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	live_v	5,672	5	5.0689	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A41946	Great Straffords farewell to the world, or, His ultimum vale to all earthly glory written by his owne hand in the Tower, and left behinde him for his friends or foes to peruse and consider.	Strafford, Thomas Wentworth, Earl of, 1593-1641.	1641 (1641)	Wing G1756; ESTC R26761	2,727	8

Great STRAFFORDS FAREVVELL To the World Or his VLTIMVM VALE To all earthly Glory Written by his owne Hand in the Tower and left behinde him for his friends or foes to peruse and consider Thomas Earle of Strafford L Leutenant of Ireland Printed in the yeare 1641. Great Straffords farewell to the world Or his Vltimum Vale to all earthly GLORY YOu whose great birth and favour with your Prince May make you dreame you can all truth convince You whose ambitious thoughts doe still aspire And being at the highest would be higher Observe my life and death I pray you all And shun my folly to avoide my fall I once was great and greatly in esteeme But time misspent I cannot now redeem I had preferment learning wit and Law These did advance me but withall withdraw My native goodnesse from me so that I Grew worse and worse by growing dignity The Bee and Spider have a different power For note their nature from the selfe same flower The one sucks hony th' other poison draws And thus men fare in Gods or humane Lawes Good wits judge well the bad make ill construction The latter turns to many a mans destruction I knew enough lesse would have been more fit Unlesse I 'de had more grace to governe it My wit and learning made me too too proud And under greatnesse many sins to shroud I have although it gave not all content Long time contested with a Parliament I have beene long under Sir Williams hands Troublesome to the Guard and the traine Bands Times ancient Chronicles reade o're and see You 'le hardly find a president like me But what 's become of all my wit and skill I must bid all farewell at Tower hill And I must die in open publique shew That discontented people all may know When I am gone and being once appeas'd Hevens grant they may of all their griefe be eas'd The author I have been of many a fault But some will yet survive that made me hault He that my light and lanthorne should have bin To lead me from did draw me unto sin His promises and protestations large Made me forget my God my selfe my charge My greatnesse wanting goodnesse now is come Unto a heavy headlesse mortall doome Ah! why should great men greater wish to be As if they thirsted all for Majesty Is not a Princes grace a grace proficient Is not a Princes favour held sufficient Yes next to Gods but here 's the counter-buffe Some great ones think they never have enough Some lately placed very neare the King Have had such honour time and chance did bring Such dignities on them have been confer'd As that no subjects have been more prefer'd But what of that if they had yet had more They that are ne're content are still most poore How wofull now am I once one of them Who dreamt of something like a Diadem How wretched is that man that late did hope Perhaps to weare the Miter and be Pope Where are those other two that were so great They scarce could have a more Majesticke seat Some of them are escap'd God knows whither So far men judge they 'le ne're return back hither Some of them are in hold my selfe am one Who have just cause to grieve lament and mone I often have been tost from post to pillar 'T is hard when as the fore horse must goe thiller Proud Haman deem'd himselfe much more then man But Hester of the King such favour wan That all the devillish plots by Ham●n laid Were found discover'd frustrate and made voide The fatall tree for Mordecay set up Proud Hamans death he tasted first that cup. This Haman doubtlesse was a favourite Did sway the King sometimes against the right He did intend and had commissions sent To cut beleevers off incontinent But God by Hester did prevent the same And Hamans project turned to his shame Achitophell was likewise held so deare That Davids Court did hardly yeeld his Peere He was a privy Councellor and sate Where matters alwaies handled were of state Neverthelesse this great man did conspire ' Gainst Davids throne selfe-hanging was his hire The fall of many favourites in times past Doth not one jot make some men now agast When once they are advanc'd and in great place They quickly slight their God and Princes grace When they have pow'r to doe even what they will They 'le do small good yet would be greater still I wonder and admire men should forget Their God their King themselves and that same net Which truth hath laid to catch all falshood in This blinde stupidity doth cause much sin This was my fault this caused all my error This fild me first with pride but now with terror What have the Minions of all former times Gain'd with their honours but a clog of crimes Hath not their policy and vaine ambition Brought them at last unto a low condition Yes and their dignities had better far Bin given unto some Swaine that drives the car Why then should men so often wish in vain Why should men plod project and spend their braine Why should men fill their hearts so full of care And all to build up Castles in the aire What are vaine hopes but like a blast of wind Only conceived to perplex the mind Our hopes and haps doe for the most part vary Our wishes and th' events prove quite contrary Our thoughts run most on that which most we crave Which peradventure we shall never have This proverb old is written in Times hall Proud men may rise but pride will have a fall This I have tri'd and found true in my selfe For notwithstanding all my worldly pelfe Yet I perceive there is no trust in man The life even of a King is but a span What is mans love when God in anger frownes Subjects should never dreame of earthly Crownes When Lucifer was placed up on high Almost above Angellique Majesty When he amongst all Angels was the prime He then would needs above his Maker climbe But how did God his proud presumption quell He cast him downe to be a divell in hell Give unto Alexander Kingdomes store Give him even all the world hee 'le wish for more Give Midas his owne wish that all he touch May turne to gold yet he hath ne're too much No dignity no earthly riches can Content or please the avaritious man I had I do confesse at least in part Knowledge of Tongues the ground of every Art I was my Kings I ieutenant or Viceroy I● armes and arts I did my selfe imploy I was indeed advanced too too high I reign'd I rul'd I rag'd in tyranny I daily did endeavour to subvert The fundamentall Lawes I did pervert Justice and equity by fines and taxe I sought to make the Law a nose of wax My power was great even reaching to a Crowne But want of thankfulnesse hath brought me downe Mens highest fortunes like a watry bubble At biggest breake meane while most full of trouble But now in full assurance I relie Upon the alsufficient Majesty Of God above there lies my faith and hope Living and dying I defie the Pope God blesse the King my soveraign Lord Master His Queene and off-spring heavens keep from disaster God blesse both houses of the Parliament Give them united hearts with full content God blesse their counsells and proceedings all That vertue may be raised vice may fall I doe confesse I have deserved death And willingly submit to lose my breath The world I freely with my heart forgive Since all must die why should I wish to live I justly die by th' Law fame ring my knell Earths fading pompe adieu vaine world farewell FINIS