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	glory_n	live_v	4,722	5	5.3684	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A84138	An elegie, and epitaph for Mistris Abigail Sherard, daughter to the Right Honourable Philip Baron of Lentrimm written by one who honoured her noble family and person.		1648 (1648)	Wing E342; Thomason 669.f.12[92]; ESTC R210988	1,186	1

An Elegie and Epitaph for Mistris Abigail Sherard Daughter to the Right Honourable Philip Baron of Lentrimm written by one who honoured her Noble Family and Person T Is ten dayes since she dy'd and though I slept Her solemne obsequies even then I kept Although I wore no blacks colours for sorrow Which gracelesse sons and widows too oft borrow Who think their fathers liv'd too long and mourn For that or perhaps fear they should return I cannot as the wilder Irish use Or screeke or houle and so their dead abuse I can scarce weep but I can sigh my part And keepe a solemne Funerall in my heart Sighs do but case the spleen and teares the brain As clouds are eas'd by thunder and by raine I beg no case nor do I crave reliefe My soule is happyest when I hug the griefe My soul looks upward then to her above And to its proper center seems to move Admit her fair chaste noble young And fit for marriage should I therefore wrong My faith and hope nay for these love her lesse Or seem to doubt or feare her happinesse When I such sweet angelick creatures see I think how happy such fair souls must be When they refin'd and purifi'd shall rise How glorious then will shee be in our eyes As when the corne into the earth we throw Such do our bodies by corruption grow But when they rise our bodies shall appear More glorious then the corn in its full eare Admit us changed yet we must be try'd By flames of fire as gold is purifi'd For my faith teaches me all in this world Shall into Gods calcining pot be hurl'd And turn'd into a Calx from which shall rise Another world too glorious for our eyes As now they are for were they not refin'd Its glory like the Sun would strike us blinde Till that time say which is it thou can'st see Which truly can deserve a smile from thee Save onely this that death thou need'st not feare If thou could'st either live or dye like her Nay thou so far from feare of death should'st be Thy eyes like Stephens would thy Redeemer see Sitting upon his Throne of glory and The sacred Legions round about him stand Nay thou shalt heare them Halelujahs sing Praise Honour Glory to th' eternall King Her Epitaph O Stay Viator passe not by But see who here entomb'd doth lye A fair a noble vertuous Maid Belov'd of all all debts she pay'd Courted by many all deny'd Save death who chose her for his Bride Who unto her for Joynture gave A Kingdom which shee 's sure to have When ere he dyes I dare say he Who conquers him shall marry thee The Heire of all this earth nay heaven He unto whom all power is given He unto whom we know was thy first love In pain he keeps thy soul above Untill the glorioas day which he Designes his wedding day shall be 'T is true till then in Death's cold arms Thou sleep'st nor can'st be wak't by charms Untill the shrill trump of thy Lord Shall waken thee as once his word Made Lazarus and Tabitha to rise Then thou shalt see him with those eyes But so refin'd that thou shalt see With faith or hope could promise thee And really shalt enjoy more Then they could promise thee before FINIS