Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	cut_v	young_a	youth_n	67	3	7.8475	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A67127	Reliquiae Wottonianae, or, A collection of lives, letters, poems with characters of sundry personages : and other incomparable pieces of language and art : also additional letters to several persons, not before printed / by the curious pencil of the ever memorable Sir Henry Wottan ...	Wotton, Henry, Sir, 1568-1639.	1672 (1672)	Wing W3650; ESTC R34765	338,317	678

all my good is but vain hope of gain The day is past and yet I saw no Sun And now I live and now my life is done 2. The Spring is past and yet it hath not sprung The fruit is dead and yet the leaves are green My youth is gone and yet I am but young I saw the vvorld and yet I vvas not seen My thread is cut and yet it is not spun And now I live and now my life is done 3. I sought my death and found it in my womb I look'd for life and saw it was a shade I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb And now I die and now I am but made The glass is full and now my glass is run And now I live and now my life is done 1. RIse oh my Soul with thy desires to Heaven And with Divinest contemplation use Thy time where times eternity is given buse And let vain thoughts no more thy thoughts a●… But down in darkness let them lie So live thy better let thy worse thoughts die 2. And thou my Soul inspir'd with holy flame View and review with most regardful eye That holy Cross whence thy salvation came On which thy Saviour and thy sin did die For in that Sacred object is much pleasure And in that Saviour is my life my treasure 3. To thee O Jesu I direct my eye To thee my hands to thee my humble knees To thee my heart shall offer sacrifice To thee my thoughts who my thoughts only sees To thee my self my self and all I give To thee I die to thee I only live Ignoto Sir Walter Raleigh the Night before his Death EVen such is time that takes on trust Our youth our joyes our all we have And pays us but with age and dust Who in the dark and silent Grave When we have wandred all our ways Shuts up the story of our days But from this earth this grave this dust My God shall raise me up I trust W. R. The World THe World 's a bubble and the life of man less then a span In his conception wretched from the womb so to the tomb Nurst from his cradle and brought up to years with cares and fears Who then to frail mortality shall trust But limns on water or but writes in dust Yet whilst with sorrow here we live opprest what life is best Courts are but only superficial Schools to dandle Fools The rural part is turn'd into a den of savage men And where 's a City from foul vice so free But may be term'd the worst of all the three Domestick cares afflicts the Husbands bed or pains his head Those that live single take it for a curse or do things worse none These would have children those that have them or wish them gone What is it then to have or have no wife But single thraldom or a double strife Our own affections still at home to please is a disease To cross the Seas to any forreign soil peril and toil Wars with their noise affright us when they cease w' are worse in peace What then remains but that we still should cry For being born and being born to die Fra. Lord Bacon De Morte MAns life 's a Tragedy his mothers womb From which he enters is the tyring room This spacious earth the Theater and the Stage That Country which he lives in Passions Rage Folly and Vice are Actors The first cry The Prologue to th' ensuing Tragedy The former act consisteth of dumb shows The second he to more perfection grows I' th third he is a man and doth begin To nurture vice and act the deeds of sin I' th fourth declines i' th fifth diseases clog And trouble him then Death 's his Epilogue Ignoto EPIGRAM IF breath were made for every man to buy The poor man could not live rich would not die John Hoskins to his little Child Benjamin from the Tower SWeet Benjamin since thou art young And hast not yet the use of tongue Make it thy slave while thou art free Imprison it lest it do thee LETTERS TO Sir EDMUND BACON SIR IT is very just since I cannot personally accompany this Gentleman yet that I do it with my Letter wherein if I could transport the Image of mine own mind unto you as lively as we have often represented you unto our selves abroad then I should not think us asunder while you read it But of my longing to see you I am a better feeler then a describer as likewise of my obligations towards you whereof it is not the least that I have been by your mediation and judgement and love furnished with so excellent a Comforter of my absence and so loving and discreet a divider and easer of my Travels after whose separation from me I am ready to say that which I remember the younger Pliny doth utter with much feeling after the loss of his venerable and dearest Friend Cerellius Rufus Vereor saith he ne posthac negligentius vivam But herein my case is bettter then his for I cannot but hope that some good occasion will bring him again nearer me And I must confess unto you I should be glad to see him planted for a while about the King or Prince that so if his own fortune be not mended by the Court yet the Court may be bettered by him in that which it doth more desperately want Now Sir Besides himself there cometh unto you with him an Italian Doctor of Physick by name Gasper●… Despotini a man well practised in his own faculty and very Philosophical and sound in his discourses By birth a Venetian which though it be not Urbs ignobilis as Saint Paul said of his own Mother-City yet is his second birth the more excellent I mean his illumination in Gods saving Truth which was the only cause of his remove and I was glad to be the conductor of him where his conscience may be free though his condition otherwise till he shall be known will be the poorer This Stranger I was desirous to present unto you as my friend in his company whose testimony may more value him then mine own And so committing them both to your love and your self with all that family to Gods blessing hand I rest From my Lodging in Kings-street April 2. 1611. Your poor Friend and Servant H. WOTTON SIR IT is late at night and I am but newly come to the knowledge that my Lord is to send a Messenger unto you to morrow morning yet howsoever I have resolved not to be left out of this dispatch though in truth I had rather be the sootman my self then one of the Writers But here I am tied about mine own business which I have told you like a true Courtier for right Courtiers indeed have no other business but themselves Our Lord Jesus bless you all as you are now together and wheresoever you shall be From Greenwich May 27. 1611. Your Uncle by your own election and your Servant by mine