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
B06843	I creep and tremble ere I come to pay my pious off'ring to thy hallowed clay: ...		1600-1699? (1699)		1,071	1

I Creep and tremble ere I come to pay My pious Off'ring to Thy hallowed Clay Nor can the slender Tribute of my Verse Be Ornament sufficient to Thy Herse Onely the Honour that I owe Thy Name Gives my Muse breath and yeilds my Fancy flame Juxon Hah what of Him is dead You lye Sordid Report ' gainst Truth and Memory Can He that was the Subject of all Pens The Laws the Prophets and the best of Mens Be said to Die How gross is the Mistake Banish those Mists of Errour and awake Your Sluggish Reason He that not long since Cloth'd the Church in its Prim'tive Innocence And gave a Life to every Childe she had Cherisht the Good and did convert the Bad Had all His Learning wrapt in Purity Of Doctrine and His Life Sincerity Can He be said to Die Base Envy No He lives though none of Thine would have it so He that the Sacred Hand of Majestie Did stamp for good can He be said to Die He that hath seen the worst that Death could do Without a Shrink as did His Soveraign too His Vertues were His Refuge and His Guard That were against all Dangers still prepar'd Of such it may be said Death onely can Touch at the Carcase but not reach the Man He that was with Temptations roundly set Yet prov'd His Princes untouch'd Cabinet The Jewels there inclos'd were never known Till blessed CHARLES the Heir did claim his own Oh happy Prince in such a faithful Peer Send You more such but there are few I fear He that in time of danger stood unmov'd Firm as a Rock and constant where He lov'd Whom nothing could corrupt or draw aside From th' Principles for which his Master dide Can He be dead What doth that word imply Be not deceiv'd the Righteous cannot die And though the Clergie may Lament and Weep Yet They do know the Saints are said to Sleep Forbear your Griefs then spend not Tears in vain He 's gone where none can call Him back again Where you must follow if you live as well If not take tother Road and then farewel He lay but Leidger here to manage things Of great Concernment for the King of Kings And now is summon'd to His Home to do Business of State You yet cann't reach unto But Lambeth mourns and now to me appears An Inundated Town o'er-flown with Tears Salt and Corroding as Griefs Limbeck can Distil them down the Cheeks of ev'ry Man As though their Griefs were so intemp'rate grown They would comply both with the Month Moon Away with your ungrateful Sorrow know The Knowledge that You have He did bestow And such Provision He hath left by 's Care Of godly Ministers You need not fear And more to comfort You know He is gone To put the Robe of Resurrection on And be a Witness to appease the Blood Of Strafford Laud and Charles the Just and Good Featly and Hewyt Vowel and the rest And there with Them to live among the BLEST