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	word_n	8,188	5	4.1373	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04310	The true lovers tragedy: being an incomparable ballad of a gentleman and his lady, that both killed themselves for love, under the disguised names of Philander and Phillis, Phillis Philanders scattered garments finds, and thinks him slain, for which with fate she joyns, and with her fatal poiard striketh deep, as life no longer can it's station keep, the crimson streams so fast flowd from her veins, yet dying, of her loves dear loss complains: no sooner death had closed up her starry eyes, but her return'd Philander her espyes; and finding that for him she lost her breath, he kills himself, and crowns his love with death. To the tune of, Ah cruel bloody fate.	Lee, Nathaniel, 1653?-1692.	1680-1682? (1682)	Wing L885; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[120]	1,134	1

THE True Lovers Tragedy Being an Incomparable Ballad of a Gentleman and his Lady That both Killed themselvels for Love under the disguised Names of Philander and Phillis Phillis Philanders scattered Garments finds And thinks him slain for which with Fate she joyns And with her Fatal Poniard striketh deep As Life no longer can it's station keep The Crimsoe Streams so fast flowd from her Veins Yet Dying of her Loves dear loss complains No sooner Death had closed up her Starry eyes But her return'd Philander her espyes And finding that for him she lost her breath He kills himself and crowns his Love with death To the Tune of Ab Cruel Bloody Fate AH Cruel Bloody Fate what canst thou now do more Alas 't is now too late Philander to Restore Why shou'd the Heavenly powers pedswade Poor Mortals to believe That they guard us here And reward us there Yet all our joys deceive Her Ponyard then she took and held it in her hand Then with a dying look cry'd thus I Fate command Philander ah my Love I come to meet the shade below Ah! I come she cry'd with a wound so wide There needs no second blow Then Purple Waves of Blood ran streaming down the floor Vnmov'd she saw the Flood and bless'd her dying hour Philander and Philander still the bleeding Phillis cry'd She wept a while and forc'd a smile then clos'd her Eyes and dy'd Vpon the Blushing Ground stain'd with her Virgin blood She lay in Deaths deep Swound close by the murmering Flood Which for the lovely Phillis sake complan'd of cruel late Which had caus'd such care as had wrought despair I weep it to relate When loe Philander came with joy to seek his Love And her dear promise claim while Moan-beams from above Did twincle through the thickest shade and guild the flowry plain When he espys And ah Phillis cries not thinking she was slain Arise arise from Earth shake off this dull repose Phillis my only mirth to thee Philander bows Sooner I would have come to thee had not a Lyon staid My course to fight For which exploit he Lifeless now is made Ah me what 's this she 's cold ye Gods quite breathless too O Death durst thou infold this beauties not thy due Alas O cruel Fate he cry'd by her own hand 't is well Oh the fatal blow That did overthrow by Heavens for me she fell Behold my Garments dy'd in Phillis precious blood Which falling from my side made her suppose me dead And therefore fell for love of me ah cruel destiny And shall Philander Live to wander No by the Powers I 'le dye I come my Phillis now prepare for in thy Arms I will perform my vow a sleep like Death now charms These Ciprus wreaths our Crowns shall be we 'l Triumph over death From thy fair lip I 'le Nectar Sip Then with my latest breath With that his Fatal Sword he plunged in his breast and sigh'd with dying words Oh now I am at rest Now Phillis now for ever mine Fate now no more shall part Then through the Wound Life passage found And left the Lovers Heart FINIS Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball near West-Smithfield