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	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
A80707	Covent Garden drolery, or A colection [sic] of all the choice songs, poems, prologues, and epilogues, (sung and spoken at courts and theaters) never in print before. Written by the refined'st witts of the age. And collected by A.B.	A. B.	1672 (1672)	Wing C6624AB; ESTC R230960	31,777	116

himself to his Study NO proud Insultress know my love Is now fix'd rightly far above The reach of fortunes frown or thine Nor maist thou hope 't will ere decline On thee again Here 't will remain Secure from folly to reward With like contempt this disreguard For here as on Olimpus plac'd I spie The giddy World mislead by foolery 2. My love this will never dye Since here I have variety Then hope not it will so debase It self to doat upon thy face It was thine hate That did create To me this happyness and so Thy form at first did prove my foe For gazeing like an harmless Forreigner On thy bewitching features I did erre 3. But to my self return'd thy pride Deservedly I do deride And seated here I do defie The wanton glaunces of thine Eye Then mourn and chide Th' excess of pride That made thee lose that heart which now With all thy Arts thou cans't not bow Since now with more delight I dayly prove The pleasures of revenge then those of love A SONG CLoris I burn behold and view And cool me with a sigh from you I Fry in flames and still Consume Although the Pill be all Perfume 2. To be in Oyl of Roses drown'd Or Water wher 's the difference found Both bring one death and death will be Unwelcome any way to me 3. Then gentle Maid some pitty show Distroy not him that loves you so A lass I call but ah I see There is no hope in store for me SONG SO closly closly prest In his Clymena's Armes young Damon lay Panting in that transport so over blest He seem'd just ready just to dye away Clymena beheld him with amourous Eyes And thus betwixt sighing and kising she cries Oh make not such hast to begon T is too much unkind While I stay behind For you to be dying alone 2. This made the youth now drawing to his end The happy moment of his death suspend But with so great a pain His flying Soul he did retain That with himself he seem'd at strife Whether to let out Love or keep in Life Then she who already was hasting to Death Said softly and trembleing and all out of breath Oh! now my dear let us go Dye with me Damon for now I dye too Thus dyed they but 't was of so secret a death That so to dye again they took new breath SONG AWay with this legal Fruition The pennance of Flegmatick love Devised by some old Polititian Whose sinewes no longer could move Since wenching is modest and beauties is common Why should we wed the defects of a woman 2. The Husband has all the vexation The quarrels and care of the Sheets Fair Perriwigs and Fops in 'th Fashion For nothing enjoy all the sweets Since c. 3. If the Wife has witt beauty or portion Fine cloathes and Gallants must be had She followes the Court for Promotion And high for the new Masquerade Since c. 4. When the Chaos was made a Creation And all things in order did move The wisest in every nation Went into all they did love Since c. 5. Each bout is a feast of new pleasure To those that may any where feed The Bees have all natures sweet treasure But Drones are confin'd to a weed Since wenching is modish and beauties is common Why should we wed the defects of a woman The Willow-wearing Lovers disconsolate Complaint 1. VVHen first I beheld my fair Philomels face She appear'd like an Angel to me But ●hen her dear love She vouchsaf't me to prove I was blest with what mankind could be 2. She has toy'd and has talk'd when abroad we have walk'd And at home all delights have exprest Her discourse and her parts Would have ravish'd all hearts That ever with her had convers'd 3. When we were alone then I gaz'd on her face And the more I did gaze I admir'd No words I could speak Least my heart it should break But with sigh's it told what I desir'd 4. Her frown 's would sometimes put me into dispair But her smiles did create me new bliss Though my death had me seiz'd Yet if she were but pleas'd She could give me new life with a kiss 5. In fine all perfections that ever were seen In all beauties in her did abound With Loves sweets most divine Did my Philomell shine Oh! her Parrallel's not to be found 6. But mark what false fortune unto me has done My delights were too great long to stay For those sweets which she sware Should increase ever more In one moment all vanish'd away 7. For her faith she has broak and denies me those joyes VVhich in freedome I oft have possest By her scorn 's I 'me betray'd And alass I am made The most wretched who was the most blest 8. VVith melancholly sighs I am tormented each day My discontents hourly increase My mind is perplext And my heart sore opprest And my soul will ne're be at peace 9. Therefore oh you gods I am firmly resolv'd Your power shan't my passion controule I 'le dye for her sake And in death I make A Love offering to her of my Soul Prologue To the Knight of the burning Pestle IF any heer have ancient Records seen Of Amadis or doughty Palmerin Of Squire and Dwarf and of enchanted wood And taken true delight in Gyants blood Such we invite with confidence to laugh At the stout Acts and Monuments of Ra'ph Of Ralph who humbly does each Lady greet And layes his Burning Pestle at her feet This to the Learned it does now remain We descend upward to the vulgar swain And gravely tell him that our Fletchers wit Has here burlesqu'd all he himself had writ Burlesqu'd that is has turn'd to ridicule As one would say has wisely play'd the fool Mock-love Mock passion that is still to say He as it were has farcifi'd a Play This Gallants is that Play which for your sake We now revive and doubt not it will take For in our vertuous Age Not only every wit Lampoons his brother But men are all burlosque to one another In Burgundy and Mant the great ones rayle But then blind sides are found in Mum and Ale Therefore laugh on and rally all you can For ther 's no fop like to your absent man The world will laugh at all you do or say Then laugh you for a clubs an equal lay As good fall on since you are sure to pay Epilogue THe Prologue durst not tell before 't was seen The Plot we had to swinge the Mayden Queen For had we then discover'd our intent The Fop who writ it had not giv'n consent Or the new peaching trick at least had shown And brought in others faults to hide his own That wit he has been by his betters taught When he 's accus'd to shew another's fault When one wit 's hunted hard by joynt consent Another claps betwixt and does prevent His death for many Hares still foyl the scent Thus our poor Poet would