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	great_a	king_n	8,350	5	3.6186	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A06703	Micro-cynicon. Sixe snarling satyres Insatiat Cron. Prodigall Zodon. Insolent Superbia. Cheating Droone. Ingling Pyander. Wise Innocent.	Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627, attributed name.	1599 (1599)	STC 17154; ESTC S109774	9,244	42

Micro-cynicon SIXE SNARling Satyres Insatiat Cron. Prodigall Zodon Insolent Superbia Cheating Droone Ingling Pyander Wise Innocent Adsis pulcher homo canis hic tibi pulcher emendo Imprinted at London by Thomas Creede for Thomas Bushell and are to be sold at his shop at the North doore of Paules Church 1599. His defiance to Enuy. ENuy which makst thy selfe in commō guise To haunt deseruers and to hunt desarts Hard-soft cold-hot well-euill foolish-wise Misse contrarities agreeing parts Auant I say ile anger thee inough And fold thy firy-eyes in thy smazkie snufe Defiance resolution and neglects True trine of barres against thy false assault Defies resolues defiance and reiects Thy interest to claime the smallest fault Thou lawlesse landlady poore Prodigall Sowre solace Credits Crack Feares Festiuall More angry Satyr-dayes ile muster vp Then thou canst challenge letters in thy name My Negrum true borne inck no more shall sup Thy stayned blemish charracterd in blame My pens two nebs shall turne vnto a forke Chasing old Enuy from so young a worke I but the Authors mouth bid thee auaunt He more defies thy Hate thy hūt thy haunt T. M. Gent. The Authors Prologue 1. Booke DIsmounted from the hie aspiring hils Which the all emptie airie Kingdome fils Leauing the scorched moūtains threatning heuē Frō whence fel fierie rage my soule hath driuē Passing the downe steepe vallies all in hast Haue tript it through the woods now at last Am vaild with a stonie sanctuarie To saue my Ire stuft soule least it miscarie From threating stormes ore'turning veritie That shames to see truthes refined puritie Those open plains those hie skie kissing moūts Wher huffing winds cast vp their airy accounts Were too too open shelter yeelding none So that the blasts did tyrannize vpon The naked Carkasse of my heauie soule And with their furie all my all controule But now enuiron'd with a brazen Tower I little dread their stormie raging power Witnesse this blacke defying Embassie That wanders them beforne in maiestie Vndaunted of their bugbare threatning words Whose proud aspiring vaunts time past records Now windie Parasites or the the slaues of wine That wind from al things saue the truth diuine Winde turne and tosse into the depth of spight Your diuellish venome cannot me affright It is a Cordiall of a Candie taste Ile drinke it vp and then let't run at waste Whose drugie Lees mixt with the liquid flood Of muddy fell defiance as it stood Ile belch into your throates all open wide Whose gaping swallow nothing runs beside And if it venome take it as you list He spights himselfe that spights a Satyrist THE FIRST BOOKE Insatiat Cron. Satyre 1. Cur eget indignus quisquam te diuite TIme was when down declining toothlesse age Was of a holy and diuine presage Diuining prudent and foretelling truth In sacred points instructing wandring youth But oh detraction of our latter daies How much from veritie this age estraies Raunging the bryerie desarts of blacke sin Seeking a dismall caue to reuell in This latter age or member of that time Of whom my snarling muse now thūdreth rime Wandred the brackes vntill a hidden Cell He found at length and still therin doth dwell The house of gaine insatiat it is Which this hore aged pesant deemes his blis Oh that desire might hunt amongst that fur It should go hard but he would loose a cur To rowse the fox hid in a bramble bush Who frighteth conscience with a wrimouth'd push But what need I to wish or would it thus When I may find him starting at the burs Where he infecteth other pregnant wits Making them Coheires to his damned fits There may you see this writhen faced masse Of rotten mouldring clay that prating asse That riddles wonders meere compact of lies Of heauen of hell of earth and of the skies Of heauen thus he reasons heauen theres none Vnles it be within his mantion Oh there is heauen why because theres gold That from the late to this last age controld The massie scepter of Earthes hauenly round Exiling forth her siluer paued bound The Leaders brethren brazen counterfets That in this golden age contempt begets Vaunt then I mortall I I onely King And golden God of this eternall being Of Hell Cymerian thus Auarus reasons Though hell be hot yet it obserueth seasons Hauing within his Kingdome residence Ore which his godhead hath preheminence An obscure angell of his Heauen it is Wherein's containd that Hell deuouring blis Into this Hell sometimes an Angell fals Whose white aspect black forlorn soules appals And that is when a Saint beleeuing gold Old in that heauen yong in being old Falls headlong downe into that pit of woe Fit for such damned creatures ouerthrow To make this publike that obscured lies And more apparant vulgar secrecies To make this plaine harsh vnto common wits Simplicitie in common iudgement sits This down-cast angell or declining saint Is greedy Croone when Cron makes his compt For his poore creditors falne to decay Being bankerouts take heeles and run away Then franticke Cron gald to the very hart In some by corner playes a diuels part Repining at the losse of so much pelfe And in a humor goes and hangs himselfe So of a saint a diuell Cron is made The diuel lou'd Cron and Cron the diuels trade Thus may you see such angels often fall Making a working day a festiuall Now to the third point of his deitie And that's th'earth thus reasons credulitie Credulous Cron Cron credulous in all Sweares that his kingdome is in generall As he is Regent of this Heauen and Hell So of the Earth all others hee'le expell The Skies at his dispose the Earth his owne And if Cron please all must be ouerthrowne Cron Crō aduise thee Crō with the copper nose And be not rulde so much by false suppose Least Crons professing holinesse turne euil And of a false god proue a perfect diuil I prithee Cron find out some other talke Make not the Burse a place for spirits to walke For doubtlesse if thy damned lies take place Destruction followes farwell sacred grace Th'Exchāge for goodly Merchāts is appointed Why not for me sayes Cron mine annointed Can Marchants thriue and not the Vse'r nie Can Marchants liue without my companie No Cron helps all and Cron hath help frō none What others haue is Crons Crons his owne And Cron will hold his owne or't shal go hard The diuel will helpe him for a small reward The diuels helpe oh tis a mightie thing If he but say the word Cron is a King Oh then the diuel is greater yet then hee I thought as much the diuel would master bee And reason too saith Cron for what care I So I may liue as God and neuer die Yea golden Cron death will make thee away And each dog Cron must haue a dying day And with this resolution I bequeath thee To God or to the diuel and so I leaue thee Satyre 2. Prodigall Zodon WHo