Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	die_v	fear_v	live_v	5,252	5	5.3138	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A49273	Love and honour: or, The lovers farevvel to Calista Being sent from sea in the late engagement against the Dutch, to his mistris, under the name of Calista. With the ladies deploring and ingenious answer. To a sad new air much in request; or, tune of, Now the tyrant hath stolen.		1672 (1672)	Wing L3198; ESTC R213724	1,614	1

Love and Honour Or The Lovers Farevvel to Calista Being sent from Sea in the late Enngagemet against the Dutch to his Mistris under the Name of Calista With the Ladies deploring and ingenious Answer To a New sad Air much in request Or Tune of Now the Tyraut hath stolen F●rewel my Calista my joy and my grief In vain have I lov'd thee and found no relief Undone by your Virtues so strict and severe Your eyes gave me love but you gave me despair Now ca●d by my honour I seek with content That fate which in pitty you would not prevent To languish in love were to find by delay A death that 's more welcome the speediest way In Seas and in Battails mongst bullets and fire The danger is les● then in hopeless desire The dea●hs wound you gave me though far off bear My fa●l from y●ur sight 's not to cost you a tear But if ●he kind flood on a wave should convey And under your window my body should lay The wound on my breast when you happen to see you would say with a sigh It was given by me VVhen Suitors are wounded with stabs of disdain T is happiness to be put out of their pain The grave is a place to bid torment farewel But Lovers are tortur'd 'twixt Heaven and Hell VVhen frowns of a Mistriss do turn a man o're 'T is safer on Ship board then 't is on the shore I find by experience though with loss of breath 'T is worse to encounter with Cupid then Death VVhat strength hath a Lady with cast of her eye To make a man live or compel him to dye I Such power had Calista with smils and with frown She 'd raise me to heaven then tumble me down Put dearest take care how you put faith in men For I fear you will never be lov'd so ●●●…n You needs must acknowledge whilst I could draw I was your unchangeable servant till death breath ONce more my last farewel I breath in a blast The cloud on my vitals is much over-cast I faint fail I perish and suddenly dye Yet sure should recover if thou wert but by That I nere enjoy'd thee I do not repine Thou liv●st with thy honour and I dye with mine For to after ages this story will prove I dyed in the war for my King and my Love The Ladies Answer BLame not your Calista nor call her your grief ' I was Honour not she that deny'd you relief Abuse not her vertues nor term them severe VVho loves without honour must look for despair Fow prompted by pitty I truly lament The force of your fate which I could not prevent And languish to think that your blood should defray The expence of your love though so noble a way On Seas and in Battails that you did expire Was caus'd by your Valour not hopeless desire Of your Fame there acquired I greedily hear And grieve when I think that it cost you so dear But when your sad friends shall your body convey By my window your funeral duties to pay I 'le sigh that your fate then I could not revers● And all my kind wishes I 'le shew on your Herse VVhen Suitors petition and run upon shelves Or shot if deny'd they do murder themselves The grave is a couch where the vertuons remain VVithout expectation of sorrow or pain If the frown● of a Mistris● can rule a mans fate He values his life at a pitiful rate Though now she look cloudy when she draws the sceane VVho knows but the day-light may clear up again The looks of a Lady you falsely do scan 'T is not strength in the woman but weakness in Man VVhen men set up Idols of flesh blood and bon● And bow down to worship the fault is their own I hope I shall ne'r be deceived by Men For your sake I never shall trust them agen 'T is fatal when Lovers do suffer such strife That one must lose honour or th' other lose life My mind never can your last farewel forget My tears shall confess I 'le not dye in your debt I heartily wish I had been by your side That you might recover or I might have dyed Then both to Elezium we had been convey'd VVhere Ladies by Lovers are never betray'd But in future ages in sonets they 'l sing Twar long of your love that you dy'd for your King Printed for P. Brooksby at the Goldenball in West-smithfield neer the Hospital-gate