Blessed life where such loue lies Wise and kinde and faire and true Louely liue all these in you Sweetely deare and dearely sweete Blessed where these blessings meete Sweete faire wise kinde blessed true Blessed be all these in you ¶ A dolefull fancy SORROVV rippe vp all thy senses Neerest vnto horrors nature Taste of all thy quintessences That may kill a wretched creature Then beholde my wofull spirit All in passions ouerthrowne And full closely like a ferret Seize vpon it for thine owne But if thou doe growe dismaid When thou dost but looke on mee When my passions well displaid Will but make a blast of thee Then in griefe of thy disgraces Where my fortunes doe deface thee Tell thy Muses to their faces They may learne of mee to grace thee For thy sighes thy sobbes and teares But thy common badges beene While the paine the spirit beares Eates away the heart vnseene Where in silence swallowed vp Are the sighes and teares of loue Which are drawne to fill the cuppe Must be drunke to deaths behoue Then beholding my hearts swoune In my torments more and more Say when thou dost sit thee downe Thou wert neuer grac't before ¶ An Epitaph vpon Poet Spencer MOVRNFVLL Muses sorrowes minions Dwelling in despaires opinions Yee that neuer thought inuented How a heart may be contented But in torments all distressed Hopelesse how to be redressed All with howling and with crying Liue in a contiuuall dying Sing a Dirge on Spencers death Till your soules be out of breath Bidde the Dunces keepe their dennes And the Poets breake their pennes Bidde the Sheepheards shed their teares And the Nymphes go teare their haires Bidde the Schollers leaue their reeding And prepare their hearts to bleeding Bidde the valiant and the wise Full of sorrowes fill their eyes All for griefe that he is gone Who did grace them euery one Fairy Queene shew fairest Queene How her faire in thee is seene Sheepeheards Calender set downe How to figure best a clowne As for Mother Hubberts tale Cracke the nut and take the shale And for other workes of worth All too good to wander forth Grieue that euer you were wrot And your Author be forgot Farewell Arte of Poetry Scorning idle foolery Farewell true conceited reason Where was neuer thought of treason Farewell iudgement with inuention To describe a hearts intention Farewell wit whose sound and sense Shewe a Poets excellence Farewell all in one togither And with Spencers garland wither And if any Graces liue That will vertue honour giue Let them shewe their true affection In the depth of griefes perfection In describing forth her glory When she is most deepely sory That they all may wish to heere Such a song and such a quier As with all the woes they haue Follow Spencer to his graue FINIS