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	good_a	life_n	16,696	5	4.8534	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A92149	An elegie upon the death of the thrice noble generall, Richard Dean, who departed this life the 2d. of June, 1653.	J. R.	1653 (1653)	Wing R24; Thomason 669.f.17[21]; ESTC R211546	2,533	1

An Elegie upon the Death of the thrice Noble Generall RICHARD DEAN Who departed this life the 2 d. of Iune 1653. MOURNE drooping eyes with pearly trickling teares Flow streams of sadnesse to the Hemispheres Flow like the tumbling waves of th' River Nile Make the World hear thy Plaint let not a smile Appear let not an eye be seen to sleep Nor slumber onely let them serve to weep For Noble Deane who lives above the Pole Where Angels sing sweet Requiems to his soule And now if angry stormes and waves be rough Thy Haven and thy Harbour's safe enough Sleep sleep awhile untill the flowing Tyde Of blest Eliziums streames that sweetly glide Shall palliate thy wounded side O fate to see That last sad stroke of thy hard Destiny When winds shall serve thee then hoyst up top saile And bravely passe before a prosperous gale That all the Coasters may to thee resort And bid thee welcome to thy desired Port Thee to attend from Sea to Shore to be Interr'd deserving thy magnanimity Oh could we to thy Name erect a Stone Should equall the Philosophers each groan Should breath thy praise brave Deane and every Verse Draw dolefull sighs over thy fatall Hearse No fitter subject where strong lines should meet Then such a noble centre could the feet Of able Verse but trace the Victories They need not feare to flye unto the Skies To aske Great Deane who taught him so to dye Death yeelding him the day and Victory Therefore farewell let Truth this Story say He liv'd and dy'd the glory of that day And now thou sleepst blest Soule free'd from all cares Whilst we do read thy Elegy with teares And stand amaz'd to see thou didst not cease By Land nor Sea to purchase to us Peace Wherein thy boldnesse still did interpose Betwixt us and the raging of our Foes In England Scotland and likewise at Sea Where thou didst Hogen Mogens Haunsmen pay Home to the full for their ingratefulnesse In fighting us who help'd them in distresse T is not unknowne they gave this Epithet Of Poore distressed States but now forget Those favours erst receiv'd which must them style Unworthy actors gainst our English Isle But whither run I O see observe the Spheres How they bewaile our Valiant Dean in teares But he is dead from which it is observ'd Honour and Valour from Death is not preserv'd Nor is it seen that greatest Princes lives Can saved be by their Prerogatives Then need I not the World thus to acquaint He dy'd a Souldier Martyr and a Saint But Mars of late hath struck this Cedar tall And Neptune mourns for our great Hero's fall At which his Billows drive from shore to shore To tell proud Mars this losse will cost him more Of his Amboyna Sons which now do quake When they do heare of the most Valiant Blake Wee l now returne to minde Deans fatall fall And sound sad summons to his Funerall Caus'd by a bloody hand that could not get The Gem therefore would spoyle the Caskanet So faire without so free from spot within That Earth seems here to be exempt from sin Where we thy vertues see and they become So many Statues sleeping on thy Tombe But is it so that Vertue drawes faint breath And subject to the dire effects of death Then rest thee where thou art I le seek no glory By the relation of so sad a story But tell the World that thou hast payd the debt That 's due to sin and nere a Libell yet Bespattering thy chaste Urne whose sacrifice Hath stopt the mouths of thy great'st Enemies They stand amaz'd to read and hear of thee Whose Name is shrined in this Elegie Who mightst have liv'd had not the life that gave Life to thy life sent thee now to thy Grave Therefore t is sad to write thy Pedigree Death discomposing all displacing thee Whose Greatnesse did consist in being Good His Goodnesse adding Titles to his Blood Onely unhappy in thy lifes last doome Who liv'd too early for to dye so soone Alas whereto shall men oppressed trust When Piety cannot protect the Just Yet to add some Memento's to thy life Thou hast behinde thee left a loving Wife Who hath since that sad time thou didst depart O reflow'd her cheeks with tears from a sad heart And like a chaste and vertuous Widow Shee Hath set apart her selfe to mourn for thee For thee most Noble Deane she doth lament And sad sighes for thee to Heaven hath sent Her sorrows are augmented on this score Weeping because that shee can weep no more For him whose worth doth unto mourning call CROMWELL the Great and Noble Generall The glory of our Age whose Valiant hand Hath wrought deliverance for this sinfull Land I say Great Valiant Noble excelling farr Caesar Pompey or great Alexander Whose splendid Vertues radiantly display Themselves to all more clearer then the day Thy humble Self-denying doth expresse Thee farr above the height of any Verse That can be writ of thee in Love or Feare Go on therefore blest Soule and persevere T' expell from place of profit and of trust Such Vermine who with Coyne their Bags do thrust The next in order to Deanes Obsequies We do invite to breath sad Elegies Whose Lines may farr surpasse the height of mine Whom I must fitly style the Worthies nine And first the Valiant Fleetwood I do take With Noble Lambert and Victorious Blake And prudent Harrison I le not omit Nor the most Pious Desborough or yet The sixth renowned Worthy Whaley and The brave Heroe Rich may most justly stand With Gallant Monk who may be rank'd with you Heroick Lilborne may well be added too With many more whose worth I le now not name But wish them pattern take by Deans Great Fame Who had he liv'd the curled Waves t' have tear'd Rome had ere long this Noble Heroe heard At her proud Gates them to account to call For the Saints blood they spilt and Martyrs all That they did drink full deep in that sad Cup Of which brave Blake will give them for to sup When Dean the truly Noble and the brave Heroick Soule shall be layd in the Grave Where he may rest and be interr'd hard by The worthy Ireton and old Essex lye Neer unto Popham and make roome For Pious Sparrow in your five-fold Tombe And thence let your owne Ecchoes multiply Blest Hymas and Muses write continually Whilst you do rest in your black Obsequies With greater Glory set then others rise R Remorselesse Death What hast thou done Excell'd I In conquering him who valiantly had erst C Curbd the proud curled Waves and often quell'd H High Hogens ins'lence their Ships and men disperst A All the brave acts thou didst on Sea or Shore R Report thee famous and declare thee more D Direly lamented with teares running ore D Dean's dead why do I say hee 's dead He lives E Eternally and hath receiv'd that Crowne A Attended his great Conquests wher ' he receives N New joyes in Heav'n repleated with renowne By J R Merchant LONDON Printed by Tho Rycroft and are to be sold by Tho Ienner at the Royall Exchange 1653