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	follow_v	life_n	5,430	5	4.6607	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20864	The pityfull histori[e] of two louing Italians, Gaulfrido and Barnardo le vayne, which ariued in the countrey of Grece in the time of the noble Emperoure Vaspasian and translated out of Italian into Englishe meeter by John Drout ...	Drout, John, fl. 1570.	1570 (1570)	STC 7241.5; ESTC S1906	16,852	58

them tacke what euer that they did Till that the night with mantle blacke the splendant light had hyd For all that Nox was comming on and Vesper after hyed A little whyle yet did they staye bicause they had espied The bycornd Moone who was at hand to light them on their way The minstrell he was called in some pretty iest to play Then Robin hood was called for and malkin ere they went But Barnard euer to the mayde a louing looke he lent And he would very fayne haue daunst with hir if that he durst As he was offering Galfryd caught hir by the hand at furst Who being in as farre as one he was not to be blamde But this same dorre his fréend abode of which he was ashamde There nought he said but laught as fast as any of them did When they had done he toke the mayd a galliarde he did bid The minstrels play in comely sort he led hir twice about Then hir he capt she cursie made afore the open rout He trips about with sincopace he capers very quicke Full trimly there of seuen aleuen he sheweth a pretty tricke Eche man they did behold him there hir father likes it well Amasina hir mother saide that he should beare the bell These words made glad the yongmās hart the minstrels left to play He gaue to hir the curtesie that dauncers vse to pay They do depart they hye them home they thanke them for their chéere The pretty maide she commeth on to them she draweth néere With cursies two or thrée she doth giue thanks vnto them both But that she should them shortly sée at home she would be loth Now for hir gentle curtesie a hundred thanks they giue Ere two dayes past they saide they would if they so long did liue Now all the way they haue no talke but of these louing twayne Eche one they ioyed that these two were ridden of their payne An olde saide saw it is the which is spoken of euery one The lesser gréefe exiled is a greater comes anone These troubled two they go to bed where they on fansies fed The one he thinks vpon the mayde the other thinks in déed That he was blest when he might by any meanes deuise Once for to see with rouing sight that dame before his eyes They turne and tosse in bed full oft from side to side agayne Now one would vp the other downe but nought would ease their payne At last the Rauens did discry Aurora to be néere Then vp they goe in comely wise eche one puts on his géere They hyed to the wished place where as the virgin lay Galfrydo saw she was not vp he went him selfe away Barnard le vayne he taryed still he saw that did him please He trudged home full merily his feuers did appease Galfrydo whippeth out anone he goeth to hir round Barnard he after hyes apace where that same time he found Galfrydo talking soberly vnto the mayde alone Barnard he thought his part was lost his loue away was blowne Of him he thought no count was made he durst not shew his minde To hir who euer loude him well as by due proofe we finde He doubts she will not graunt to him that which he would desire He durst not shew his inward gréefe which burneth as the fyre But to his chamber straight he goes where vp and downe he walks In torments great in fretting pangs vnto him selfe he talkes O God quoth he what makes my head to be so farre at square My wittes be almost rauished suche is my gréeuous care But to asswage that dolefulnesse that heauinesse of minde He taketh penne in hand to write to hir some ease to finde Trudge little letter thou thinkest none yll Go do thy dutie all things to fulfill Seignor Bernardo to his mystresse Charina MY Lady deare in vvhome my lyfe and death is set Refuse me not I thee desire my greefe do not forget But reade and iudge of this as you shall thinke it best See hovve the fyery flame of loue abridgth my quiet rest Ilyue and yet doe dayly dye I vvyther as the floure I follovv death yea death hym selfe denies to shevve his povvre Fayne vvoulde I speake to thee my loue to shevve my pyning vvo My silly senses disagree eche one I shoulde do so That they myght take theyr rest as they haue done before For that my sorrovves still begins and vexe mee more and more I bathe my breast vvith dolefull teares I neuer ceasse to mone I sigh as dothe a vvounded deare into a place alone VVhere as I do on fansies feede thereby to please my mynde Still fayning that I see thy face some ease at length to fynde Or else that I should so become as one forlorne alas My handes vvould not forbeare a vvhit to lette my soule out passe Turne backe novve good mysteresse myne regarde my sute I say Let not a louer yong so soone bee brought vnto decay Fleshe me therefore novv I do say good lady in this game Denie me not at fyrst I craue vvhiche neuer knevve the same All this is for thy onely loue that my poore harte dothe taste Thou only arte the cause god knovves my piteous partes doo vvaste Let novve deare dame some mercy come consider of my cause That am but lately brought in holde to tast of louers lavves That all the vvorlde may say thou damsell haste the knyfe VVho myght haue slayne me vvofull vvretch and yet didst saue my lyfe Hereby thou vvinst the price then print thys in thy mynde Beholde hovve pitie pleades my cause lette hir some fauoure fynde In hope hereof my deere adevv the treasure of my trust The onely comfort of my care tyll I consume to dust Your loyall and afflicted seruant Seignor Bernardo Reade not in spight but take delight in this vvhiche once vvas prose VVhose vvatered plants scarse sicate vvere till he this same did close But as he hath vvith good vvill vvritte vvhose hearte thou haste in holde So nothing lette to doe the lyke vvherof thou myght be bolde To count him as thyne owne Whose heart with thine shal rest alone Nowe it is made yet dooth hée doubte that this will not preuayle Then starts he vp in furie great and thus begins to rayle O palefaced hellish lumpish sow O grisly ghost I say What ment the hilles they fell not on my corps that present day When first I saw that Tigresse vile that hart of marble stone That traytresse rude with whom I thinke my fréend is now alone O that the heauens might fall on hir which worketh me this wo I hope the earth will swallow hir or Boreas he will blo Away with blasts that Lionesse that no man may hir sée I would the raging foming Seas they had hir for their fée Or that the mightie Iupiter when he is in his yre Might throwe vpon hir thunder boltes or els consume with fire Hir cursed corps which hath in it a poyson cankred hart Or that the foule