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	sin_n	wage_n	7,907	5	11.1189	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A85054	A Funeral elegy in commemoration of the sadly deplored and much- lamented and unhappy death of that unfortunate knight, Sir John Johnston who was executed at Tyburn, the 23th day of December, 1690, for felloniously forcing away the Lady Wharton, an infant, &c.		1690 (1690)	Wing F2531A; ESTC R42506	871	1

MENENTO MORI A FUNERAL ELEGY IN COMMEMORATION Of the sadly Deplored and much-Lamented and Unhappy DEATH of that Unfortunate Knight Sir John Johnston Who was Executed at Tyburn the 23th day of December 1690. for Felloniously forcing away the Lady Wharton an Infant c. LICENSED according to Order SIth unto me Unworthy you commit This worthy Task for better Muses fit To Sing nay rather sadly to deplore This common Loss that nothing can restore You Sacred Brood born of Celestial Race You Virgin-Youths that poure down the Grace Of Arts and Learning on your Servant dear Vouchsafe Assistance to my Mourning here Teach me sad Accents and a weeping Measure To strain forth Pity not Revenge and Pleasure And you my Private Cares although the cause Of your Despairs does never never Pause Pause you a little and give ear a-while ' Midst publick Griefs my private to beguile Give leave I pray you for a private Case Unto a publick ever must give place Alas how fitly is this Life of ours Compar'd to Field Grass and to fading Flowers Fresh green and gallant in the Morning-Sun Wither'd and Dead before the Day be done Did ever yet the Worlds bright Eye behold Since first th' Eternal Earthly Slime enfoul'd A Frame of Flesh so Glorious here beneath But hath been ruin'd by the rage of Death Of Death dread Victor of all Earthly thing Who in a moment equals Clowns with Kings No Wealth can wage him nor no Wit prevent him No lovely Beauty can at all relent him Nay which is worse no Virtue can avail Ah me that Death on Virtue should prevail But 't is decreed Death is the Mead for Sin This by Ambition did our Grand-Sire win And We the Heirs both of his work and wages Must all Dye once throughout all after-Ages And Here for instance see this Sable Hearse Shrowding the Subject of my Mournful Verse What shalt thou see more far more living here This Heaven this Sun thou oft before hast seen And should'st thou live another Plato's Year This World would be the same that it hath been Death's end of Ills and onely Sanctuary Of him that cannot ' scape the Grudge and Gall Of a Potent and Mighty ADVERSARY It is a Point which Heaven appoints to all There 's Rest Eternal for thy Labours rise There 's for thy Bondage boundless Liberty There when Death endeth she begins thy Life And where's no more Time there is Eternity FINIS Printed for J. Millet at the Angel in Little-Brittain