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	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
A10971	Gloucesters myte deliuered vvith the mournefull records of Great Britaine, into the worlds register. For the inrolement of the euerlasting fame and perpetuall remembrance of our late and most gratious Prince Henrie. With motiues to repentance. The materiall points touched, appeare in the next page.	Rogers, Thomas, of Tewkesbury.	1612 (1612)	STC 21241.5; ESTC S113421	5,908	24

to seeke reliefe VVho number can the sands vpon the shore Or in the clearest night tell heauens starres Such one may count the many did deplore And spread th●ir colours in thos● mournful wars VVhose hearts with sorrow swel'd abridg'd the tongue Vse of the office did to it belong The woefull hart that bu●t●●n vnderwent Distilling moisture till the wels w●re dri● VVhich did dissolue in tear●s the speech and s●nt It dropping downe in silence from the eye Y●t eyes not silent for they did vnfold The woes which lay within the heart inrol'd Heart tongue and eyes and eu'rie sense did ioine In equall simpathie of equall sorrow And with one stampe their ●quall grief did coine Each one of other equally did borrow And as th' Apothecary they were found Of manies sorrow to make one compound But as a little boat vpon the seas Be'ing ouercharged with too large a saile Or to the simple str●ngth of sillie fleas Or poore weake courage of a feeble Snaile To withstand storms or w●ight of laden wheele Is ours gainst Death when we his arrow feele The great●st Monarchs that doe breath aliue Who for their high degree the r●st excell· And in the field of Mars as chiefe do thriue And by the Mines of gold and treasure dwell They all are subiects though they raign as kings They must obey whē Death his message brings What is their birth when he doth Summons giue VVhat is their Discipline of Mars in force Though they surrender would their State to liue For to repell the strength of feeble Mors. Yet loe the worlds wealth cannot auaile Who can against the hand of God preuaile Sweet Prince his soule is fled and now doth rest In immortality with Christ on high Among'st the holy Saints in glory blest To liue and raigne with them eternally And as his Soule is thus to ioy prefer'd So is his body as a King inter'd For why should we a pearle so rich detaine● Who is deseruing him are found so poore Why should hee on this wicked earth remaine That was a Iewell of so rich a stor● Sith wee vnworthy of so great a blisse In being to our louing God remisse To thinke of him our hearts with sorrow bleed Our losse by him the world cannot count A Pearle a Diamond a Gem a Seed That for his va●ne did the Earth surmount Adew sweet Prince yet when we bid adew The teares with griefe doe in our eyes renew Loues zeale commands we shal not leaue thee yet Thou like the Loadstone doest draw the mind Who can thy deare and worthy selfe forget A Prince so vertuous and louing kind Although our bodies here on Earth we haue Our hearts interred lie with thee in graue Our Soules are siluer-plates thy Fame to hold Our zeale ●ich Diamonds to make th' impression The Characters we print refined gold To keepe thy name all ages in succession Th●n sleepe sweet Henry Prince of endles Fame Whil'st we record thy euerlasting Name A Motiue to looke into the frailty of his life LOoke backe O man vnto the fickle stay Of thy short race which here thou hast to run View how the Flowers of the field d●cay Which for the smooth and fin●st web are spun Sith thus the Gard'ner felles the Oliue tree What store or reckoning will he make of thee FINIS The manner of our sorrowing for sinnes Sathans subtleties in betraying vs. A disswasion from the loue of the world The continual mercies of our louing God proffered by his word and Ministers Our hardnesse of hart notwithstanding Our punishme●t by losse of our ver●uous Prince LOok how the dews lie sprinkled on the grasse VVhich sable night begets leaues behind And how on sodaine it away doth passe VVhen the Sun rising from the cast dothwind And sinking downe doth in the Earth remain Till Sun be set and then returns againe Like so repentant dewes hang in our eyes VVhen wee night threatnings of our God do see VVhich ouerpast our dewie sorrow di●es And we vnmindfull of his mercy be No longer then his iudgements are in view Wee are repentant but in sinne renew Thus with the Dogge wee to the vomite turne And with the Swine into the filthy mire VVe freeze in piety in sinne we burne The pampring of the lusts is our desire These silly beasts excell vs in their kind They reason want we haue and yet more blind For as the venem'd dart within the skinne Doth more and more infect and p●rill breed Till it the Mastership at last doth winne To end the life of Adams wretched seed Euen so Sathan by his sub●il● w●ies Wades in diues deeper and the soule beguiles Why fix we then our thoghts on melting treasur Why doe our hearts incline to earthly vanity Why build we on the Sands leaue to measure The sinking ebbes and fals of our mortality Why doe we pleasure take in fading shewes Which die and vanish as the summer dewes Oh sith these earthly things our hearts attract And steales them from the fauour of our God Whil'st our transgressions on heapes are packt And as our mortall foes against vs plod Why wed we such a Strumpet then to wis● That wounds the soule betraies kils the life VVe daily by the rules of truth are taught And dayly instances by death doe see How that our rended ships with sinne are fraught And in what perill on the seas wee bee Yet hoi●e wee sailes respectlesse of our guide And so in danger thrust into the tide The louing Pilot of our safe transport To shunne our wracke vpon the raging deepe Stands on the shore and mildly doth exhort Vs to returne and in the calme to keepe VVithin the Hauen where our ship may ride Out of the danger of the drowning tide And farther for his voice too low is found For vs that Addar-like are d●afe to heare He sendeth out his Trumpeters to sound That we draw in vnto the land more neere To An●re in the Road where he doth he VVhere peacefull calmes abide eternally Yet like the Heyfer that vntamed is Wee pull our stiffed neckes f●om out the yoke Our hearts of Adamant is our amisse We still to anger do our God prouoke VVhich sinne of ours d●nying to obey Hath caus'd him thus to take our hope away Sith disobedience is a sinne so high To draw down iudgments from the hand of God Oh let vs by repentance draw more nigh To shun his wrathfull ire and fearefull rod. Lest as he now hath pluckt the O●iue spray He take the Tree and other Plants away Our Happinesse vnder the late Queene Feares expected at her death Prai●rs Supplications to God Gods vnspeakable Prouidence and Mercy in preseruing vs by his Maiesty Our Thankefulnes for the time Our remisn●sse afterward Our punishment by losse of the worlds treasure our most gracious P●ince POore Creatures reasonlesse when they do war Will backe retire to gaine a further force Then Man may not be iustly said to iarre That looketh backe from Man to g●ine remorse Oh blame him not that turneth back reades A princel● Motiue that to vertue leades When the admired Queene of high renowne Did guide the Scepter in her worthy hand And on her Royall head did weare the Crowne And raigning rul'd in peace this famous land No night was seene our day did not decline The word of light did in the darkenes shine The tongue nor pen by art cannot vnfold The supplicat'ons that pr●f●rred were Vnto the Lord of life our strength our hold To stirre him vp our humble suites to heare That when this star should lose her earthly light Another happy Sunne might shine as bright And loe such was the mercy of our God That he our praiers did not then despis● But cast aside his iust deserued rod For as our old Sun set our new did rise And still kept day and c●a●d away the night Without abridgement of a minutes light Where are the eyes that dazeled with the lustre Where are the hearts that praises then did yeeld Where are the flocking troups that thē did muster With rauish'd soules into that peacefull field They are decayde the day was soon forgotten Our thankefull prayses in the dust lie rotten But why are we thus to our God vngrateful● Why are we stil so blindly led astray How can we be vnto our soules so hateful Or vnto him our light our life our stay VVho as the Compas doth the shipmen guid Prese●u'd vs then in mid'st of roughest tide Oh blessed Lord why was thy mercy such To giue vs life when we deseru'd to die Why was thy loue and fauour then so much Our bleeding wounds with Balm● of lif● to dri● More iustice were if iustice thou had'st shown Into the lake of Death wee had been throwne And now were thrown such is our froward wickednes In pulling down thy wrath vpō our heads In that we doe neg●ect thy proff'red blessednes Which to the end of endles glory leades If we of duetie vnto thee could boast The worlds hop●full Prince wee had not lost LOrd turne our hearts that wee our sinnes may see And henceforth labour to appease thine ire And by repentance ioyne our soules to thee As thou in loue and mercy do'st require That with the Virgins wife we enter may Before the gate be shut into thy ioy Oh blesse likewise most humbly we thee pray Our King and Queene and all their Royall race ●o thou their strength their fortresse and their stay Support defend and shield them with thy grace And though our sins haue caus'd a branch to seuer Preserue the trees and other plants for euer FINIS