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

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03100	Englands mercies in the midst of miserys. Or, The poor-man's comfort in a time of trouble. To the tune of, Packingtons pound, or, Digbys arewell [sic]. Entred according to order.		1688 (1688)	Wing E2994; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[154]	1,527	1

ENGLANDS MERCIES In the Midst of Miserys OR The Poor-Man's Comfort in a Time of Trouble To the Tune of Packingtons Pound OR Digbys ●arewell Entred according to Order England POor England thy sorrows this many a year Has caus'd in thy mind a suspition of fear Dreading that thou should'd be brought very low But be of good comfort it may not be so We have a good God that still doth provide If we do but serve him he will be our guide We need not to fear that our Foes can dev●ur They can do no mo●e then the Lord gives them power What though the times they be never so bad Yet be of good comfort and look not so sad For every sorrow will sure have an end If thou dost endeavour to make him thy friend Who certainly wi●l provide for the just untroubles and sorrows tho● s●i●l shalt be blest Thou need'st not to fear the fierce rage of thy foes Nor yet in the least to be discompos'd Every morsel of bread thou dost eat If thou art contented be sure it is sweet 'T is better to thee then the Misers great store Though he hath abundance yet still he is po●r His covetous heart is his Heaven for Gold And 's never at q●iet though he doth behold A suff●c●ent supply for many a year Y●t he is possest with a poverty fear Why should we incumber ourselves with such care To distract our wits or to live in d●spair What though thy condition be never so mean If there be content there will com●ort be seen 'T is certain we have not long for to stay Death doth approach and our lives doth decay Then blessed is he that doth lye down in pe●ce H●s sorrows d●th end and his joys will increase Why should we d●strust in his Mercies at all We see that his bountiful hand is to all We find that he hath a regard to the poor And feeds them with Bread from a plentiful store What though thou art cast into Prison for debt Yet be of good chear in the least do not fret For thou shalt have food for to nourish thy life And God will provide for thy Chi●dren and wife Some men are complaining that trading is dead But blessed be God there is plenty of bread The earth in abundance brings forth her increase Can we be but thankful and rest here in peace We have no just cause to grieve and repine Rely upon him who is so divine For sure he is able always to provide For thee and for me and the whole world bestde Great persons that go so gallant and fine That hath in their pockets great plenty of Coyn Yet still they have troubles we daily do see On this side the Grave there is no man is free An extravagant Son may waste an estate VVhich may to his Father much sorrow create There is this way and likewise many ways more That rich men hath troubles as well as the poor Then let us prepare for the hour of death T is certain we must surrender our breath For whether thou art prepared or no Death will thee arrest thou must certainly go Then set not thy heart on things here below For riches doth often thy mind overthrow For better it is to live mean and upright Then to have great plenty to ruine us quite Alas in this life there is trouble and pain Let 's keep a good conscience that we may obtain The true joys of Heaven likewise perfect peace And then all the cares of the world it will cease That man that doth live and dye in the Lord Shall certainly then receive his reward For Death shall appear like a st●ngless friend And lead him to joys which shall never have end All you that have heard these words now of me I wish they may prove an advantage to thee To bear us thy Spirits in sorrow and care And keep thee from every thought of dispair Then may we have comf●rt and joy to the end As knowing that God will still he our friend For he in his mercies will still us defend And be our safegaurd even to our lives end This may be Printed R. L S. FINIS Printed for J. Deacon at the Angel without Newgate