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	time_n	18,635	5	3.9362	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19172	Penelopes complaint: or, A mirrour for wanton minions. Taken out of Homers Odissea, and written in English verse, by Peter Colse	Colse, Peter.; Homer. Odyssey.; Dorrell, Hadrian. Willobie his avisa.	1596 (1596)	STC 5582; ESTC S105044	20,598	64

And eke what louing hearts they beare By this their trecherous intent But I commanded them be gone How say you was't not stoutly done Wel though my father he be slaiue As Gods forbid it should be so And that he neuer come againe Yet one day will I worke their woe My dearest bloud I sure wil spend My fathers house for to defend Meane while al heart to Troy Ile trudge If you thereto wil but consent To runne or go I wil not grudge Pray mother peace lest they preuent My going forth when I come backe I wil not feare the proudest iacke Her Epistle to Vlysses VLysses if thou be aliue Peruse those lines I send to thee Sweete let me see thee here arriue Tis booteles for to write to me Not thy epistle be thou sure Thy present sight my griefe must cure Ah say sweete heart and trueloue mine How caust thou lingring stay so long Why cam'st thou not home a this time How canst thou offer me this wrong Say sluggard what doth thee restraine That thou dost not returne againe The Troian warre is at an end To sinders Troy is quite consumde The Argiues al do homeward bend With incense are the Altars fumde Some froe I feare me holdes thee backe And that's the cause thou art so slacke To Pylon haue I often sent To forrein countries farre and neare My messenger to Sparta went But there no certaine newes could heare At Troy they say thou were not slaine That makes me hope thou com'st againe Ah good Vlysses hie thee home For I had sutors long agoe If that thou say thou wilt not come Then know I what I haue to doe I neede not long a widow liue A hundred gladly would me wiue For of Dulichium fifty two Most stately sutors secke my shame Of Zacinthe twentie do mee woo From Samos foure and twentie came Besides twelue of our Ithac states On whom Maedon the minstrell waites My father eke doth me accuse And saies I do my wooers wrong And too too much my selfe abuse Sith widdow-like I stay so long But let him daily me reproue From constant faith I wil not moue Yea let him say or do his worst I wil be but Vlysses wife To him I gaue my faith at first With him Ile end my loue and life To him ere I wil faile my faith I sure wil die a Martirs death As twentie winters there are gone So twentie more I meane to spend I wil vndoe that I haue done Ten thousand times before I end Yet shal I thinke each houre twaine Vntil you do returne againe She accuseth Antinous that he goeth about to kil her sonne ANtinous I haue beene told Thou wert a youth that did excell Ah true I proue the prouerbe old Report vntruth doth often tell They say thy like not Ithac had I thinke it hath not one so bad How dar'st thou me the mother court And go about my child to kill Thou swear'st and star'st thou mean'st no hurt Yet dost deuise his bloud to spill But you can wake although you winke And say right wel though ill you thinke But take thou heede and warning good And warning giue to al the rest Beware of spilling princely bloud For vnreueng'd it will not rest Wherefore see that his life you saue If fauour you of me wil haue The reply of Eurymachus in the behalfe of the wooers ASsure your selfe my dearling sweete Ther's no man here that wil or shall Him hurt Ile die first at his feete Before mishap shal him befall Be bold whilst me aliue you see From sword I sure wil set him free For thine and for Vlysses sake Telemachus I wil preserue Who on his knee would oft me take And rost meate often to me carue Ile sheath my sword within his skinne That first to touch him dares beginne Am I not here what needs thou dread Thou maist command me heart and hand Ile him defend aliue or dead My word and deede shal f●rmely stand Wherefore sweete heart be of good cheare And cast away this foolish feare She bewaileth the sending of her sonne Telemachus to his father ALas what haue I fondling done How haue I on aduenture sent Telemachus my onely sonne Ah for his sake shal I be shent If by this meanes he do miscarrie Then of my life shal I be wearie What will the common people say As they are prone to speake the worst She she her sonne hath sent away See who would fickle women trust That she may with hir wooers wed And so defile his fathers bed What dangers dire shal he endure Rocks renting dread and tempests doubt Of measure hard he shal be sure If prouling Pirates pry him out Or if Antinous descry His skil in swimming shal he trie Alas if my sweete Temelac Whom for to shield the Gods I pray On wastfull seas should go to wracke What wil my good Vlysses say My life alas I soone should lacke As hearbs to pot he would me hacke But if it be my destinie I stil wil waile with woful heart Til time doth end this Tragedie Or chance doth cure my carefull smart And I my selfe my selfe wil hate Til death doth e●s● my dolefull state But see he comes right wellcome home Sweete Telemac my prettie boy What is thy father with thee come Tel true what liues my louely ioy Ah say the truth and do not faine Will my Vlysses come againe Telemachus sheweth his fathers comming and how he means to be reuenged of his Riuals and sheweth some of his fathers acts MY father as you say doth liue Loe here a letter he hath sent And shortly here he will arriue For to returne is his intent But priuily he will you greete That with those Riuals he may meete He sweares he wil torment them all Not one of them shall scape aliue He'll kill and slay both geat and smal As dogges from doore he wil them driue He sweares he'll see their eies al out Ere he wil feed so soule a rout Eurymachus he wil take downe And eke Antinous swelling pride He'll coxe them all I hold a crowne For that they do him thus deride He'll teach them better vse their tearmes He'll learne them scoffe a man at armes Though that those lads haue long him loath'd If he in sight should but appeare They al would wish they were vncloathd So that they lighter legged were They'll rather wish for feete that day Then either gold or rich array For he at hazard more hath beene Then taking downe such trencher-knights His prowes at siege of Troy was seene He hath subdued worthier wights Yea mother he hath beene at hel Where the Prince Pluto dire doth dwell He thrust out Polyphemus eie For that he did his fellowes eate And he scapt Circes sorcerie He feared not God Neptunes threat When three daies shiples he did saile His hardy heart did neuer faile Penelope readeth Vlysses letter THy letter when I ouer-looke Penelope my sweetest saint I note the care that