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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	soul_n	6,945	5	5.0141	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03783	The deplorable life and death of Edward the Second, King of England Together with the downefall of the two vnfortunate fauorits, Gauestone and Spencer. Storied in an excellent poëm.	Hubert, Francis, Sir, d. 1629.	1628 (1628)	STC 13900; ESTC S104257	65,064	152

and that 's the graue 570 Yet whilst we trauell fortune like the weather Doth alter faire or foule so doth our way If faire then friends like foules do flocke together If fowle each man doth shift a seuerall way Only our virtues or our vices stay And goe with vs whose endlesse memorie Doth make vs liue or die eternally 571 This is the fraight that men cannot vnload No not by death therefore mortalitie Worke for thy selfe whilst heere thou mak'st abode For on the present hath dependencie Thy fortunes endlesse blisse or miserie And death 's the Conuoy to conduct vs home Come death to me that I to rest may come 572 Perhaps thou fear'st me being great and high Oh death man were a thing intollerable Were he not mortall but eu'n kings must die No priuiledge doth against death enable Both fat and leane are dishes for his table The difference this the poore one hath his graue The great one he his Monument must haue 573 Our fates may be conceiu'd but not controul'd Before our dated time we cannot die Our daies are numbred and our minuts tould But life and death are destin'd from on high And when that God that rules th' imperiall skie Shall find it fit then thou shalt goe in peace Meane while with patience looke for thy release 574 Thus vnto care I pay his due complaint And ioyn'd with all my tributarie teares Such my lament for griefe finds no restraint As they at last did come vnto their eares That by the Castle past which caus'd such feares In their selfe guiltie soules that vs'd me so As they resolu'd by death to end my woe 575 To which effect came letters from the Court Written by Tarlton at the Queenes command In such a Clowdie and ambiguous sort That diuerse waies one might them vnderstand By pointing them that if they should be scand He and his Letters might be free from blame And they delinquent that abus'd the same 576 The words were these kill Edward doe not feare T is good which being comma'd diuerslie As please the reader double since may beare Oh Art thou art the worlds chiefe treasurie But being imploy'd to practise villanie What Monstrous births from thy fowle wombe do spring So Grammar heere is made to kill a king 577 Which to effect they first remoued me From forth the Vault where I before did lie And made a shew as if they seem'd to be Compassionated for my misery And would hereafter grant immunitie For such vnworthy vsage so we see The Sun shines hot before the shower will be 578 But being ouerwatch'd and wearied too Nature was much desirous of some rest Which gaue them oportunitie to do What they desir'd for being with sleepe opprest They Clapt a massie table on my brest And with great weight so kept me downe withall That breath I could not much lesse crie and call 579 And then into my fundament they thrust A litle horne as I did groueling lie And that my violent death might shun mistrust Through the same horne a red hot Spit whereby They made my gutts and bowells for to frie And so continu'd till at last they found That I was dead yet seem'd to haue no wound 580 And heere I pitch the pillars of my paine Now Ne plus ultra shall my posie be And thou which hast discrib'd my tragick raigne Let this at least giue some content to thee That from disastrous fortunes none are free Now take the worke out of the Loomes againe And tell the world that all the world is vaine FINIS Henry 4. Hen. 4.

high glorious frame That frame whence God all earthly deeds descries That God that guerdons sin with death and shame Shall witnesse yea and will reuenge the same That you haue bin most cruell to your king Whose death his doome his doome your deaths will bring 550 Vnmanly men remember what I was And thinke withall what you your selues might be I was a king a powerfull king I was You see my fall and can your selues be free But you haue friends why you were friends to me And yet you see how much your loue is chang'd So others loues from you may be estrang'd 551 But you are young and full of able strength And am not I what boots my strength or youth Both now seeme firme but both shall faile at length Old age cold ache and both sad griefe ensueth But you are wise the more should be your ruth Of mine estate whose rack may teach you this That hateful chance may clowde your greatest blisse 552 You are not no you are not beasts by birth Nor yet am I made of a sencelesse stone We all were fram'd and all shall turne to earth You should haue feeling soules for I haue one Then seeme at least relenting to my moane I pittie craue and crauing let me haue it Because one day your selues may need to craue it 553 But these dead motiues could not worke at all In their sad steely hearts the least remorse They rather added wormwood to my gall And exercise of ills did make them worse So violent streames hold on their wonted course And being flesh't in crueltie before Vse made the habit perfect more and more 554 And least one torment should be left vntri'de They shut me in a vault and laid by me Dead carkasses of men that lately died That their foule stinck my fatall bane might be These were the obiects that mine eyes did see These smells I smelt with these I did conuerse And vnto these these words I did rehearse 555 Oh happy soules whose bodies here I see For you haue plaid your parts and are at rest Yet some way haplesse ye may seeme to be That with your bodyes I am thus distrest Perhaps you 'd grieue if that you knew at least That by your meanes your King is thus tormented Grieue not deare soules for I am well contented 556 'T is not your bodies senselesse as they are That doe inflictt these torments on your King But the fierce agents of proud Mortimer From them my plagues proceed as from their spring And oh iust heauen let them their tribute bring Backe to the Ocean whence they first did flow And in their passage still more greater grow 557 But what poore soule haue you deseru'd so ill That being dead you must want buriall Nothing but this I must my fates fulfill And still be plagu'd with woes vnnaturall My wretchednesse must still transcend in all The liuing and the dead must doe me spight And you poore soules for me must want your right 558 But you are happy free from sense of wrong Here be your bodies but your soules are well Death doe not you forbeare your stroke too long That with these happy soules my soule may dwell And soule be glad to goe here is thy hell And eu'n in this th' art happy that t is heere Oh better so then it should be else where 559 What seest thou now but obiects of disgrace What dost thou heare but scornes and termes of spight What dost thou touch that is not vile and base What dost thou smell but stench both day and night What dost thou tast that may procure delight Thy sight thy hearing touching tast and smell All crie for heauen for here is now their hell 560 This darksome vault the house of Acheron These wicked men like friends do torture me These verie Snakes resemble Phlegeion Mine acted sinnes like fearefull Iuries be And he that would a whole infernall see Let him obserue those torments I indure And he shall finde them hells true portraiture 561 The earthit selfe is wearie of my paine And like a tender mother moanes for me From me thou cam'st returne to me againe Within my wombe I le keepe thee safe quoth shee And from these vile abusers set thee free Neuer shall these fell Tyrants wrong thee more He that paies death dischargeth euerie score 562 These bodies that thou seest thy brothers were Subiect to many wants and thousands woes They now are clear'd from care and free'd from feare And from the pressing of insulting foes And now they liue in loue and sweet repose Thy selfe canst witnesse that they feele no woe And as they rest eu'n thou shalt rest thee so 563 Their eies that whilst they liu'd oft tided teares Thou seest how sweetly they enioy their rest Those harsh vnpleasing sounds that deaft their eares Are turn'd to Angels tunes amongst the blest Their soules that were with pensiue thoughts possest Now in their makers bosome without end Enioy that peace whereto thy soule doth bend 564 And thou hadst need of peace poore wretched soule If euer any soule had neede of peace God being in armes against thee doth inrowle All nature in his list which doth not cease To fight against thee and doth still encrease Thy wretchednesse forbeare rebellious dust To war with him who is both great and iust 565 Oh would to God that I had di'de ere this Then had my sinnes bin fewer then they are Then had my soule long since repos'd in blisse Which now is wandring still in wayes of care Lifes griefe exceeds lifes good without compare Each day doth bring a fresh supply of sorrow Most wretched now yet shall be more to morrow 566 My carefull mother might haue helped me When I lay sprawling in her tender wombe If she had made her burdened belly be My fruitlesse birth-bed and my fatall tombe Sure had she knowne her sonnes accursed doome Shee neuer would haue wrong'd her selfe so much To beare a wretch saue whom was neuer such 567 My tender nurse is guiltie of these paines Shee might haue put some poyson in my pappe Or let me fall and so dasht out my braines When she full oft did daunce me on her lap A thousand waies had freed me from mishap But he whom heauen ordaines to liue distrest Death will delay to set that wretch at rest 568 For Death's the wearie Pilgrims rest and Ioy This world of woes a hard and flintie way Our birth the path that leads to our annoy Our friends are fellow passengers to day And gone to morrow honor is a stay That either stopps or leads vs all amisse Pleasures are theeues that interrupt our blisse 569 And in our passage as the way doth lie We meete with seuerall Inns wherein we rest Some at the Crowne were lodg'd and so was I Some at the Castle that is now my nest Some at the horne there married folks do feast Though men haue diuerse Inns yet all men haue One home to which they goe