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	hour_n	time_n	4,805	5	3.8285	3	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B02356	Constant Cloris: or, Her lamentation for Mirtillo. Who was killed in Ireland, before he was married to her, and she for grief and dispair stabbed her self. To the tune of, Celia that I once was blest. Licensed according to order.		1690 (1690)	Wing C5940; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.39.k.6[23]	793	1

Constant CLORIS OR Her lamentation for Mirtillo Who was killed in Ireland before he was Married to her and she for Grief and Dispair stabbed her self To the Tune of Celia that I once was blest Licensed according to Order 1. CLoris in a Mirtle Grove Sat bemoaning of her love To the Turtles on the mirtles Pearching on the twigs above She unto them thus lay crying Come and see a Lover dying She unto c. 2. My Mirtillo he is dead His soul to the Elezium's fled You that Cooing set and Wooing View me on my gloomy Bed O kind Death thy dart is killing And my soul with sorrows filling O kind c. 3. I implore thee make me blest Rob no more my soul of rest For delaying's worse than staying wast me to Mirtillo's breast O Mirtillo where thou' rt roaming My impatient soul is coming O Mirtillo c. 4. Dear Mirtillo is withdrawn To an Everlasting dawn He hath left me and berest me Of those Eyes I doted on But I will not stay behind him I will seek him till I find him But I will c. 5. I 'll pursue his lovely Ghost And rush among the Crying Host Ne're abhor him but seek for him On the sweet Elezium Coast For Mirtillo I 'll Enquire By my looks display my sire For Mirtillo c. 6. My hated hours slowly pass Come Death dissolve this loathsom mass Time is mowing hours going Yet there 's minutes in my glass But Mirtillo I will shake it For revenge my self will break it But Mirtillo c. 7. My eager soul shall pass away To live in Everlasting Day My Mirtilo by the willow 〈◊〉 Does bewail my tedious stay Love does always hate delaying Where 't is fixt is no gainsaying Love does c. 8. Then a bloody knife she took And with a gashly dying look Her heart she pierced love rehearsed And this life she soon forsook Weltering in her gore she cryed Dear Mirtillo and so died Weltering in her c. 9. Fortune had no sooner fround And she receiv'd the fatal Wound But the Turtles on the Mirtles Was with grief incompast round And the small Birds mournful singing Was her Pasing-Bell then ringing And the c. FINIS Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye-Corner