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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	die_v	live_v	love_n	7,144	5	5.6400	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A33950	An elegie upon the death of the most incomparable Mrs. Katharine Philips, the glory of her sex	J. C.	1664 (1664)	Wing C53; ESTC R34779	1,602	1

AN ELEGIE Upon the Death of the most Incomparable M rs KATHARINE PHILIPS The Glory of Her SEX BUT stay refined Soul oh Why so fast Stop her you Clouds the Worl'd 's in no such haste To be undone 'T is hardly break of day And will She set so soon so soon away You bright Intelligences doth she stay To hear your rowling Musique by the Way Set to her charming numbers Wherein she Distill'd the Quintessence of Poesie Or doth she bayte at the Chrystalline Skye We 'l on the Wings of adoration flye And follow her and leave this gloomy shade Which doth our sad Horizon thus invade Now She hath snatch'd with her all Vertue 's light And left the World invol'vd in endlesse Night She who in Tragique buskins drest the Stage Taught Honour Love and Friendship to this Age Is gone to act her Part in bright attire With Scenes of Glory in th' Angelique Quire She Taught the World the sweet and peaceful Arts Of blending Souls and of compounding hearts Without th' ingredients of reserv'd intents Hypocritics and windy complements She taught a Way and that a glorious one Not how to gain but be above a Throne Self-conquest is more glory than to ride In Roman Triumphs with Aemilian Pride Her inward Pomp through her Fleshy Shrowd Did like the Sun oft glitter thorough a Cloud Her Vertues were in Conversation drawn And shew like Arras through transparent Laun. But ah her Friend that in her Bosom came Lay wrapt in Spices in a purer Flame Than that the Phaenix dyes in Now she 's gone Here Plato here 's thy wish't for Vision When she put off her Clay thou might'st have seen Vertue undrest just like a Naked Queen Thou would'st not then contemplate any more Thy Dusky vain Idea nor would'st pore On such fictitious Bliss but here should'st ply The summe of thy Divine Philosophy But is she gone said I It cannot be She who espous'd all Immortality But read her Lines you 'd think that such a Soul Could her Imperious Destiny controul That so Sublime so brave a Mind could soon Vault o're that Fate that rules below the Moon Ah! t' must not be Death vizards Humane Glory And writes a period to the finest Story This Prodigie of Nature now is gone And left Us wrapt in Admiration That she could dye as we 're before to see That such Perfection in her Sex could be As for her Name let that b' inshrin'd above In some Bright Temple of Caelestial Love Whither our Winged Thoughts may often stray As Soaring Pilgrims Adoration pay And whilest her Sparkling Soul is Orb'd in Light And reads her old Ideas in more bright And fair Impressions in th' Aetherial Mind Than those brief Copies that she left behind We will commit her ever Sacred Dust Not to the Marble's but Apollo's Trust. And Poets Ghosts shall from Elizium come To hear Bright Angels warble in her Tomb Her high-born Songs which hence shall Envy fan And Soaring Fame shall be her Guardian Instead of Tapers where shall ever burn Th'inflamed Hearts of Lovers in her Urn. And since our short-wing'd Pray'rs are come too late And she must bow to th' Tyranny of Fate Her Noble Thoughts that fixt on bravest Theams Shall vapour forth in Sublimated Streams Of Honour Which Heroique Breasts shall draw Whose Swords and Pens must give the World a Law Her Sacred Dust calcin'd by Time shall be The Richest Filings of high Poesie And from her Brain and Muses Tears shall spring Posies for each chast Lovers Wedding Ring Her all disperst at last shall meet in one And shine a Glorious Constellation By J. C. Her EPITAPH A Sparkling Angel was of late Toying with the Bands of Fate He left the Quire and came below And strove to walk Incognito To write and live like us he try'd But when he saw that he was spy'd He made the World believe he dy'd And hid himself behind this Tomb Which is Death's shady Dining-Room Another ALL that the World could boast of here is found Under this Tomb so Mines run under Ground Love Honour Friendship and Sublimest Wit Are here leapt off the Stage into the Pit Fine Shews and Scenes they are but vanish all When from Dark Clouds Fate lets a Curtain fall The Play is ended and the Musique's done The Curtain 's here let fall and she is gone Let 's often think of Death which thus we see Can cloze up Natures rarest Harmony Let 's strive the Great spectator most to please And Angels then will give Us Plaudite's