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	good_a	great_a	4,237	5	2.7854	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57564	Lvx occidentalis, or, Providence display'd in the coronation of King William and Queen Mary, and their happy accession to the crown of England with other remarks / by T.R. ...	T. R. (Thomas Rogers), 1660-1694.	1689 (1689)	Wing R1839; ESTC R5777	17,221	37

hadst thou help'd the Boys had then prevail'd By thee Elizium had been storm'd and scal'd Thy wit had rallied nay ev'n baffled Jove When brandish'd Mountains useless Toyes did prove Go on great Genius let whole Nations be Demolish'd and undone to set up thee Since thou art now just in thy plotting prime Court not delay but snatch the present time Do thou but speak vast crowds shall make reply Thick Troops of fighting Fools will follow thee Tho canst the senseless Multitude beguile With solemn nod and artificial smile And Magick sense disguis'd in Gospel stile Thus flattering Phoebus to th' Spectator's Eye Dresses and tricks up a tempestuous Sky In a bright Livery and the World beguiles With gaudy mischief and ill natur'd smiles Thus treacherous Pyrates wantonly display Deceitful colours to invite a prey Thus wiser Fiends with false assumed light Gild their dark Vests and play upon the sight And so canst thou delude men unawares With flowery Nets gay Wiles and Golden snares What are the Vulgar but meer passive Tools A pack of poor predestinated Fools 'T is their lot and prerogative to be Made slaves to men of Wit and Policy Mov'd by the Breath and guided by the Hand They 'll all things do though nothing understand And thus inspir'd by thy example they Will sin by rote and fight extempore Neither will I be wanting for I 'll be An Actor in the Black Solemnity With airy Legions from the boundless Deep I 'll come and through your Foes with fury sweep Hag-like I 'll clog their Vitals and destroy Then Vulture-like I 'll seize upon my prey Hot vapours steams and gore shall be my Food I 'll quench my thirst with nectarous draughts of Blood Thus I my vengeance shall accomplish quite Were it to gain Heav'n I 'd not lose the sight And now methinks I see impartial Fate Like a Colossus stand with equal feet On great and vulgar with an even hand Dealing Destruction all around the Land Methinks already I behold the Peers Of the celestial Senate clad in Fears Each drooping Saint with heavy trembling heart Does from his Golden Dormitory start And every Singer i' th' Harmonious Quire In thoughtful hurry throws aside his lyre The first brave Rebels that attack'd the Skies Did not Omnipotence so much surprize As shall your sprightly and well-ballanc'd Rage Look to it well and I 'll dare to presage For one short act the Triumph of an Age. I saw this written when I last did pry Into th' dark Volume of Eternity There I did read Britannia's Mournful Doom After six Moons were past it was to come Three are past by the rest are rowling on And the kind hours seem eager to be gone Tho' Death Time Fate and the incensed band Of injur'd Heav'n in opposition stand All their united force shall not dispel That gloomy sentence that is seal'd in Hell. What nobler praise or more exalted bliss Then that which is atchiev'd by wickedness Did not the World's first famous Monarchies By glorious rapines thefts and murders rise Th' Assyrian Persian and the Grecian Sparks Scorning the censure of dull dreaming Clerks Advanc't to that bold height of Regency By crimes too great for weak Posterity So the brave Roman too With Diabolick inspiration fill'd With Blood his Everlasting Name did guild And upon conquer'd Necks a lasting Empire build Such was the genius of those Men of worth Which the first Ages of the World brought forth Thus 't was 'till Gospel pedantry came in And every gallant Act was deem'd a sin Hence pious Fools with painted terrors scarr'd Poor injur'd Nature of all rights debarr'd They robb'd themselves to enrich their Enemies They stole from Nature but they gain'd no prize Unless the Gibbet Rack and servile toils Were counted Trophies and embrac't for spoils For what more eligible things then these Did the Sots find in many Centuries Blest Souls that feel at distance unknown joys That feed on tales of bliss that never cloys On sacred nothings and immortal toys But our Progenitors with unerring steel These innovations quickly did repel Their charms have laid the Gospel in a trance And turn'd the Bible to a grave Romance Those tame Mock-Heroes who themselves betray'd Those Legendary Saints in Masquerade Were quickly Damn'd and made a comick Theam While glorious Murderer drown'd the Martyr's Name By such rare Arts our Faction first did grow And that which did create must still conserve it so O that I could at present but survey That dismal Scene which my fond hopes display Bless'd in the midst of Curses I could dwell And think my self imparadic'd in Hell. But lo the Sun with an aspiring Beam Joys and diverts me from this wanton Dream The all-surrounding Globe with darted Ray Begins to snatch back and redeem the day The blushing Moon has modestly withdrawn Her glittering Mantle and her Silver Lawn The Feather'd Quire already does salute Rising Aurora but I 'll soon confute Their promis'd Mirth by forcing back the night And breathing Storms in my Fantastick Flight I 'll blot the Sun with a tempestuous yawn And blast Aurora in her blooming Dawn The EPILOGUE SEarch all the Records of the World pass o'er The Tripple Continent t'th ' Western Shore And tell me after all if you can find A man without some darkness in his mind Tell me if any can by Humane Skill A clear discernment make 'twixt good and ill Without some cloud of Error in the will. Vain Shows tumultuous Pomp and endless Strife Fill up the vacant Scenes of Humane Life In these we idly spend long days and years Bereaft of Reason which should guide our cares For Reason nothing covets nothing fears In vain Men talk of God and Providence While they reject the Favours they dispense In vain the Stars are kind the Skies are clear While cloudy Passions in our Breasts make War. Hopeless perhaps we pray when danger 's nigh And Heav'n in pitty sends some quick supply But when the Danger and the Storm is o'er We court that Ruine which we fear'd before Thus to our loss we wantonly combine And pull down Wrath which Heav'n did ne'er design We bribe the Deity to our own ill And make him punish us against his will. Good Heav'n since such wild thoughts Mankind infest Tell me where I may fix my Soul and rest With generous mind neither depress'd nor proud Teach me to soar above th' unthinking Crowd That plac'd in a fair Orb and calm retreat I may look down with pitty on the great And view the Storms of State beneath my feet And that I may with one well-fram'd desire Grasp all the Wealth to which I do aspire Give me kind Heav'n a body firm and sound With stedfast mind and a good Conscience crown'd A Conscience that can bear without affright The Dangers of the day and Terrors of the night A Conscience free from fashionable Crimes That stands unmov'd and turns not with the Times A Conscience that ne'er can with pressures bend But can call Death himself a welcome Friend That counts the Primitive Martyrs fruitful Toils Far better Trophies more illustrious Spoils Than Gifts of Courts and all that tempting Fate That springs from the rich falls in Church and State. Happy 's that Man whom nothing can defeat Who bravely scorns to be ignobly great Who o'er himself does unmolested reign And seeks no wider Empire to obtain Who bless'd with obscure Ease not gawdy Strife After the dull fatigue of Humane Life When Death draws nigh Life's Ligaments t' unbind Feels no convulsive Tremblings in his mind But with a look Serene and peaceful breath Falls undisturb'd and smiles i' th' face of Death FINIS