Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	devil_n	hell_n	sin_n	6,329	5	4.4630	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08212	Acolastus his after-witte. By S.N.	Nicholson, Samuel, fl. 1600-1602.	1600 (1600)	STC 18546; ESTC S110167	24,028	68

wrong my true affection so I gaue in pawne my heart my hand my will Yet didst thou from thy plighted promise goe Vowing if all were dead saue I alone Thou wouldst forsake me and be wife to none Were I deformed though I am not faire Ill-nurturd Naturd churlish and vnkind Did any member Monster-like appeare Or did I faile in faculties of mind Then hadst thou some pretence of reason why Thus all askaunce thou holdst me in thine eye But these are false then whence deriues this hate Vngratfull guerdon of my zelous loue Perchance thou seest my shallow-ebd estate The thought whereof thy liking doth remoue T' is so I know it by too true a token For why thy selfe the same hast often spoken O Vertues blemish and thy sexes blot Base dunghill bird nere sprong of Gentle blood Vile is thy mind but viler be thy lot That mak'st earths drosse the soueraigne of thy good To cause men curse thee and to pittie me Thus doe I rate thy god if golde be he Heauen-skorned mould base skin of barren earth Springing in Caues where death and darknes dwell A monstrous mettall proued by thy birth Since men diue for thee halfe way downe to hell O cursed engine of light hating euill Fauourd of men but found out by the deuill O sacred thirst of golde what canst thou not Sinnes chiefest agent enemy to good Thou thou art sought to pay fond Pleasures shot Yet often found with losse of dearest blood Some termes thee gylt that euery soule might reede Euen in thy name thy guilt is great indeede Guiltie thou art of Murther Rape and Theft Guiltie of Briberie and subornation Guiltie of Treason Periurie and shift An accessarie by thy slie temptation To all sinnes past and all that are to come From Adams downefall to the day of doome Mishapen mettall smooth-fac'd Hypocrite Whose golden splendoure masketh mortall eyes Moth of the minde false slaue to false delight A diuell lurking in a strange disguise What is thy lustre when it shines most bright But Sathan clothed in an Angels light The want of thee is cause I want my blisse For whither flye the Gnats but to the Sunne The Swallow still repaires where Sommer is And womens hearts with heapes of gifts are wonne So dunghill wormes must catch the finest fish Else man shall neuer traine him to his dish Through thee one kingdome swelleth gainst another The Father butcherd often by his Sonne The Daughter giues a pasport to the Mother Fearing that else her daies would nere be done Through thee each murthring Roscius is appointed To act strang scenes of death on Gods annointed For thee the Merchant leaues his countries shore Wife Children Parents and what else is deare His heart presaging nere to see them more Such are the circumstances of his feare The waues the winds the rocks the cruell foe Consort in one to worke his ouerthrow But all the dangers of his wils obtaining Fright not this fondling from the sweets of gaine Nor weake-built hopes perswade him to abstaining When gold 's proposd the guerdon of his paine Thus Syren-like thou trainst him to the deepe Where waues oft lull him in his latest sleepe T' is thou false hell-hound right corrupting coyne That makst poore Souldiers needy bare disgraced While greedy guides their stipends doe purloyne And martiall discipline stands quite defaced O manners times O world-declyning daies Where might is right and men do what they please When spend-thrift Iohn that goodly gentleman Hath swallow'd Lordships downe his dainty throte And brought his Fathers fortunes in the wane By gadding Cities in a silken Coate Then to some friend doth Lusty-blood complaine him His Bank-rupt birth-right cā no more maintain him A man he is and Hector was no more Then why not Captaine too as Hector was Besides it is not as in times before When mens deserts were viewd in Vertues glasse A man may compasse wonders with a gift Then why not this Distresse will haue a shift Thus plotts he meanes to get a prettie traine Pretending honour and his Countries cause And then he musters vp each simple Swaine Himselfe not knowing Armes nor Martiall lawes He stalkes the streets as who say This is hee I meane that first will teach his men to flee Vnto this Captaine flocke both young and old He buies his seruant out and he his sonne O monstrous times when men are bought and sold Who goe vnransom'd thinkes himselfe vndone For what great hope or comfort can he finde That maketh one where blinde do leade the blinde The raskall remnant of these sillie men Are summond speedily by sound of dromme And Skapt-thrift wishes euery one were ten Of greater number greater gaines will come Well on they march and still he steales a bite To feede his auaritious appetite This tuch and goe sets all his teeth on edge He 'le be no Tantalus amid such treasure A thousand lawes the Lyon can alleadge To pray vpon poore Asses at his pleasure Yet pollicie perswades him to forbeare them Till far frō home the Wolfe may boldly teare them No sooner are their trauailes at an end But fresh afflictions full as fast beginning Yet sillie Lambes they deeme the Foxe a friend They shrinke no dog vntill they see him grinning They little thinke the end of his conduction Is wealth honour bought with their destruction This Iudas set in Councell with himselfe Not how to foyle his foe and win the field No no he gapes for gaine and rusting pelfe No palme he seekes but that doth profit yeeld Saies When the yron's hot is chiefest striking Tyme serues my turne and bids me doe my liking What long before was plotted in his head The Monster prosecutes to this effect He purseth all the pay of those are dead The diuell needes no councell to direct He that could bring himselfe to beggars plight Knowes how to rob another of his right This done he monthly minceth small their paye Sings Nunc dimittimus to halfe his Band The rest must liue on pillage and on praye Such as they seaze from Boores vpon the land Who best bestirres him for his Princes paie Takes halfe in hand the rest at latter daie O spightfull spectacle who could behold thee That frightst my senses in th' imagination While to my selfe my selfe doe thus vnfold thee How am I rauished with indignation Those that to mount by others fall haue sought O might their heads moūt higher thē their thought As he that trauailes in an vncouth wood Fraught with those Fortunes which his father left Is sodainly surpriz'd by Robin Hood And in a theeues name there receiues his shrift So stand these sillie soldiers at a bay Robd of their hire and basely sent away Poore playning Prodigalls now must they wend Backe to their countrey with remorse and shame But wher 's the feasting Father or a friend To welcome home his sonne forgiue his blame Alas our yron age will not afford it What help the poore the Deuill