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	life_n	rise_v	6,632	5	7.2458	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A66755	The grateful acknowledgment of a late trimming regulator humbly presented to that honest and worthy country gentleman who is come lately to town, and stiles himself by the name of Multum in parvo : with a most strange and wonderful prophecy, taken out of Britains genious / written in the time of the late wars, by ... Captain George Withers.	Wither, George, 1588-1667.; Wither, George, 1588-1667. Prophecy.; Pennyman, John, 1628-1706. Multum in parvo.	1688 (1688)	Wing W3161; ESTC R11915	4,675	13

Haste Do seldom thrive but quickly they do Waste The boldest Thief which to that Sport is Bent Is sometimes Hang'd before his Money 's Spent Courage Brave Hero be not you Dismaid Nor of his Numerous Arms be you Afraid Heav'ns Lord Protector is your only Prop Next Spring he 'll give you your own Orange Crop. Invade his Borders but that time and then With your own Troops and our true English Men We dare be Bold his Army then will Run Like Mists and Fogs before the Rising Sun And many will like us run to your Camp Then after Him you may the Pope new Vamp Who is so warp'd he wants an Underlay An Orange Scent will make him Dance the Hay So rarely well whenever you shall come To bid Defiance to the Walls of Rome This we may see before some years be gone By this Great Orange our Great James's Son. Much being lost we took hold on a Twig This is the Case of the Poor Trimming Whig Being near Drowning by some Men of Note VVe then did strive only to Trim the Boat To save our selves and all our Noble Race And shall we now for this suffer Disgrace If this a Crime esteemed be and Blot Then let our Names for ever Dye and Rot. Upon this Topick we will loose our Lives And leave to God our Children and our Wives And for your self to own us at this time Sure you must be no less than a Divine The Forty One Men were a Trimming Race The Forty Eight Religion did Disgrace The last were Tories of the highest Form The Nations Scourges and the Nations Scorn The first were Mild and Gentle like thy self The last were got sure by a Romish Elfe For Persecution alwayes leaves behind A Sting i' th' tail and so is NEVER KYNDE Mark these two words and the first N Deface There you may see an Honest Trimmers Face And if Men now shall Act as Heretofore God may next turn Open the Trimmers Door Which if he should Great Truth will then Prevail And make all Popes to her Dutch Ship strike Sail. Our Princes Sins to God only are known His Christian Acts we never will Disown The Eighty Eight Men as they shall Proceed You say you 'll watch them as you shall have need But we do hope all things will stand so Fair Whatever comes the King 's the Legal Heir Unless we shall Unhing the Legal Right And for a Common-wealth rise up and Fight VVhich in this Land the Lords will never bear Therefore we must not think such Fruit to Rear When Priests do Run and Chancellors do Flee VVe may bless God we have an Orange Tree VVho will defend us in our Equal Rights God still Preserve him in such Wars and Fights Whose Sweet Perfume like Gods Grace from Above Is sent from Heaven to make us live in Love VVhich if we don't God knows whose turn is next Let us not dare then to pervert the Text. And so we 'll leave thee to thy next Effort Storm Roger still and please the Orange Court And let John Baies from you have one more Lift In Statu Quo he 'll turn for his last Shift What e'er it be we are resolv'd to buy Or else our Tongues must give our Hearts the lye And so farewell till we can see thy Face We do believe thy Stock is Noble Race The Prophecy c. WHen here a Scot shall think his Throne to Set Above the Circle of a British King He shall a Dateless Parliament Beget From whence a Furious Armed Brood shall Spring That Army shall beget a wild Confusion Confusion shall an Anarchy beget That Anarchy shall bring forth in Conclusion A Creature which you have no Name for yet That Creature shall conceive a Sickly State Which shall an Arostocracy Produce The many Headed Beast not liking that To raise Democracy shall rather chuse And then Democracy's Production shall A Moon Calf be which some a Mole do call So acting for a while few Men shall know Whether among them a Supream or no. Five of them shall subdue the other Five And then those Five shall by a doubtful Strife Each others Death so happily contrive That they shall Dye to Live a better Life And out of their Corruption Rise there shall A true Supream acknowledged by All In which the Power of all the Five shall be With Unity made Visible in Three King People Parliament with Priests and Peers Shall be a while your Emulous Grandees Make a confused Pentarchy some Years And leave off their Distinct Claims by Degrees And then shall Righteousness ascend the Throne Then Love and Truth and Peace Re-enter shall Then Faith and Reason shall agree in One And all the Virtues to their Council Call. And timely after this there shall Arise That Kingdom and that Happy Government Which is the Scope of all those Prophecies Which future Truths obscurely Represent But how this shall be done few Men shall see For wrought in Clouds and Darkness it shall be And e'er it come to pass in publick View Most of these following Signs shall first Ensue A King shall willingly himself Vnking And thereby grow far greater than before The Priests their Priesthoods to contempt shall bring And Piety shall thereby thrive the more A Parliament it self shall overthrow And thereby shall a better Being gain The Peers by setting of themselves below A more enobling Honour shall obtain The People for a while shall be Enslav'd And that shall make them for the future Free By private Loss the Publick shall be sav'd An Army shall by yielding Victor be Then shall God own his People and their Cause The Laws Corruption shall Reform the Laws And Bullocks of the largest Northern Breed Shall Fatten'd be where now scarce Sheep can Feed POSTSCRIPT NOli me Tangere our known Laws do say To him that doth the Royal Scepter sway Others must pay the Damage in this Cause And Cost to Boot so sayes the same Good Laws His Evil Counsellors these are the Men Must be Truss'd up in Bunches Ten by Ten Our Prince is safe the former are not so As they Advise to Tyburn they must go