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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	die_v	life_n	see_v	16,095	5	3.5035	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05387	Queene Elizabeths teares: or, Her resolute bearing the Christian crosse inflicted on her by the persecuting hands of Steuen Gardner Bishop of Winchester, in the bloodie time of Queene Marie. Written by Christopher Leuer.	Lever, Christopher, fl. 1627.	1607 (1607)	STC 15540; ESTC S109416	21,498	58

thee all things that be themselues present And I that for thy holie Name must die Imbrace the cause and thanke thy Maiestie What ere I suffer is in thy decree Which limits all the purposes of men My selfe my cause I consecrate to thee Let them cut off vncertaine life yet then I le breathe it in thy sacred hands and when My Sister Marie offers vp my blood I le offer vp my heart to make it good My Sauiour Iesus suffered more than I And for my sake that Lord he suffered The righteous One did for the sinnefull die And gaue his life for ours that perished Thy seruant is by thy example led To die for Truth sith Truth did die for me For thus to die is lifes eternitie What is my life the world should enuie so Alas a little puffe of breathing aire Death hath ten thousand meanes to let it goe And flie this wearie bodie of my care Vncertaine I to loose it when or where Ther 's somewhat else than breath they care for than For breath is common vnto euery man It is for Conscience and Religions cause That I indure this burthen of their hate How ere guiltlesse yet the wrested Lawes Must correspond in iudgement with the State For that is lawe our Gouernours relate And though by Law my innocence be proou'd The Case wil alter if the Prince be moou'd Be it that Gods preuenting eie should sleepe And that their purpose haue desired end That Soule they take from me they cannot keepe Which to a mighty Lord recommend His right he can against all clames defend How fruitles is the haruest which they make That cannot keepe the treasure which they take Men are in iurious that report of Death To be the highest of extremities Whenas we die what loose we else but breath And many numbers of our miseries When this life setts a better doth arise And when to Death a holy cause is giuen Death is the Gate by which we enter heauen Within our life these sorrowes we containe Vncertaine daies yet full of certaine griefe In number few but infinite in paine O're chargde with wants but naked of reliefe In ruling it our euill partes are chiefe And though our time be not cut short by Death Oldeage will creepe to stop vncertaine breath Yet to the much affliction of the minde This of the body is a scant compare Wherein so many and so much I find As would astonne my spirits to declare Triall can onely tell vs what they are For we whom Custom hath with griefe acquainted By vs her sad proportion best is painted The Griefe of mind is that intestine warre That stirres sedition in the state of man Where when our Passions once commaunders are Our peacefull dayes are desperate for than The stirre 's more hote than when it first began For heady Passion 's like an vntam'd beast That riots most when we desire it least This violence exceedes his vertuous meane Like swelling tides that ouerrunne their shore Leauing the lawfull current of their streame And breake their bankes that bounded them before Yet griefe in his great violence is more For if that Reason bound not Griefe with Lawes In our destruction Griefe will be the cause Griefe should be borne with much indifference Not much regarded yet regardlesse neuer Not much affected yet we must haue sense To feele our griefe and apprehend it euer Yet let the grieued euer thus indeuer To make his burthen easefull as hee may And so his griefe with ease is borne away So much of Griefe we onely doe sustaine As in our choice our selues do apprehend Griefe may present it selfe but not constraine That we imbrace what it doth recommend Beare it but lightly then for to that end Is Patience giuen by whose resolued might The heauiest loade of Griefe is made but light This is the most of happinesse we haue That with our Patience we support our cares Not we our selues but God this vertue gaue Which our vnworthie life right well declares To loose my life is for to loose my cares Then what is Death that I should feare to die Death is the death of all my miserie What then is that which doth beget desire In humane flesh to linger out long daies Is it because to Honormen aspire Or for their name in Beautie hath a praise Or is 't their greedy Auarice them staies Honour Beautie nor desire of Golde Cannot the certaine of their death withhold Honour is nothing but a very name Often conferd to men of little merite In euery place as common as is Fame Commonly giuen to euery common spirite So little worth as anie one may weare it Then why should that be thought of estimation That giues to base deseruings high creation The name and place of honour may be giuen As please the Prince in fauour to dispose But true deriued Honor is from heauen And often liues in meane estate with those That to the courts of Princes neuer goes How vainly prowd are such as would get Fame Yet get no more of Honor but the name Be it thy Honour as the glorious Sunne Exceede the rate of common exspectation Thy Prince displeased once thy honor 's done In rising to this pitch men vse gradation But at one fall they loose all estimation For he whose powre is euer absolute His angry breath can puffe thy glorie out Where is the honour of great Macedon That measur'd out large Empires with his Sword Great Iulius is with many Caesars gone Leauing no more of Honour than the word And but the pennes of Schollers that recotd Old Time would bring their Honor to that shame As Caesar and the rest would haue no name Who is 't that now of Caesar bends the knee Or frames the sweete of wordes to please his eare Who is 't that now regardeth his Decree Or his offended countenaunce doth feare Caesar in 's Graue his Honour is no where If Honour thus doe perish in the best What may be then exspected in the rest He that from enuious eie and full resort Liues priuate with a little state content Little desires the honour of the Court Where emulation stirres a discontent Men shoote at him that is most eminent And whom the prince with hiest grace doth crown Enuy brings many hands to pull him downe See here the glorie of mortallitie Which we with infinite of care pursue Painefull to get but lost at libertie Fatall to many fortunate to few Whereto so many miseries insue As filles our time with cares then why should I For this respect of honour feare to die Is Beauty then of that high consequence Wherein I may disswasiue reason finde Is that faire shadow of that excellence That for the face I should exchange the minde Beauty that blindeth many cannot blinde My Reason so for Beautie 's but a floure Which being pluckt it fadeth in an houre What though the world with admirations eie Gaze at the wondrous pleasure in the face Wherein the

haue reliefe Among the patient I my selfe am chiefe I tell you true it is of much import That God will help my sorrowes to support Thus she had saide and then she bids Prepare To satisfie th' important Messengers Who on the morrow all prepared were And all set forward with their busie cares Their haste their euill diligence declares For all their haste was but to haste her death Whom God would giue a manie yeeres of breath To tell her weary iourney to the Court Her sicknesse and their much discourtesie The few of friends that to her Grace resort The many griefes and much aduersitie That had be dim'd her late prosperitie To tell you all I should but tell too much Such was this Ladie and their vsage such Being arriu'd at Court her entertaine Sorted the rest of her affliction She in a priuate chamber did remaine Barr'd from the free accesse of any one And but for God and Angels she alone Good Lady in her priuate spent her prayre Whilst Steuen and others in contriuing were Vnto this Saint the Queene a diuel sent Who with some others of the Counsel came With suttle speach to sift and circumuent Her innocence Be it eternall shame To brand with blacke the record of thy name For as the hownds pursue the flying chace Thy dogged thoughts O Steuen pursue her Grace Thus he begins to open his vile breath Madame we come authoriz'd from the Queene That Queene whome you had destinate for Death Had not the powre of Gods resistance beene But he that hath your secret practise seene Layes open all your treason in the light Which you haue long concealed from our sight Madam Nay stay the grieued Princesse saies We haue enough to make a large reply You do not well report vs in your phrase And for the name of Treason I defie O that in you should be such iniurie It ill befits your reuerend place my Lord To brand our honour with so foule a word But for my soueraigne Sister you present I in my silence will my selfe containe Onely let this be thought indifferent That from the word of Treason you refraine I tell you true I must that word disdaine Then say the rest my Lords how vntrue soe'r I will inforce my patience for to heare This iust reproofe incenc'd the Prelate more Kindl'd the fire of Enuy in his flesh And made him much more bitter than before Breathing foorth words of much vnworthinesse Which for they would but grieue me to expresse I silence them and tell you of the rest The least of euills is of euills best Thus he Howe'r you smoothe with faire pretence And hide your guilt with resolute deniall The eie of Iudgement can discerne offence Nor want we powre to bring you to a triall We haue Intelligence for our espiall And when you thought all was in priuate kept The eie of State did wake you thought t 'had slept Courtney and you did not conspire in one You thinke we know not that you did conspire To stirre the people to rebellion Whereby you might vnto the Crowne aspire And to that end breath'd your ambitious fire In Wyats breast that he by his attempt Might make a way for your new gouernement Which if you should aspire which God forbid How would these kingdomes ruine in your rise Religion would in banishment be hid And Luther then must be in exercise Do not you thus within your heart deuise I know you do for how should you be other Being deriued from so bad a mother Madam you haue to much your Fathers blood And much too much his blinde opinion Thinke you your Father did his kingdomes good To set himselfe in opposition Against the Church and true religion Though Gyantlike he fought with little oddes To raise seditious warre against the gods Such as was he such your deceiued brother Treading the path his father went before And you if that you might would be another To make the holy Church to suffer more But God whose hand hath cur'd what they made sore Hath giuen Religion and the State a friend Whose hopes cutte off the euilles you intend Religious Marie whose obedience Vnto the holy Seate of Peters chaire Receiues from heauen such large beneuolence As if Religion and the Kingdomes were By prouidence committed to her care It is in vaine you then with her contend Whome God and holy Angels will defend Bishop I record heauen you doe me wrong The Princesse saide I haue no such intent My heart hath not resemblance with your tongue Nor do I hate my Sisters gouerment My God he knowes that I am innocent If for my Conscience thus you do enuie I for my Conscience am content to die She would haue said much more but that the Lords To haste the execution of their care Doe interrupt the passage of her words Adding more griefe to them that grieued were Telling her Grace she must herselfe prepare For that the Queene gaue strict commandement that Shee to the Towre The Towre alas for what So she made hastie answer and then wept And then begins in grieued words againe What neede a woman in the Towre be kept I in a lesser prison may remaine Alas my Sister and my Soueraigne How should these wrongs of me be vnderstood That thus receiue them from my neerest blood Recall your euill words and say not so Do not a seely woman so confound Vnto the Towre not but offenders goe If then offence within my life be found Then like a Traytor let me enter bound If not intreate my Sister that I die Rather than Traitor-like in prison lie The Lords made answer that it could not be So much the Queene was mooued to offence As she would not reuerse that her decree Nor durst they stand with her in difference And then they counsaile her to patience And to the mercy of the Queene submit Who for submission would most fauour it Thus they had said and then they left the place And in the place left many cares behind All which like Robbers did assaile her Grace And breake the treasure of her quiet minde So much of griefe in one I cannot find And sure if God should not supply to such No woman in the world could beare so much Although I would I cannot make report How much this Ladie is in her distresse Nor how by prayer she maketh her resort Vnto the presence of Gods holinesse Neither can I in liuely formes expresse How God takes vp her holy praire to heauen And all the griefe that to her Grace was giuen Nor can I tell you all their busie care That had begirt her lodging round about How manie numbers in their Armors were Nor how in manhood they were resolute What watch and warde what running in and out Nor how in warlike sort they doe prepare Against a Ladie that intends but praire The night thus spent the next succeeding day Brought to this Ladie new supply of wrong The Queene hath sent to