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	life_n	night_n	6,421	5	6.6718	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A85493	Love given o're: or, A satyr against the pride, lust, and inconstancy, &c. of woman.	Brown, Thomas, 1663-1704.; Gould, Robert, d. 1709?	1685 (1685)	Wing G1424; ESTC R214276	8,249	17

say I so were those Apples too Which in the midst of the first Garden grew But when they were examin'd all within Wrapt in a specious and alluring skin Lay the rank baits of never dying Sin Nature made all things fair 't is not deny'd And dress'd 'em in an unaffected Pride The Earth the Meadows Rivers Woods and Flow'rs Proclaim the skill of their great Maker's pow'r And as they first were made do yet remain And all their Prim'tive Beauties still retain Nothing but vain fantastick Woman 's chang'd And through all Mischief's various Mazes rang'd And with strange frantick Folly they have shown Folly peculiar to themselves alone More ways to Pride Sloth and all sorts of Sin Than there are Fires in Hell to plunge 'em in Thus that they 're Fair you see is not deny'd But tell me are th' Unhansom free from Pride No no the Strait the Crooked Ugly Fair Have all promiscuously an equal share Thus Sir you see how they 're estrang'd and stray'd From what by Nature they at first were made Yet tho' so many of their Crimes I 've nam'd That 's still untold for which they most are Fam'd A Sin tall as the Pyramids of old From whose aspiring top we may behold Enough to damn a World what should it be But Curse upon the name Inconstancy O tell me does the World those Men contain For I have look't for such but look't in vain Who ne're were drawn into their Fatal Snares Fatal I call 'em for he 's damn'd that 's there Inspir'd then by your Wrongs and my just spight I 'le bring the Fiend unmask't to humane sight Tho' hid in the black Womb of deepest Night No more the Wind the faithless Wind shall be A Simile for their Inconstancy For that sometimes is fixt but Woman's Mind Is never fixt or to one Point inclin'd Less fixt than in a Storm the Billows be Or trembling Leaves upon an Aspen Tree Which ne're stand still but ev'ry way inclin'd Turn twenty times with the least breath of Wind. Less fixt than wanton Swallows while they play In the Sun-beams to welcome in the Day Now yonder now they 'r here as soon are there In no place long and yet are ev'ry where Like a toss'd Ship their Passions fall and rise One while you 'd think it touch'd the very Skies When strait upon the Sand it grov'ling lies Ev'n she her self Silvia th' lov'd and fair Whose one kind look cou'd save me from despair She she whose Smiles I valu'd at that rate To enjoy them I scorn'd the frowns of Fate Ev'n she her self but Ah! I 'm loth to tell Or blame the Crimes of one I lov'd so well But it must out ev'n she swift as the Wind Swift as the airy motions of the Mind At once prov'd false and perjur'd and unkind Here they to day invoke the Pow'rs above As Witnesses to their Immortal Love When lo away the airy Fantom flies And e're it can be said to live it dies Thus all Religious Vows and Oaths they break With the same ease and freedom as they speak Nor is that sacred Idol Marriage free Marriage which musty Drones affirm to be The tye of Souls as well as Bodies nay The Spring that does through unseen Pipes convey Fresh sweets to Life and drives the bitter dregs away The Sacred Flame the Guardian Pile of Fire That guides our steps to peace nor does expire Till it has left us nothing to desire Ev'n thus adorn'd the Idol is not free From the swift turns of their Inconstancy Witness the Ephesian Matron whose lewd Act Has made her name Immortal as the Fact Who to the Grave with her dead Husband went And clos'd her self up in his Monument Where on cold Marble she lamenting lay In sighs she spent the Night in Tears the Day The wond'ring World extoll'd her faithful Mind Extoll'd her as the best of Woman-kind But see the World's mistake and with it see The strange effects of wild Inconstancy For she her self ev'n in that sacred Room With one brisk vig'rous On-set was o'recome And made a Brothel of her Husband's Tomb Whose pale Ghost trembl'd in its Sacred Shrowd Wond'ring that Heav'n th' Impious Act allow'd Horror in Robes of Darkness stalk't around And through the frighted Tomb did Groans resound The very Marbles wept the Furies howl'd And in hoarse Murmurs their amazement told All this shook not the Dictates of her Mind But with a boldness bold as was her Crime She made her Husband's Ghost in Death a Slave Her necessary Pimp ev'n in his Grave Are these ye Gods the Virtues of a Wife The Peace that Crowns a Matrimonial Life Is this the Sacred Prize for which Man fights Bliss of his Days and Rapture of his Nights The Rains that guide him in his wild Careers And the Supporter of his feeble Years His Freedom in his Chains in Want his Store His Health in Sickness and his Wealth when Poor No no 't is Contradiction opposite As much as Heav'n's to Hell or Day 's to Night They crown Man's Life with Peace no rather far They are the cause of all his Bosom-war The very Source and Fountain of his Woes Ftom whence Despair and Doubt for ever flows The Gall that mingles with his best delight Rank to the Taste and nauseous to the Sight A Days the weight of Care that clogs his Breast At Night the Hagg that does disturb his rest His mortal Sickness in the midst of Health Chains in his Freedom Poverty in Wealth Th' Eternal Pestilence and Plague of Life Th' Original and Spring of all his Strife These rather are the Virtue of a Wife Yet if all these should not sufficient be To make us understand our misery See it summ'd up in their Inconstancy In which so many various ways they move They now Inconstant in their Follies prove Ev'n as inconstant as they do in Love Nor is' t alone confin'd in those to range Their Vices too themselves admit of change Their dearest darling Vices Lust and Pride With all they promise think or dream beside O how inconstant then must Woman be When constant only in Inconstancy O why ye awful Pow'rs why was 't your Will To mix our solid good with so much ill Unless 't were when you found rebellious Man For ' ere time was you cou'd their Actions scan Would commit Crimes so impious and high That they were made your veng'ance to supply For not the wild destructive waste of War Nor all the endless Lab'rinths of the Bar. Famine Revenge perpetual loss of Health No nor that grinning Fiend Despair it self When it insults with most tyrannick sway Can plague or torture mankind more than they But hold don't let me blame the Pow'rs Divine Or at the wond'rous Works they made repine All first was good form'd by th' eternal Will Tho' some has since degenerated to ill Ev'n Woman was they say made chaste and good But Ah! not long in that blest State she stood She fell she fell and sow'd the poys'nous Seeds Of Murder Rapine all inhumane Deeds Which now so very firm have taken root That Heav'n in vain wou'd strive to raze 'em out But stop my Pen for who can comprehend Or trace those Crimes which ne're can have an end The Sun The Moon the Stars that gild the Sky The World and all its glories too must dye And in one universal Ruine lie But they ev'n Immortality will gain And live but must for ever live in pain For ever live damn'd to eternal Night And never more review the Sacred Light Beware then dull deluded Man beware And let not treacherous Woman be the Snare To make you the Companions with 'em there Scorn their vain Smiles and all their Arts despise And your Content at that just value prize As not to let those rav'nous Thieves of Prey Rifle and bear the sacred Prize away 'T is they 't is they that robs us of that Gem How cou'd we lose it were it not for them Avoid 'em then with all the gawdy Arts Which they still practise to amuse our Hearts Avoid 'em as you wou'd avoid their Crimes Or the mad Follies that infest the Times Avoid 'em as you wou'd the pains of Hell For in them as in that Damnation dwells But now shou'd some for doubtless we may find Many a true bred Beast amongst Mankind Shou'd such contemn the wholesom Rules I give And in contempt of what I 've spoke still live Like base-soul'd Slaves still those vile Fetters wear When they may be as unconfin'd as Air Or the wing'd Race what does inhabit there May all the Plagues that Woman can invent Pursue 'em with eternal Punishment May they but stay my Curses I forestall For in one Curse I 've comprehended all But say Sir if some Pilot on the Main Shou'd be so mad so resolutely vain To steer his Bark upon that fatal Shore Where he has seen ten thousand wrack't before Tho' he shou'd perish there say wou'd you not Bestow a Curse on the Notorious Sot Trust me the Man 's as frenzical as he Who venturs his frail Bark out wilfully On the Wild Rocky Matrimonial Sea When round about and just before his Eyes Such a destructive waste of fatal Ruine lies FINIS