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	hour_n	life_n	4,496	5	4.6534	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16802	The vncasing of Machauils instructions to his sonne with the ansvvere to the same.	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?; Machiavelli, Niccolò, 1469-1527, attributed name.	1615 (1615)	STC 3704.7; ESTC S120558	26,868	58

fall When parents counsell is thus reiected And their hourely care so much neglected Salomon saies smile not on thy daughter Least thou repent it euer after Then to sonnes and daughters let care be such That thou and they in vertue may be rich Seeme not to laugh at any vnseemly iest A meane in all in all is euer best And for thy seruants let no Belly swell A baudie house is but an earthly hell Keepe not an eye seruant within thy doore Which will but seeke to vexe thee euermore And scoffingly answere with taunting words A beastly tricke is all a Iade affords If that thou find'st a tell tale in thine house Be watching still as a Cat for a Mouse Such seruants can neuer be true nor iust Who backbites in secret such neuer trust Much discord by such is bred oft times When most themselues deserueth greatest crimes Be not familiar with seruants in any case But let them with dutie respect their place Giue but an inch they 'll quickly take an ell A wise tale to a foole t is vaine to tell In Law and Phisicke haue a conscience In making gaine of thy experience Least that thy Clients crie and Patients death Doe make thee crie out in the hell beneath Where grieuous horrors shall still affright thee Let vertues loue euermore delight thee Which is a gaine sufficient for thy store A perfect ioy delightfull euermore By wicked plots doe not proule for pelfe Let thy soules care be neerest to thy selfe So shall all thy waies prosper and be free From thraldome want and great necessitie No woe shall once approch where vertue shines What needes thou care though vicious men repines Their blasts as bubbles soone doth passe away Themselues in little time comes to decay If thou be rich abandon wicked pride And doe not on the horse of Enuie ride Least he carry thee with an easie way Vnto thy ouerthrow and great decay Seeke not the well-deseruing to disgrace Nor put the vertuous spirit out of place And sooth no humors in an euill minde For poisned breath is of a poisned kinde And though to hurt a few to hurt a manie Be good yet better not the hurt of any What bootes small gaines when greater losse doth fall By such measure seeke not to get at all Be patient and wise in extremity Thou mai'st the sooner come to prosperitie As gentle dewes kindly cause flowers to spring Patience gaines content though misery be long Let truth in euery thing be thy companion And vice ore thee shall neuer get dominion Thou hast a bulwarke that defends thee And a trustie friend that treasure lends thee If that thy friend doe trust thee with his loue Vnto his trust doe not a Traitor proue Least he that seeth thy ill gotten treasure Do pay thee home with an euill meaten measure Though thy gaines be small and trauell great Thou art certaine to come to iudgement seat To receiue a guerdon due to thy deeds A blessed food that blessed creatures feeds Neuer wanting but still possest with store Which makes thee rich though seeming ne're so poore Be faithfull to thy Wife firme to thy friend And constant in Religion to the end Doe not humor euery Sect for priuate gaine It is a greiuous sinne a greeuous paine Against the holy Ghost a sinfull deed Then vse it not what euer be thy need Religion is sacred pure diuine It is a heauenly map a heauenly signe It is that burning lampe that shines so bright Being with truth receiued a true delight Seeke not thou to depraue religious truth Least thou increase thy paine and endlesse ruth For chiefest learning thereon is grounded And all errors from thence quite confounded Be rich and wise in this good wit my boy That death nor hell nor Diuell can destroy Let thy chiefest pleasure be to seeke that gaine That afterwards may neuer turne to paine Who so but for the present time doth care Oft times is inforst to be poore and beare And when those present pleasures past and gone As much the nere if he had ne're seene none Then Time to accompt doth call that folly Checking him for all those deeds vnholy How he his time so loosely spent in vaine Which being spent can ne're be had againe Then with ifts and ands he begins to say Had I knowne this fore time had past away I had preuented that which now I finde But time is past and thou tookst hold behinde Where nought remaines but a scull death portraiture As Time doth passe it is of all most sure To spend this precious time it is a woe Without regarding how the houres do goe When time makes full the houres of times accompt Asking how much the totall doth amount Then all ill times by time vntimely spent Shall by that time haue time then to repent But all too late sith time was once refus'd And time so deerely lost so much abus'd The date is out 't is true the Clocke hath strooke Time kindly offered all when all forsooke This gem of worth most pretious is to youth But their selfe-wils hates knowledge of the truth Which should bring their tender age vnto blisse The right way to that perfect happinesse Which would shew then how they should spend the day With due respect how to spend the time away Not by idlenesse or foolish fansies Subiect to many vicious mischances Which luls their age with pleasure fast asleepe Such pleasures they were better loose then keepe Tell thou the Clocke as houres doth passe away And thinke how time doth turne all flesh to clay Serue God thy King be to thy countrie true Liue till thou diest then bid the world adue But liue in that sort that thou diest with fame That after death men giue thee a good name Which as Cronicles may last for euer In liuing thus thy life endeth neuer Ifto thy King thou prouest vntrue vniust Who will afterwards giue thee any trust Then to thy Prince giue due obedience And to thy betters seemly reuerence So shall thy fame on earth be had in store And heauenly blessings giuen thee euermore Ifto Countrie thou hast a tretchers heart Thy words are worse then a deepe venom'd dart Swine eates the flowers then nusles vp the roote And none but beastly mindes will surely doo 't Or offer to spoile that by which they 'r bred Or betray the Country in which they 'r bred How manifest it is of such mens liues How their courses euermore basely thriues Some themselues vntimely death doth bring Others in griefe of conscience still mourning Some wandring heere some there in wofull griefe Others pining in streetes and wants releife Some starke mad doth run quite distract of all Others in vaine for comfort out doth call Some in forraine Countries desires a place But gnawing conscience brings them to disgrace Some with audacious face doth faine excuse But God cries vengeance gainst so vilde abuse Some to Magistrates will sue for fauour But poysned hearts