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	live_v	world_n	10,735	5	4.9718	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A39128	An elegy on the death of the plot		1681 (1681)	Wing E400; ESTC R25575	877	2

AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF THE PLOT ALas what thing can hope Death's Hand to ' scape When Mother-Plot her self is brought to Crape The teeming Matron at the last is dead But of a numerous Spawn first brought to Bed The little Shamms Abortives without Legs She laid and hatch'd as fast as Hens do Eggs. But they no sooner peep'd into the Light Than they kick'd up and bid the World good night The Bantlings died always in their Cradle And th' Eggs tho' kept in Meal-Tubs still prov'd addle She liv'd to see her Issue go before her And some made Tyburn-Saints who did adore her But what is strange and not to be forgot The Plotters liv'd to see the Death of Plot And O if now he will his Credit save Must raise thee up like Lazarus from the Grave Men who their Sences have do more than think Thee dead when it is plain thou now do'st stink Well fare thee Dead for living thou mad'st work For Heathen Jew for Christian and for Turk For Honest Men and Knaves for Wise and Fool And eke for many a witless scribling Tool Who now sit mute pick Teeth and scratch the Head Now th' Idol-Mother-Plot of Plots is dead But loath these are to believe News so sad And swear they think that all the World are mad But blame them not for being so much vext To lose the Uses of a gainful Text. These swear she 's in an Epileptick Fit And P will bring her out of it Let them think on and their dear selves deceive When I shall see her rise I will believe And not before In the mean time from me Accept for her this slender Elegy I do confess she does deserve the Rhimes Of all the ready Writers of the Times But with wet Eyes they do in silence mourn As if they 'd drown the Ashes in her Urn. But here she lies whom none alive could paint Old Mother Plot the Devil and the Saint A Popish-Protestant Hermophradite An hidden piece that none could bring to Light A Mother and a Monster rare who had A numerous Issue and without a Dad A very strange and an unnatural Elf Who hatch'd brought forth and then eat up her self Who 's dead and stinks yet whole and will not rot Was is not now yet ne'r shall be forgot An uncouth Mystery of a Medley Fame A Plot a Mother-Plot without a Name LONDON Printed for E. P. in the Year 1681.