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	soul_n	23,154	5	5.3621	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A87000	The souldiers sad complaint. Per I.H.	I. H.	1647 (1647)	Wing H49; Thomason 669.f.11[48]; ESTC R210566	828	1

The Souldiers sad Complaint IS this the upshot then We that have spent Our best of Fortunes for a PARLIAMENT We that have sweat in bloud march't o're the Land And where our feet did tread our Swords command We that like burning Comets did appeare Striking astonishment with pallid feare Upon the daring aspect of our Foes Forcing even Death under our dreadfull blowes To flagg his fatall Standard We that have Been as of Banquets greedy of a grave When through the rivlets of our purple gore Flow'd streames of Victory unto the doore Of our high palmed STATE made GODS no lesse And only happy through our wretchednesse When in our calmed postures we draw neare Creeping addresses to that Lofty SPHEAR In naked Bodies broken Leggs and Armes In carved Limbs which were ere while as Charmes To quiet Death and make the Furies husht That we should suffer that we should be crusht With those iron hands though guilded with our bloud Not seeking others but their owne selfe-good We have upheld when we make humble plea With empty entrailes for our deare earn'd pay Whilest your enlarded guts and brawny sides Swine it with Epicurus stretch your hydes With glorry morsells are we kickt away As if each Wight had turn'd Apostata Is this true Vallors pay coyn'd out of ayre And envy Tyranny that doth out-dare The very front of Hell What Souldiers and thus slighted The best of actions are the worst requited 'T is thought and fear'd your eyes that pitty want Ere long will turne the world all Adamant And every object by reflection Be turned into what you are a Stone Should but your curious wanton pallats share As formerly our Fortunes now our fare Who once lay lugging at that Ladyes Papp As full of plenty then as now mishap A two daies sad experience would condemne Your great ingratitude make you contemne Your cruelties and bring home to your Gate As much of love as hitherto of hate Who gave your SENAT being the Lawes their breath Was 't not our bloud our hazzarding of death And will you counsell murther sit to slay Even those by whom you sit or whom you stay From your full stores then reach unto poore soules Of what 's their due Necessity controules The sharpest Lawes Oh heare their groanes and cryes Who haplesse lives and as yet hopelesse dyes Per I. H. FINIS