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	heaven_n	life_n	8,937	5	4.5695	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08951	The distressed virgin: or, The false young-man, and the constant maid, the qualities of them both displaid To an excellent new tune.	M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656?	1633 (1633)	STC 19228; ESTC S112529	1,805	2

The distressed Virgin OR The false Young-man and the constant Maid The qualities of them both displaid To an excellent new Tune A Thousand times my love commend to him that hath my heart in hold I tooke him for my dearest friend his Love I more estéem'd than Gold When that mine did eyes see his face and that mine eares had heard his voyce His Love I fréely did embrace my heart told me he was my choice O had he still continued true and in affection permanent Had hée performed what was due then had I found true hearts content But hee regardlesse of his vow which he did make to me before Hath thus in sorrow left me now my former follies to deplore Would I had never séene those eyes that like attractive Adamants Did my poore heart with love surprize the power of love so me enchants I have no power to leave his love though with sterne hate he me pursue To him I will most constant prove though he be faithlesse and untrue I put my finger unto the bush thinking the sweetest Rose to find I prickt my finger to the bone and yet I left the Rose behind If Roses be such prickling flowers they must be gathered when tha 're gréen But she that loves an unkind Love alas she rowes against the streame Oh would he but conceive aright the griefe that I for him sustaine He could not chuse but change his spight to faithfull love and leave disdaine I love to have him still in place his too long absence makes me mourne Yet he disdaines to sée my face and holds my company in scorne It grieves my heart full sore to thinke that he whom I so dearely love Should thus refuse with me to drinke yet can my passion ne're remove Though he I know could wish my death so great is his inveterate hate Yet I could sooner lose my breath than see him wrong'd in name or state Ill haphad I to come in place where first I saw his tempting looke As soone as I beheld his face I Cupids prisoner straight was tooke And never since that fatall houre I have enioyed one minutes rest The thought of him is of such power it never can forsake my brest Then was I strucke with Cupids Dart then was my fancie captivated Then did I vow that still my heart should rest with him though me he hated Then did he make a shew of love which did much more my heart enflame But now he doth perfidious prove and gives me cause his love to blame The second part To the same tune NAy more he made a vow to me that I should be his wedded wife And he forsakes me now I sée which makes me weary of my life I little thought what now I finde that youngmen could dissemble so Sure he 's the falsest of his kinde ill hap have I to prove him so Could any man be so hard hearted to leave a harmelesse Maid in griefe From me all comfort cleane is parted unlesse his favour grant reliefe Hée is the man that bred my paine he is the man whose love alone Must be the salve to cure my paine or else my life will soone be gone O faithlesse wretch consider well that Heaven abhorreth periury Great torments are prepar'd in Hell for them that thus will sweare and lye Oh hadst thou never made a show of love thou hadst excus'd thy blame But thy false heart full well doth know what oaths thy periur'd tongue did frame That obstacle that hinders me is that which I suspect full sore His fruit growes on some other trée and he 's seduced by some whore Or else he hath some other Lasse perhaps like me a harmlesse Maid Whom he may bring to such a passe as I am brought by Cupids aide Oh Heavens forbid that any one that beares an honest loving mind Should thus have cause to grieve and moan for such a knave that shames his kind But why should I as passions move with bitter words upon him raile Whom I am ever bound to love untill my vitall spirits faile Swéet Love forgive my lavish tongue if I offend in any sort To recompence thée for that wrong I le alwayes give thee good repo●t Although to me thou art unkind who never gave thee any cause Yet I am still resolv'd in mind never to breake God Cupids Lawes And if I never be thy wife which is the thing I iustly claime I vow to live a single life and never thinke of Lovers game But why speake I of life when death doth every minute claime his due I cannot long retaine my breath having a Lover so untrue Let all true Lovers iudge aright in what a case poore soule am I Come gentle death and worke thy spight for now I am prepar'd to dye O Heaven forgive my Love his wrong done unto me a Maiden pure Who for his sake must dye erelong for long my life cannot endure M. P. FINIS Printed at London for F. Coules