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	world_n	8,295	5	4.5590	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03685	Hope farewel, adieu to all pleasure, or Silvia's matchless cruelty. To the tune of, Hail great sir, &c.		1690 (1690)	Wing H271765B; ESTC R178212	925	1

Hope farewel Adieu to all pleasure OR Silvia's Matchless Cruelty To the Tune of Hail great Sir c. HOPE farewel adieu to all Pleasure No Torment so great as Love in despair Sylvia frowns my Endeavours to please her And laughs at those pains she makes me to bear Life 's my disease and there 's no Cure But death's cruel dart that must set me at ease But when I 'm no more O then may she grieve For him who while living she would never relieve In the World so charming a Creature my Fancy tells me I never beheld Splendid Grace is Love in each Feature That wich Loves Raptures I strangely am fill'd Here I ly slain with darts of Disdain While Sylvia's hard heart will not pity my pain But let her know for all her great hate That she may repent it when it is too late Can you be so desperat cruel As for your sake to let death 〈◊〉 my doom Love is like unquenchible Feuel In which all my Glory and Life will consume Still you despise my sorrowful cryes And over your Lover doth here tyrannize But when kind Death shall once set me free You may be Rewarded for your Crueltie When the World shall read this sad Story Which here I write with a trembling Quill Shewing how you have blasted my Glory Oh! will they not count you a Tyrant still Then let me find my Silvia more kind To comfort and cherish my troubled mind For if I go to the Shades below 'T is you are the Causer of my Overthrow Oh! my Grief is never lamented By she whom I so dearly adore With her Frowns I am daily tormented No Creature for Love e're suffered more Cupid's keen dart hath wounded her heart I never no never did feel greater smart Here a poor slave one smile he does crave Or else you will send him to his silent Grave In your Charms I daily delighted And never thought you my Heaven to be Yet by you I am evermore slighted And now you make a poor Martyr of me Wont you therefore your Captive restore Who sues for your Love and desires no more You may be su●e what Pains I endure And 't is in your power either to kill or cure In a sad and sorrowful Ditty With sighs and tears I send forth my moan Yet my fair one affoords me no pity But lets me languish to death all alone This very day now I must away Both heart and spirit with Life does decay More than Untrue dear Sylvia was you And therefore farewel all the World adieu