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	great_a	time_n	7,743	5	3.4082	3	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A42913	A godly ballad of the just man Job vvherein his great patienc[e ... d]oth declare, his plagues, and his miseries, and yet did not dispar[e.] The tune is, the merchant.		1658 (1658)	Wing G933H; ESTC R215151	828	3

A Godly Ballad of the Just man JOB VVherein his great patie●…●…ch declare His Plagues and his Miseries and yet did not dispare The tune is the Merchant WAlking alone Not long agone I heard one waile and wéepe Alas he said I am now laid in sorrow strong and déepe To heare him cry I did apply and privily abode There did I find In secret mind the Iust and Patient Job His woful paine Did me constraine by force to waile and mone God did him prove How he did love the living Lord alone In heavinesse He did expresse these words with bitter tears Alas poore man Wretched I am ' in care my selfe out-wearde This mortall life Is but a strife a battell great and strong My yeares also Doe waste and goe and not continue long The day wherein I did begin to move and stir my breath Would God I had An exchange made and turned unto death So should not I In misery be wrapped as I am The time and day Well curse I may when to this world I came For my faults past I am out-cast and of all men abhor'd O that I might Once stand in sight to reason with the Lord I should then know Why he doth show this extreame cruelty Vpon this flesh Which is but Grasse and borne is for to dye From top to toe I féele with woe that sorrow is my meat Put to exile With Botch and Bile and dunghill is my seat My kinsfolke talke And by me walke wondring at my fall They count my state Vnfortunate and so forsake me all My Children five Which were alive they all be quite destroy'd The Plague fell On my Cattell with all that I enjoy'd Should I for them My God blaspheme and his good gifts despise That will I not But take my lot giving his Name the praise They were not mine But for a time I know well it is so God gave them me Why should not he againe take them me fro Thus having said Full still I staid his end for to behold I there did sée His felicity increasing manifold I knew well then How patient men should not suffer in vaine But shall be sure To have pleasure rewarde● for their paine London Printed for F. Coles J. VVright Tho Vere and VV. Gilbertson