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	live_v	14,020	5	5.5195	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19003	Death's loud allarum: or, A perfect description of the frailty of mans life with some admonitions to warne all men and women to repentance. To the tune of, Aime not too high.	Crimsal, Richard.	1635 (1635)	STC 5420; ESTC S108761	2,086	2

Death's loud Allarum OR A perfect description of the frailty of Mans life with some admonitions to warne all men and Women to repentance To the tune of Aime not too high LAment your sinnes good people all lament You plainely fee the Messenger is sent I meane grim death and he doth play his part He stands prepar'd to strike you to the heart How suddenly alas there 's none doth know We all must yéeld to Death ' this death we owe. Our time is short we have not long to stay We are not sure to live one night nor day No nor one houre or minut which is lesse As God doth please our time is more or lesse We are all mortall that live here below And all must dye that is the debt we owe. No strength nor valour can this death prevent Nor can faire beauty hinder his intent Both rich and poore must all prepare to dye No King nor Subject can proud death denye Death feares no friend nor doth he dread a foe We all must dye that is the debt we owe. Behold and sée all you that smile at death You plainely sée how fickle is your breath To day alive to morrow clad in clay Therefore prepare repent wéep fast and pray Our sinnes doe cause the Lord to send us woe We all must die that is the debt we owe. Thy brother's dead and buryed in the ground Prepare thy self the mournfull Bell doth sound The grave stands open ready to receive Whom death doth strike prepare to take thy leave The day nor houre there is none that doth know We all must die that is the debt we owe. Then why doe we so vainely spend our time And unto wickednesse so much incline We live as though we never meant to die Spending our dayès most lewd and wantonly All wickednesse doth daily in us grow Yet all must die that is the debt we owe. In pride and lust we daily doe abound What wicked sinnes but in us may be found Wrath and revenge with beastly gluttony With drunkennesse deceit and flattery All this appeares apparantly in show Yet all must die that is the debt we owe. The hearts of men are growne as hard as stone They 'l not give eare unto the griefe and mone Which their poore brethren make being opprest Take héed hard heart for death will thee arrest And then 't is doubtfull will begin thy woe For all must die that is the debt we owe. The second part To the same tune IT is our sinnes doth cause Gods wrath to fall For we offend ev'n generally all Both rich and poore with yong and old also Let us repent least God increase our woe If we repent the Lord will mercy show We all must die that is the debt we owe. Some séeme to murmur and to make complaint But they are those whose faith is weake and faint They doe not truly feare nor serve the Lord Nor doe they note his blessed holy Word Upon repentance he will mercy show But all must die that is the debt we owe. Gods mercy goes before his justice still He 's alwayes sure to punish us for ill He lets us scape in hope we may amend Thus he 's to us a father and a friend But we to him ungracelesse children grow Yet all must die that is the debt we owe. What can a father doe more for a sonne Then our good Father and our God hath done He made us from the brittle earth and clay And gave vs breath yet him we disobay O wretched creatures why should we doe so We all must die that is the debt we owe. Over all creatures man a ruler is Hath not the Lord done much in doing this O thinke on this and praise him for the same Give laud and glory to his holy name All men that 's living ought for to doe so We all must die that is the debt we owe. But we forget our duties to our God Wherefore he now doth scourge us with his rod His punishment we now are like to féele He shoots his Arrowes from his Bow of stéele Which Bow doth séeme to strike a deadly blow We all must die that is the debt we owe. What father alwayes will forgive his child That disobays his will and is most vild Correction doth befit a wicked son 'T is true we must confesse the same each one Now God correct's us by one blow In hope thereby that we will better grow Then let 's amend our lives most spéedily We may live long or suddenly may die Let us prepare our selves for to repent It cannot long ti●e ere our glasse be spent Our time is short for certaine it is so We all must die that is the debt we owe. Happy 's that man that is for death prepar'd Although he die heaven is his reward He lives to die and dies to live againe In joyes eternally for to remaine Thrice blessed's he that lives and dieth so We all must die that is the debt we owe. Then séeing all must die as that we must While we live here in God lets put our trust Then we shall die to live with him in joy And happinesse which never will decay Let all true Christians wish it may be so For all must die that is the debt we owe. Looke not upon thy pleasures and thy pride But for thy silly soule doe thou provide Minde not this world 't is vaine and transitory Minde heaven on high which is a place of glory Unto which place Lord grant that we may goe When we doe die Amen let all say so R. FINIS Printed at London for Iohn Wright the Young and are to be sold at his shop at the upper end of the Old-Bayley