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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	dead_a	life_n	live_v	20,689	5	6.0033	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19908	The muses-teares for the losse of their hope; heroick and ne're-too-much praised, Henry, Prince of Wales. &c. Together with times sobs for the vntimely death of his glory in that his darling: and, lastly, his epitaphs. Consecrated to the high and mighty prince, Frederick the fift, Count-palatine of Rheyn. &c. Where-vnto is added, consolatory straines to wrest nature from her bent in immoderate mourning; most loyally, and humbly wisht to the King and Queenes most exeellent [sic] Maiesties. / By Iohn Dauies of Hereford, their Maiesties poore beads-man, and vassall.	Davies, John, 1565?-1618.	1613 (1613)	STC 6339; ESTC S109356	18,357	40

in ALL But He that 's All in ALL sith such a PROP So young so strong and sound till he did fall Is Feauer-shaken downe from HIGHNES Top Floate heauiest Griefe on Times eternall Teares T'a Deluge turn'd and sinke all Ioy therein Floate Grife to Death sinke Ioy to depth of feares Sith in the Hau'n our hopes so sunke haue bin So faile their hopes that hope by Sinne for Grace Heau'ns hate we vrge and yet so vrge it more We looke for loue But O such Life such ●●se A desp'rate Salue must cure a desp'rate SORE We thought our CROWNE so staid with many Props So Yong and strong that no cold Puf of feare How euer strong could once but shake our Hopes Which now this Blast doth reele and backward beare But yet to feare too much is to receiue Ill fortunes y'er they come and that is ill Our feares aswell as hopes may vs deceiue Than feare we so as hope may hold vs still Feare beares Hope backward to a forward Stay So forward as wee feare more going back When in our Soules besides our Sinnes we waigh Which threate auert it Heau'n our vtter wrack But bee O be propitious highest POW'R To vs and make our Royal PLANT to spring Vnto that Greatnesse that may long'st endure And Branches beare that may beare many a KING But yet O Death GRIEF wil not leaue vs so It turnes againe and Passion which doth swel Say Reason what it will will with vs goe Vnto the Graue which Heau'n is to this Hel Why from the Surgeon doe we turne our Eye When with his Probe wee see him search a wound But that wee know our Sences sou'raignty Ouer our Reason might vs with it confound Than can wee see the Hand of DEATH to gage His HEART beeing ours and so through ours should go And not auert our Eyes in ruthful rage If so we can we can be cruell so But O wee needs must see this dismall DEED At least in Minde for which our Hearts are rent The letting of him bloud did make them bleed For which we curse the CAVSE and Instrument It is almost a Miracle to finde A great and liuely Spirit well gouerned But his rare Spirit be'ing such did turne and winde As the Phisition still it mannaged Indiffrent Spirits for Rule farre better doe Than Spirits too mighty who are good for nought But to torment themselues and others too Yet His being great hee ruled as he ought The Spirit doth owe the Flesh a Sou'raignes care Not a Slaues seruice for if Flesh bee free 'T will make the Spirit but seruile base and bare But if the Spirit the Flesh shall honor'd be And looke how when the Heart is sicke the HEAD And all the Members of the griefe haue part But neuer die vntill the HEART be dead So HEAD and Members die with this our HEART We die though yet we moue with griefe conceau'd For this his death whose Life gaue all our Parts Their liuely motion which they had receau'd From his rare vertue Life of all our Hearts Nor can we ah liue other-wise than dead Although in Death we liue or lifelesse plight For him that gaue vs Heart and Life our HEAD So liue we now without or Life or Sp'rit It is a kind of ioy in case of moane Not to be single Common-miserie Though heauiest lighter weighes on one alone Then doth his priuat light aduersitie As Peace is Warre to men impo'urisht growne Who in the totall ruines of the STATE Had rather be o'rewhelm'd than in their owne So each mans Crosse seemes most vnfortunate But in our Case it is not so we see For this our common losse so sad doth lie Vpon our Soules that nought can heauier be Although it were with torment oft to die Yet t is high'st Courage lowly to sustaine The heauiest Plagues which for our sinnes are sent And to be patient qualifies the paine And makes vs at the low'st most excellent But to resist rage murmur or complaine Is as effeminate as Men may do Than to be subiect so is so to raigne Kings of our selues and Saints with Angells too Humility of Men doth Angells make And Pride of highest Angells maketh Deuills In Pride all Euills did beginning take But in Humility release from Euills W' are borne to Sorrowes would we than be free That were iniustice Than we needs must beare The lawes to which all Flesh must subiect be Vnlesse we would aboue all Flesh appeare Our highest pleasures still do tend vnto The deepest sighes those Wrinckles of the face That serue for Laughing serue for Weeping too And extreame Laughing sheddeth Teares apace GREATNES as we mis-stile it how e're stout And glorious too it be is as we proue But like a Lightnings flash soone in and out Of Life and Light that gets more Hate than Loue Our ALL 's but Nothing than For that which IS Must be eternall For what IS must stay Such as it is a Thought at least but this Is with a Thought or chang'd or gone away Now sith the deerest of these Mundane things Do fall so cheape from highest Holds they haue And that both Semy-gods aswell as Kings Do but engorge the most insatiate Graue What Sense haue such that see this daily done And yet relie on life that but appeares As doth a Vapor rising with the Sunne But straight to vanish in a Vale of Teares For Kings none other-wise than Mists descend Downe from the lofty Mountaines to the Vales Where they through Fortunes Sun-shine soone ascend And vanish straight like dew the Sunne exhales Thus can Discretion teach Griefe what to say To ease it selfe but Griefes if great they are Will still be mute or else as mad will bray And so our Griefes as mad do make vs fare Our LOSSE so far transcends the highest Bounds Of humane-wisdome patiently to beare That it our Sufferance and our Selues confounds With all distraction ioyn'd to griefe and feare Saint Iames thy house late house of ioyes extreame Is now an House of Mourning sith this Mate Of Angells di'd therein yet liues with them And left that haplesse House to endlesse hate Those costly Pictures curious Proofes of skill Wherewith that House like Heau'n he late did grace There may they hang in Vtter-darknes till The fowlest Sp●●ners scarfe their fairest Face That if here-after any curious Eye That would to Hell to see a Curious sight Come there to see them it may looke awry As lothing to belold their vglie plight Their Co-inhabitants be euer grimme Grym Desolations sterne Consociates Blacke ougly Bats and Owles with Zim and Iim T' affright all Flesh with horror from the Gates This for the Place wherein he di'd The Time Sith much more dismall much more still b'accurst Let neuer Sunne the steepe Meridian climbe On that blacke Day but clad in Sable first Let all the Starres that are maleuolent Lend all the light that Day like Night shall giue That Men may see but onely to lament

Creatures should With which they should haue Wisdome Serpentine To do no lesse then Circumspection would And euer with the wakefull'st Will and Wit To stretch their power beyond their power though great But only for the publike-benefit For which they smell most sweete when most they sweat A Prince that ties himself himself vnto Doth much mistake himselfe For hee 's not his Nor is the STATE his but he still must do As if he were the STATES for so he is From Benefits come Obligations and From such more such and so t' is Sire and Sonne Effect and Cause Yet still doth mouing stand In Will and Pow'r of Natures like the Sunne Such was this Prince who look'd with watchful Eyes To all that might with State in Time haue stood He aw'd the Great and iustly most precise Discount'nanc'd such as Greater were than good For such as wil be Sheepe the Wolfe deuoures Then sheepish Kings must flee all Beasts of prey Or keepe Presumption downe in subiect Pow'res Lest long conniuence make it long for sway Contempt t'a Prince more dang'rous is than hate For Hate by feare is held from bold Attempt But SCORNE doth make it daring then a STATE In danger stands that stands so in Contēpt Lightnings put by with winde but of a Cap And oft great STATES that might the world comman'd Fall with the smallest accidents that hap Then if Contempt they beare they cannot stand This made this Prince betimes to haue an Eye To all that saw but how they high might grow By wrong and scorne of PRINCIPALITY Sith well he knew they ill themselues did know His Deeds did euermore exceed his words In Vertue and Effect nor would He speake But still with Caution fit for sou'raigne Lords Who know they bruize their Crownes when Words they break For Princes safer Pris'ners are by far Vnder their words almighty-binding pow'r Than they are vnder strongest Bolt or Barre Because their Words like Gods are euer sure If otherwise we cannot call them Gods As God himselfe doth stile them if they be Vnlike through that iniustice and like Clods Do nought but soile the seate of their Degree No Tongues Pens wil wound their Names to death Nay past sith past sharpe Tongues Pens can giue Them black Reproch for with their harmeful breath Their Vices die but stil their shames may liue For seeing Iustice cannot touch their liues Its reason it should touch their Names too nought For feare whereof a TITVS often striues To be not what he is but what he ought For it is hard to play an After-game Of Reputation wel or not to loose By eu'ry cast though wel we play the same Sith all our Gaine to our first Losses goes But Vertue made our Heroes to preserue His Name from blemish not these by-respects He Vertue seru'd that so She Him might serue With fullest Glory voide of all Defects Not like the Starres that yeeld but little light Because they are so high with him it far'd But like the Sunne was bright'st at greatest height And stil his Minde vnto his Fortunes squar'd BEING without well Being cursed is And so the greater Beeing the greater curse But he being Great was euer blest in this That he did Grace by Nature kindly nurse Nature in HIM admir'd what she had wrought At least she might if She most wonderfull Of things created could admire at ought That 's made good great stout wise and beautiful He was the richest Trophey FORTVNES Pow'r Could reare in HONORS Theater for stil NATVRE did doate on Him her Bellamoure Or Master-peece the Wonder of her skil Beauty TIMES flowre though delicate it be Yet soone it dies so holds comparison With Phydias collours which though faire to see Were blemisht with each Breath that breath'd thereon But that immortall beauty of the Minde Wherewith He was endow'd was so ingrain'd In his Soules Faculties that by no winde Or blast of Enuy it can e're be stain'd No He most strictly ey'de his better Part And in the Glasse of Heau'ns eternall LAW Righted th' Apparell of his royall Heart As best became his FORME which there he saw For no Mans Fortunes nor his high renowne Can possibly be worthy for his End Which hath made Kings of Yore to quit their Crowne That they to better Ends might wholy tend Life 's but a Supposition or Non-ENS That 's not perceptible because it IS Then streight IS not but by Intelligence And while it IS it is but most amisse Nothing is certaine but vncertainty Beneath the Moone which varies like our Mindes For Man 's a Maze of Mutability Wherein both Sin and Grace stil turnes and winds It 's good to die than yer wee die because A life too liuely proues too deadly oft He shootes not well that vp his Arrow drawes And eyes no Mark below nor that aloft But some mis-doe themselues themselues to hide From cruell Fortunes most impetuous Blowes But neuer Kings but Cowards so haue di'd Yet Emper'ours base as bad haue beene of those It is an act of Charity to long Euer to liue for others good than they That both to God and Nature do such wrong As hatefull Monsters seeke their both decay And some so long doe liue that they interre Their Glory y'er they die and die but when The World doth hate them deadli'st or some War Takes them away as Beasts from ciuill Men Yet Life 's but Bondage wer 't not free'd by Death Nay Life 's a Sicknesse that so mortall is That who so liues must die and strongest Breath Is not still long'st but often more amisse Life may be tane from Man by any Man But Death by no Man none dare him abide Nor Pow'r nor Art nor Loue Life lengthen can For if they could this Prince had neuer di'd Yee Iles whereof He was the Hope with Feares Shake where ye stand or with sighes shift your Clime And be inuirond with a sea of Teares Where neuer Sunne may see the face of TIME Or settle else where still his Beames may burne Our frozen Hearts and turne vs all to Black That eu'n our Skinnes as-well as Hearts may mourne For him whose want turnes all our comforts back Black 's but a meere Priuation and no Hue As Darkenesse is of Light that 's fitt'st for vs Whom Griefes Cimerian darkenesse doth subdue Being quite depriu'd of Light of comfort thus The feeling sence alone for mortall life Is necessary but the rest not so For Life may BE without them then let Griefe And Sense to feele it ne're our liues forgo For Him that might the death of Griefe haue beene Had Heau'n not enui'd Earth his longer stay But ah he grew so mellow being greene That he by nature soone did fall away With whom our Hearts are fall'n and with the fall On Craggy Cares are swol'n so full of wo That they can hardly hold but O this ALL Is at this stay that staies but falling so What hold or hope or helpe is than