Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	dead_a	die_v	sin_n	16,958	5	5.5972	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A96215	The VVest-country damosels complaint: or, The faithful lovers last farewel. Being the relation of a young maid who pined her self to death, for the love of a young-man, who after he had notice of it, dyed likewise for grief. : Careless young-men, by this a warning take, how you kind virgins (when they love) forsake; least the same fate o're-take you, and you dye for breach of vows, and infidelity. Be kind, but swear not more than what you mean, least comick jests become a trajeck scean. : To the tune of, Johnny Armstrong.		1680 (1680)	Wing W1398; ESTC R228645	1,495	2

The West-Country Dam osels Complaint OR The Faithful Lovers last Farewel Being the Relation of a Young Maid who Pined her self to death for the Love of a Young-man who after he had notice of it dyed likewise for Grief Careless Young-men by this a warning take How you kind Virgins when they Love for sake Least the same fate o're-take you and you dye For breach of Vows and Infidelity Be kind but Swear not more then what you mean Least Comick Jests become a Trajeck Scean To the Tune of Iohnny Armstrong WHen will you Marry me William and make me your wedded wife Or take you your keen bright Sword and rid me out of my Life Will. Say no more so then Lady say you no more then so For you shall into the wild Forrest and amongst the Buck and Doe Where thou shalt eat of the Hips Haws and the Roots that are so sweet And thou shalt drink of the cold water that runs underneath feet Now she had not been in the wild Forrest passing three months and a day But with hunger and cold she had her fill till she was quite worn away At last she saw a fair Tyl'd House and there the ●●ore by the Rood That she would to that fair Tyl'd house there for to get her some Food But when she came unto the Gates aloud aloud she cry'd An Alms an Alms my own Sister I ask you for no Pride Her Sister call'd up her merry men all by one by two and by three And bid them hunt away that wild Doe as far as e're they could see They hunted her o're Hill and Dale and they hunted her so sore That they hunted her into the Forrest where her sorrows grew more and more She said a Stone all at her head and another all at her feet And down she lay between these two till death had lull'd her asleep When sweet Will came stood at her head and likewise stood at her feet A thousadd times he kist her cold Lips her body being fast asleep Yea seaven times he stood at her feet and seaven times at her head A thousand times he shook her hand although her body was dead Ah wretched me he loudly cry'd what is it that I have done O wou'd to the powers above I 'de dy'd when thus I left her alone Come come you gentle Red breast now and prepare for us a Tomb Whilst unto cruel Death I bow and sing like a Swan my Doom Why could I ever cruel be unto so fair a Creature Alas she dy'd for love of me the loveliest she in nature For me she left her home so fair to wander in this wild Grove And there with sighs and pe●sive care she ended her Life for Love O Constancy in her thou' rt lost now let Women boast no more She 's fled to the Elizium Coast and with her carry'd the Store O break my heart with sorrow fill'd come swell you strong Tides of grief You that my dear Love have kill'd come yield in death to me relief Cruel her Sister was 't for me that to her she was unkind Her Husband I will never be but with this my Love be joyn'd Grim death shall tye the Marriage ban● which Iealousie shan't divide Together shall tye our cold hands whilst here we ●ye side by side Witness ye Groves and Chrystial strea● how Faithless I late have been But do repent with dying Leaves of that my ungrateful Sin And wish a thousand times that I had been but to her more kind And not have let a Virgin dye whose equal there 's none can find Now heaps of sorrow press my Soul now now 't is she takes her way I come my Love without Controule nor from thee will longer stay With that he fetch'd a heavy Groan which rent his tender Breast And then by her he laid him down when as Death did give him rest Whilst mournful birds with leavy bough to them a kind Burial gave And warbled out their Love-sick vows whilst they both slept in their Grave FINIS Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden-Ball in Westsmith-field neer the Hospital-gate