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	see_v	5,253	5	3.2614	3	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A75836	A vvife, not ready made, but bespoken, by Dicus the Batchelor, and made up for him by his fellow shepheard Tityrus. In four pastorall eglogues.	Aylett, Robert, 1583-1655?	1653 (1653)	Wing A4285; Thomason E1455_2; ESTC R209592	13,966	32

that with diligence will heed their waies Attain their Journeys end in fewer daies Then he that by his oft diversions spends Much precious Time in worlds delight and friends Or maketh in his Inne a longer stay Whereby his Reck'ning larger grows to pay If here on Earth we ought to lay up store For Heaven that our good deeds may go before What comfort will 't be at our latter end When Children we before us thither send Who sitting by their sweetest Saviours side Us Mansions there as we them here provide Or rather enter on the habitation Provided for us ere the worlds foundation Oh! what can adde to their felicity That see their Sons prefer'd before they die To higher states then wishes can advance An endlesse glorious rich Inheritance Of which the * Joseph Son of Jacobs greatest glory Was but a Type this lasts that 's transitory In life thou never envied'st him content Then do not his last happinesse lament Who would not change his state one hour to get The wealth and honour of a Baronet Beleev 't thy Son is only gone before Thou him must follow he 'l return no more Then like that good old man thy soul revive Thou hast enough thy Son is yet alive * Angels Heavens Chariots shall thee bring to Goshens plain Where thou shalt living see thy Son again The second Elegie WHat many ancient Histories relate Of Turtles constant love unto their Mate She did exemplifie and plainly prove There is no life in living but in Love The misse whereof made her so much deplore Her Turtles losse who only went before Whom willing she had followed to the Tomb But for the Treasure left her in the Womb Which had it perished by such a crosse The world at once had suffer'd too much losse Now like another Phenix of his seed She first another like her self doth breed Long didst thou look and longing wish to move Up to thy Loadstarre which thou eyd'st above But couldst not rise so high till thou wert light Then up to Heav'n to him thou tak'st thy flight As pure Steel needle ardently doth move To Load-stone wherewithall it is in love Why should'st thou thus go out before thy date And leave us to bewail thine early Fate That all our gain such Vertues to have known Turns losse so soon to see them from us flown As Vines best Clusters soonest off are pull'd And purest Gold from out the drosse is cull'd So oft the choisest Mortals in their prime May seem hence snatch'd away before their time But such fair Clusters on Heav'ns board are served The Gold to bear Gods image is preserved We here our sorrows breathe out to be read That she in them may live when we are dead Who living well deserv'd she might die never And by her dying here to live for ever Though both were short and sudden her example In Life and Death is as a Volume ample Where all may reade aright to live and die And follow her to true felicity But why speak I of Death her Bodies frame Is only turn'd to dust her vertues fame Like fumes of burning Cedar doth ascend And savour sweetest in her latter end Ay let her blessed memory remain To see if Wives hereafter can attain To her perfection And these sabled Rimes Be paterns for good Wives in following times Thrice happy they that lay Corruption down To gain that rich incorruptible Crown Which them doth more assuredly attend Who like her live and dying like her end And let one Tomb their ashes here contain Who liv'd and lov'd as sure to meet again They in the fair and in the stormy weather Do fly cry die and lie together Our Daies are likened to a Tale that 's told Which long and tedious grow as men grow old The yonger shorter tell If Death once strike The long and shorter Tales close both alike I care not whether long or short I tell So I can hit it right and end it well FINIS