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	year_n	7,417	5	4.9417	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A61163	The plague of Athens, which hapned in the second year of the Peloponnesian Warre first described in Greek by Thucydides, then in Latin by Lucretius / now attempted in English, by Tho. Sprat.	Sprat, Thomas, 1635-1713.; Thucydides. History of the Peloponnesian War.; Thucydides. History of the Peloponnesian War. Book 2. English.; Hobbes, Thomas, 1588-1679.	1665 (1665)	Wing S5040; ESTC R17244	14,883	38

resemblances Of things to come and of the World below O're their distemper'd fancies goe Sometimes they curse sometimes they pray unto The Gods above the Gods beneath Sometimes they cruelties and fury breath Not sleep but waking now was sister unto death XVIII Scattred in Fields the Bodies lay The earth call'd to the Fowls to take their Flesh away In vain she call'd they come not nigh Nor would their food with their own ruine buy But at full meals they hunger pine and die The Vulters afar off did see the feast Rejoyc'd and call'd their friends to taste They rallied up their troops in haste Along came mighty droves Forsook their young ones and their groves Each one his native mountain and his nest They come but all their carcases abhor And now avoid the dead men more Than weaker birds did living m●n before But if some bolder fowls the flesh essay They were destroy'd by their own prey The Dog no longer bark't at coming guest Repents its being a domestick Beast Did to the woods and mountains haste The very Owls at Athens are But seldome seen and rare The Owls depart in open day Rather than in infected Ivy more to stay XIX Mountains of bones and carcases The streets the Market-place possess Threatning to raise a new Acropolis Here lies a mother and her child The infant suck'd as yet and smil'd But strait by its own food was kill'd There parents hugg'd their children last Here parting lovers last embrac'd But yet not parting neither They both expir'd and went away together Here pris'ners in the Dungeon die And gain a two-fold liberty They meet and thank their pains Which them from double chains Of body and of iron free Here others poyson'd by the scent Which from corrupted bodies went Quickly return the death they did receive And death to others give Themselves now dead the air pollute the more For which they others curs'd before Their bodies kill all that come near And even after death they all are murderers here XX. The friend doth hear his friends last cries Parteth his grief for him and dies Lives not enough to close his eyes The father at his death Speaks his son heir with an infectious breath In the same hour the son doth take His fathers will and his own make The servant needs not here be slain To serve his master in the other world again They languishing together lie Their souls away together flie The husband gasp'th and his wife lies by It must be her turn next to die The husband and the wife Too truly now are one and live one life That couple which the Gods did entertain Had made their prayer here in vain No fates in death could then divide They must without their priviledge together both have dy'd XXI There was no number now of death The sisters scarce stood still themselves to breath The sisters now quite wearied In cutting single thred Began at once to part whole looms One stroak did give whole houses dooms Now dy'd the frosty hairs The Aged and decrepid years They fell and onely beg'd of Fate Some few months more but 't was alas too late Then Death as if asham'd of that A Conquest so degenerate Cut off the young and lusty too The young were reck'ning ore What happy dayes what joyes they had in store But Fate e're they had finish'd their account them slew Thr wretched Usurer dyed And had no time to tell where he his treasures hid The Merchant did behold His Ships return with Spice and Gold He saw 't and turn'd aside his head Nor thank'd the Gods but fell amidst his riches dead XXII The Meetings and Assemblies cease no more The people throng about the Orator No course of Justice did appear No noise of Lawyers fill'd the ear The Senate cast away The Robe of Honour and obey Deaths more resistless sway Whilest that with Dictatorian power Doth all the great and lesser Officers devour No Magistrates did walk about No Purple aw'd the rout The common people too A Purple of their own did shew And all their Bodies o're The ruling colours bore No Judge no Legislators sit Since this new Draco came And harsher Laws did frame Laws that like his in blood are writ The Benches and the Pleading place they leave About the streets they run and rave The madness which Great Solon did of late But counterfeit For the advantage of the State Now his suceessors do too truly imitate XXIII Up starts the Souldier from his bed He though Deaths servant is not freed Death him cashier'd 'cause now his help she did not need He that ne're knew before to yield Or to give back or lead the Field Would fain now from himself have fled He snatch'd his sword now rusted o're Dreadful and sparkling now no more And thus in open streets did roar How have I death so ill deserv'd of thee That now thy self thou shouldst revenge on me Have I so many lives on thee bestow'd Have I the earth so often dy'd in blood Have I to flatter thee so many slain And must I now thy prey remain Let me at least if I must dye Meet in the Field some gallant enemy Send Gods the Persian troops again No they 're a base and a degenerate train They by our Women may be slain Give me great Heavens some manful foes Let me my death amidst some valiant Grecians choose Let me survive to die at Syracuse Where my dear Countrey shall her Glory lose For you Great Gods into my dying mind infuse What miseries what doom Must on my Athens shortly come My thoughts inspir'd presage Slaughters and Battels to the coming Age Oh! might I die upon that glorious stage Oh that but then he grasp'd his sword death concludes his rage XXIV Draw back draw back thy sword O Fate Lest thou repent when 't is too late Lest by thy making now so great a waste By spending all Man-kind upon one feast Thou sterve thy self at last What men wilt thou reserve in store Whom in the time to come thou mayst devour When thou shalt have destroyed all before But if thou wilt not yet give o're If yet thy greedie Stomach calls for more If more remain whom thou must kill And if thy jawes are craving still Carry thy fury to the Scythian coasts The Northern wildness and eternal frosts Against those barbrous crouds thy arrows whet Where Arts and Laws are strangers yet Where thou may'st kill and yet the loss will not be great There rage there spread and there infect the Air Murder whole towns and families there Thy worst against those Savage nations dare Those whom Man-kind can spare Those whom man-kind it self doth fear Amidst that dreadful night and fatal cold There thou may'st walk unseen and bold There let thy Flames their Empire hold Unto the farthest Seas and Natures ends Where never Summer Sun its beams extends Carry thy plagues thy pains thy heats Thy raging fires thy tortering sweats Where never ray