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	heart_n	life_n	7,489	5	4.5130	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B01966	Celia's complaint, for the loss of her virginity. She by fair words was quickly won, Amintas prov'd unkind; and Celia says, she's quite undone, much troubled in her mind. To the tune of, Philander		1674-1683? (1683)	Wing C1656; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[26]; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[50]	952	1

Celia's Complaint for the loss of her Virginity She by fair words was quickly won Amintas prov'd Unkind And Celia says she 's quite Undone Much troubled in her mind To the Tune of Philander DEath quickly come away and ease me of my pain The longer here I stay my Life I must disdain Such deadly smart doth pierce my heart no mortal can endure Then let me dye For certainly I ne'r shall find a Cure Amintas he is gone I am forsaken quite He was the onely Man in whom I took delight My Life to me is Misery since he is so unkind He 's from me fled And I half Dead poor soul am left behind I Languish now in Grief by Night and eke by Day I can find no Relief but hourly waste away Was ever Lass at this strange pass or Wounded like to me Come quickly Death To stop my Breath and end my Misery I wish I ne'r had seen those eyes that me betray'd Then surely had I been a matehiess happy Maid Deluding Tongue thou did'st me wrong as well as his fair eyes And Conquer'd all I had a fall and ne'r again shall rise MY spotless Virgins Fort thou strongly didst assault My Favour thou didst Court and this was my great fault So soon to yield to thee the Field which did my Honour stain And now I cry Continually poor Celia Lov'd in vain You Damsels all beware take warning now by me And let not Speeches fair betray your Honesty For I poor I assuredly by them too soon was won In discontent I now Lament alas I 'm quite undone Ten thousand Sighs and Sobs part with e'ry day I feel such pangs and Throbs and so Consume away That with desire I burn like fire to be within thy Grave Which to obtain Would be my gain that 's all I now would have False Young-men now give o're and cease for to betray Deceive poor Maids no more who hardly can say nay But quickly how and make a vow to Love you evermore Then them you leave To mourn and grieve which grieves their hearts full sore But 't is a dreadful thing that you should use them so Which to their hearts will bring such Sorrow Grief and Woe That often times maids in their primes they do themselves destroy Because they find Their Loves unkind and cannot them injoy Then dally so no more with Maidens that are kind For Blessings in great store the Honest man shall find But he that doth flye from the Truth of what he did protest Shall met with be Assuredly believe me 't is no Iest Printed for Charles Passenger at the Seven Stars on London-Bridge