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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	day_n	die_v	judgement_n	4,265	5	6.1046	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A59921	Youths tragedy a poem drawn up by way of dialogue between [brace] Youth, the Devil, Wisdome, the Nuncius, Time, Death, the Soul : for the caution and direction of the younger sort / by T.S.	T. S. (Thomas Sherman)	1671 (1671)	Wing S3392; ESTC R37547	8,978	25

JVDGMENT SEAT Youth How shall I now appear be ore that FACE That rends the ROCKS and MOVNTAINS doth displace That melts the HILLS and makes the EARTH to quake That flings down STARS and doth the HEAVENS shake That makes those vast EXPANSIONS for to roul And shrink themselves together like a scroul How shall I stand before that dreadful THRONE From whence bright Lightnings great Thundrings come Who can abide the Fierceness of his Ire Whose Indignation's poured out like Fire Nun. But go he must Death pierc'd his tender side And in his Heart bloud his bright Dart he dy'd Out flies the trembling SOVL a Guard doth hale It to that Court admitteth of no Bayle Her Mittimus is drawn she 's sent away To lye in Prison till the JVDGMENT Day Let 's lay our ears unto the Doleful Pit And hearken there what doth become of it THe SOVL and the DEVIL Soul Deceitful Devil Wilt thou now torment That SOVL thou lately flatt'redst with Content Are all those Promises thou mad'st of Bliss And future Glory are they come to this Devil My Promises vain SOVL they were mistook I us'd them but as Baits to hide my Hook My end 's accomplish'd I the prey have caught And now I 'le use thee as my CAPTIVES ought With Chains of Darkness I must bind thee fast And in these FLAMES of WRATH I must thee cast Soul O wretched SOVL how hast thou lost that place Where SAINTS and ANGELS do behold the FACE Of Everlasting GLORY and do sing Eternal HALLELVIAHS to their KING Upon whose Heads are Crowns of GLORY worne And by whose hands Triumphant PALMES are borne Who in the Bosom of dear LOVE do rest And on the purest JOYES for ever feast Whil'st with the DAMNED SPIRITS I do make My habitation in this FIRY LAKE The Flaming PILE whereof is kindled by The Breath of that incensed MAJESTY Which like a stream of Brimstone where it runs All things before it into FIRE turns Oh dismal place where Vollies of Outcries And hideous Howlings like to Thunder flies The horrid noise and dreadful shrieks that came From the PHILISTINES when that massy Frame Bereft of both its Pillars down did fall And into Death and Ruin crusht them all The frightful Rorings and the woful Cryes Which SODOM sent unto the Angry Skies Whil'st on their wicked heads they forth did pour Of Fire and Brimstone a consuming showes Are instances too short for to declare Those Wailings that among the DAMNED are Oh Woful State their TORMENTS who can tell That with Devouring Fire for ever dwell The Wracking Wheel on which the Bones are broke By a most gradual and deliberate stroke The Firy Pinchers which deep Wounds do tear That scalding SULPHUR may be poured there The Stripes of SCORPIONS that long Furrows make With cutting SAWS that through the MARROW rake The Stings of DRAGONS and the rending Claws Of rav'nous LYONS for their hungry Jaws The CAULDRONS that with Plumbean liquor boyl The GRIDIR'NS whereon living Flesh doth broyl With thousands of like TORTURES do not bear Proportion to the TORMENTS that are here And yet this is the Portion of my Soul Which now is like that dreadful bitter Roul Fill'd full with Lamentations Mournings Woes And flouds of Wrath which from Dire Vengeance flows Horrid reflections likewise do I find Adding great Anguish to my Tortur'd Mind Whil'st I consider that for empty Toyes I have for ever lost substantial JOYS And whil'st I think how oft I have rejected That Counsel which to Peace my steps directed How oft I have extinguish'd that same light Which CONSCIENCE brought to guide my feet aright How all my precious TIME I vainly spent And now no TIME is left for to Repent This like a dreadful WORM doth ever gnaw Upon my VITALS with insatiate MAW Oh now that Death which late my heart-strings broke Would come and ease me by a deeper stroke Oh how I would as a sweet Cordial rate That blow which should this SOUL Annihilate If such a wish but granted I might have I would account that hand that killd did save Oh this vvould Mercy prove but none remains Not the least drop to cool me in these FLAMES I novv must Dying live and Living dye Scorcht in these FLAMES to all Eternity The EPILOGUE The end is Endless he that will not take Example now shall an Example make FINIS

Veins What canst thou offer now unto my EYE That will the GLORY of this WORLD outvie Wisdom Whilst thou a darksom RIDDLE this dost call Thou show'st thy woful Darkness since the fall For though an instinct still remains to BLISS Yet wantest Light to guide thee where it is But will the good things of this world content Then view what WISDOM doth of this present HONOUR and RICHES her left hand enfolds And in her right hand length of dayes she holds Which she gives forth to them that do her love So far as they may real blessings prove If what thou hast be mixed with a curse It will prove to thee VANITY nay worse That hand of Mercy that gives forth the Treasure To make it Mercy must give forth the Measure That hand must guide thee how it must be us'd MERCIES prove JVDGMENTS when they are abus'd Take all thy good things then from WISDOMS hand And use those good things as she doth command Youth Lady excuse me till another day There 's time enough hereafter for this way Let me my youthful dayes please in their choice And then I 'le pomise to obey thy VOICE When AGE hath quencht within this lustful fire And shall in private weary limbs retire This will a season be to bend my mind Unto those wayes where I may WISDOM find Wisd Vain YOVTH vain YOVTH hereafter is not thine He that hath now no heart may have no time That Captain which to day doth termes afford May storm to morrow and put all to 'th Sword And he that this day will not spread his sayl To morrow if he would may find no gale Or he that gives Grace to the penitent May not REPENTANCE give to 'th negligent But wilt thou in old AGE these wayes embrace Are weary limbs fit for to run a race And when the day is ready to shut in Is that a time this Great work to begin Shall SATAN be presented with the prime And WISDOM only have the Dregs of Time In depth of Winter when the Heavens are spred With a black Vail and all lights darkened When Clouds do thick return after the rain And their repeated showers pour down amain When that Tempestuous STORMS beat round about Is this the only Season to set out Surely if serious this thou wilt not say Why is it then vain YOUTH thou would'st delay Oh that there were within thee once a heart From all the wayes of FOLLY to depart Those gaudy things with which she takes thine eye Thou wilt be sure to find but VANITY Youth The WISE MAN though he said so yet would try Before he did believe it so will I. Wisd But having try'd it he hath fix'd a Buoy That others might not here themselves destroy His own EXPERIENCE he hangs out for light That thou may'st see to steer thy way aright He sets a mark upon this dangerous shoal That upon it thou might'st not wrack thy Soul By Cautions Warnings Tears and sad Remorse He shews the Hazard of this woful course If after all this when that thou hast seen Those tops of MASTS where sad shipwrack hath been Yet thou wilt venture foolishly to stray Though he was spar'd thou may'st be cast away But should'st thou spared be it hard would prove Fast rooted habits ever to remove For like the Leopards spots and NEGRO'S skin So Custom proveth in a way of sin Youth Well trouble me no more I must fulfill Those strong propensions that are in my Will Wisdom And wilt thou rush vain YOVTH without all fear Like to the Horse upon the charged Spear Is Life a Trifle Is a Future state Not worth the caring for and wilt thou hate Thy precious SOVL wilt thou inhumane be Unto thy self oh wretched CRVELTY Wilt thou the way of FOLLY now pursue And turn thy back on WISDOM then adieu But let me tell thee that another day Her path thou l't find like the Strange WOMANS way Who cometh forth with Smiles in rich attire And with her kisses YOVTHFVL LVST doth fire In her curl'd Tresses LETHAL NETS do lye And from her Eye-lids killing Darts do fly Between her breasts surprizing SNARES abide Under her Beauty Deadly VIPERS hide With honey strains her subtile lips doth court The SIMPLE one to her destructive sport With speeches smoother than the finest OYL She doth betray into her fatal TOYL. By wanton amorous glances she allures And with embracing arms her prey secures Thus by her flattering wayes the Captive's led Without all fear to her perfumed bed Not thinking that her woful Guests do dwell Within DEATHS chambers and the vaults of HELL But when a stranger 's filled with his wealth And when he hath consumed all his health When that his HONOUR and his LABOUR lies VVithin her House a slaughtered SACRIFICE VVhen ROTTENNESS enters into his bones And fills his flesh with pain his brest with groans How doth he deeply now reflect upon Those years he gave unto the cruel one How doth he find that burning COALS he plac'd VVithin his bosom whil'st he her embrac'd How doth he now from his EXPERIENCE cry He like a Bird unto the SNARE did fly And whilst unto her way his steps he bent He like an OX unto the slaughter went And that same pleasure which he did so like Now as a dart doth through his Liver strike This is the way of FOLLY this the end Her Feet to DEATH her steps to HELL do tend Like to those streams which through green Meadows glide Till in the Dead Sea they at last do slide So runs her Course through PLEASURE though it take It ends in JUDGMENT and a fiery LAKE YOVNG MAN farewell oh mind thy future state Take Counsel now before it be too late Oh now remember those invited GUESTS That being call'd slighted the Marriage Feast But for so great contempt did dearly pay VVhere MERCY could not gain there WRATH did slay YOVTH VVhat strange Impressions do my Spirits feel How do my former Resolutions reel VVhat strange CONVVLSIONS seize upon my Mind VVhat inward quick DISTORTIONS do I find How do my Thoughts press forth on every side And in two great BATTALIAS do divide Assaulting each the other with great Force Sometimes LVST gaining Ground sometimes REMORSE VVith armed troops the SENSUAL APPETITE Doth beat down all before it in the Fight Till CONSCIENCE with fresh succours doth oppose And by strong hand her Forces overthrows AFFECTIONS see it and do haste to bring Relief and Succour to the broken WING And so with furious rage they down do fell All that their fierce Impressions would repell The WILL well backed with the chiefest flower Or Veteran Souldiers with a mighty power Doth on the Gross of the Battalia fall And questions not but for to carry all And now the JVDGMENT with its utmost might Makes strong resistance and prevents a flight And with brave Courage and repeated blows Represseth the great fury of her Foes And whilst they thus engage with Warlike hands