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	see_v	9,818	5	3.5124	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10687	The countrie mans comfort. Or Religious recreations fitte for all well disposed persons. Which was printed in the yeere of our Lord 1588. And since corrected, amended, and enlarged by the same author. I.R.	Rhodes, John, minister of Enborne.	1637 (1637)	STC 20961; ESTC S103457	26,382	92

among us bee that have from slandrous tongue bin free Then to conclude seeth it is so that slandrous tongues all sorts will bite Let faith and patience be thy guide and let the Lord give them their right Till then pray thou to God with me to mend those tongues that slandrous be FINIS A song or ditty shewing the nature of the ambitious and what is true happinesse namely to live as that we may make a good end before death THe happy life in these our dayes That all doth seek both small and great Is who may gaine or win the prayse or who may sit in highest seat But in this life happ what happ shall the happy end exceedeth all A good beginning oft we see but seldome standeth at one stay For few doe like the meane degree then prayse at parting some men say To death seeth euery one is thrall the happy end exceedeth all To be as wise as Cato was or rich as Cressus in his life To haue the strength of Hercules which did subdue by force and strife What helpeth it when Death doth call the happy end exceedeth all The longer life that we desire the more offence doth daily grow The greater paine it doth require except the Lord some pitty shew Wherefore I thinke and euer shall the happy end exceedeth all The rich my well the poore releeue the rulers may redresse much wrong The learned can good counsell giue but marke the end of this my song Who shewes good fruites happy I call his happy end exceedeth all FINIS A song in dispraise of spight and enuie To the tune of Now leaue and let me rest VVHen spight hath spent his worst and malice wrought his will Then truth will trie the iust and sift the good from ill Though truth may hap be blamed by spight and spightfull parts Yet truth shall not be shamed for all their spightfull hearts For truth will trie it selfe at length with honest fame When that the spightfull elfe shall hide his head for shame Spight is a spightfull sin with falshood to preuaile A spightfull fained friend hath poyson in his tayle Spight spies out spightfull wayes a true man to deface And laughs when he decayes such is his spightfull grace Yet speake out spight and spare not to spend thy spight dispatch For all thy spight I care not nor for no spightfull wratch For when thy spight is spent and truth shall come in place Then shame thy selfe shall shent and shew thy shamefull face For truth shall still prevaile in spight of spights ill minde Though spight spightfull rayles as curres that bite behinde God sendes them all mis-chance that spends such spightfull drosse With falshood to advance themselues with others losse For spight I little care let spight spie out his worst And make of spight no spare for in truth will I trust Sith truth did never faile at length for his defence Against wrong to prevaile for all his false pretence Vse falshood they that list in earnest or in gaine A false man never mist for falshood ●o haue shame A sorrowfull song or sonnet wherin is lamented our miserable estate in this life hunting after vanity To the tune of Labandalashot TO view the state of mans vnrest I muse oft times in mournfull brest What causeth him by sundry wayes to seeke for worldly pelfe and praise What hope what helpe what tried trust what ioy or stay in things vniust What sureance haue we here to bide we come and goe as doth the tide And yet we take felicitie to loue this worldly vanitie How many mischiefes may befall vpon thy head O man mortall When thou in ioy and iollitie doest little thinke of miserie Great heapes of heavie harmefull haps doth lucklesly light in our laps The snatching snare of death is spread and man on so daine is strooke dead Yea tract of time doth plainly try this world to be but vanitie O wicked Diues man of mold that hadst all pleasures twentie fold Th' abuse thereof doth record beare that thou wouldst not impart nor spare One farthing to the fatherlesse nor needie neighbors in distresse Can riches bring thee backe againe out of this place of plunging paine Where thou in woefull waues must lie bereft of worldly vanitie My mind is much dismayd to see both high and low of each degree How cunningly their parts they play as though this world should last for aye The king in higher place would sit the subiect thinkes himselfe most fit To rule and raigne in regall state that in the sight of small and great He may be seene to sit on hie amidst this worldly vanitie All good advise and counsell graue which we in memory should haue Is cast into oblivion and cleane forgot of eueryman Examples rare of Gods iudgement will not procure vs to repent His benefits we doe abuse his sacred word we doe refuse His mercies powred plenteously we doe reiect for vanitie Such lawlesse Lawyers some there be that plea des on both sides as wee see For many makes the matter sure and maister Mendax will procure That you shall be dispatcht with speed if you can helpe him at his need These prating parasites God knowes which in the silly sheepe-skin goes Deceiueth men by flatterie and all for worldly vanitie Prepend the life of merchants eke how ventrously at sea they seeke For their advantage many miles and then with sundry worldly wiles The simple sort they doe deceiue and so the web of sin thy weaue For that with othes and count'nance made the country people they perswade All ware is good of honestie when it is worse then vanitie If we would thinke vpon our state and in our selues be at debate A remedie there might be found to beat our sinnes vnto the ground But we in wantonnesse doe spend our life and liuings to the end And hauocke makes such wast and spoyle that Lazers poore doe starue the while Instead of hospitalitie is Bacchus bankets of gluttonie Could swinish Sodom liue more ill and be so bent to wanton will Or could Gommorra truly say that we liue not so ill as they If we be iudge our selues herein yet must we looke to sinke for sinne Our carelesse life calls to the Lord for vengeance great of fire and sword We haue no care to liue godly but to delight in vanitie From friends to flatterers we come from God to godlesnesse we runne Of whoredome now is nothing made and drunkennnsse is no ill trade We iest it out when we defame our neighbours nothing worthy blame Vpon suspect reuenge we will what so we doe it is not ill To beare false witnesse wrongfully some are content for vanitie Of sacred scriptures we will none for we can read the same at home Of ministers we haue no care we doe deride them here and there We loathe their learned exhortations which should be for our owne saluations Such like reprochfull words some vse Gods messengers for to abuse For they reprooue