Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	day_n	die_v	great_a	7,201	5	3.0619	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11384	The country mouse, and the city mouse. Or a merry morrall fable enlarged out of Horace. Serm. lib. 2. Sat. 6.	Saltonstall, Wye, fl. 1630-1640.	1637 (1637)	STC 21642; ESTC S112204	9,929	24

and the candle burnt dim Then presently to filch he did begin Also some huskes of grapes which being prest Last vintage had bled forth wine of the best Also some fragments of dry Pasty Crust Wherein some lushious meates to heighten lust Had smoak't sometime or else some Goose had been Within this funerall Coffin closed in Which at the private Sessions of a feast Had beene carv'd round about to every guest And thus the Country Mouse with change of fare To please the City Mouse did take great care That with variety he might yeeld delight To the City Mouse whose costly appetite Expected greater cheare and was so dainty He scarce would taste of any in such plenty And store of dishes but the Country Mouse who may be stil'd the Master of the house At th' others nicenesse inwardly did laugh And being laid along in this yeares chaffe He onely fed upon dry Beanes and Pease And Barley or such other pulse as these Or on hard Petches that might exercise His teeth at these he closely nubling lies But for the other dishes he did spare To tast them since indeed he thought they were Too costly for his sparing was too great To allow his belly any such good meate T' was an affliction unto him to waste His store in such a manner or to taste Of those same dishes with which it did seeme His stomacke never had acquainted beene And herein he did lively represent Some Miser whose minde is so closely bent Vpon his riches that he does command The occasions of his life to wait and stand At the will of his purse he must not dine If his purse checke him he must drinke no wine If his purse checke him then it is not good For he pretends it will enflame his blood And thus the Miser basely serves his purse Money is not his blessing but his curse Who out of covetousnesse inures his Pallet With Diogenes to feede on a poore Sallet With musty Vinegar and no oyle at all This is the man whom we a miser call He with this Country Mouse doth well agree For both of them alike conditioned be The Country Mouse did set before his guest His chiefest fare to feast him with the best But for him selfe he did allow the worst And in this manner covetous men are curst But at the last the City Mouse to shew That from the Citty he his breeding drew Where it is held a point of manners great To talke and complement as they doe eate The City Mouse to observe due decorum And shew he was of the bene moratorum Or the well manured began to stroake His beard with his foote and in Print thus spoke Kind friend quoth he know I am of the City And therefore I your ignorance doe pitty Had you any wisdome or intelligence You would not live here with such patience On the backside of a darke wood alone Without company or conversation Having no pleasant objects which may yeeld Delight unto you but a hedge or field Or store of trees wherein the wind doth make A hollow noyse when he their leaves doth shake If thou hadst wit or ingenuity Thou wouldst not preferre the society Of beasts and trees before men therefore leave This melancholy Cell which doth bereave Thee of delight come therefore follow me Vnto the Citty where all pleasures be And since that we who are terrestiall creatures Have all of us but fraile and mortall natures And after life we must returne againe Vnto the earth and no part shall remaine Of us to tell the world that we have beene To live in pleasure it to me doth seeme The readiest way to happinesse that 's knowne Our summum bonum is a good fat bone These Latine words I once by chance did eate While I a booke did gnaw since that I speake These words by rote and as some doe so I On all occasions bring forth and apply Because I have no more but to the matter My friend and Country Mouse I would not flatter Your understanding for beleeve me death Will one day stop the pipes of our weake breath If we were nere so great yet you and I Must yeeld to time for men and Mice must dye Nay there is no exception none can have Nor great nor small a Priviledge from the grave Therefore be wise make use now of thy time Before thy dayes runne on and strength decline Cherish thy selfe and banish heavy sorrow Thinke not on cares that shall ensue to morrow Because our time will quickly have an end Let us be sure our precious houres to spend In such delights that every greedy sence May have his object age doth bring offence And takes away the enjoying of all pleasure Then let us now enjoy our youthfull leasure Let us make time grow young to see how we Doe wast our time in mirth and jollity And since our time will quickly waste away Friend Country Mouse 't is wisdome to obey My counsell and therefore come goe with me Vnto the Citty where all pleasures be Come goe with me and thou shalt quickly finde That in the Citty which will please thy mind The Country Mouse harkning unto the story Which the Citty Mouse unto the Citties glory Did thus set forth in all her Pagentry Consented unto him most willingly It seemes he had no great intelligence And therefore he was drawne on by his sence For of his speech he understood none of it But that which toucht his pleasure or his profit Like to some men who nothing understand Vntill the matter be put into their hand Even so this Mouse imagining that he Should in the Citty live in Iollity And height of Pleasure does consent to goe With the City Mouse and so away they two Doe trudge together for both lightly skipt Out of the house and so away they tript And thus together they jog'd on a while Till having gone the length of one good mile They reacht their journey and at last they came To the City gates where a blinckling flame Of Candle in a lanthorne seem'd to watch The sleepy bill men that stood there to catch Some wandring drunkard whose light giddy head Was reeling home to finde the way to bed But happy were those Travellers or Mice Who comming to the gates did in a trice Slip in betweene them and in this fashion They past the watch without examination And now it was the mid-time of the night And Luna in her chariot shined bright While these two Mice did strike up many streetes The Country Mouse at every thing he meetes Did wonder much for when that he had seene A Conduite he imagined it had beene A bottle wherein Widdowes teares were kept Which at their husbands buriall they had wept He thought the signes that on the signeposts hung Were hang'd for some offence that they had done And when he saw a Taverne he was bold To aske if any ale at all was sold In that Gentlemans Hall The Country Mouse Thought