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	time_n	year_n	9,015	5	4.8371	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A50938	Poems, &c. upon several occasions both English and Latin, &c. / composed at several times by Mr. John Milton ; with a small tractate of education to Mr. Hartlib.	Milton, John, 1608-1674.	1673 (1673)	Wing M2161A; ESTC R42174	88,645	298

who from her green lap throws The yellow Cowslip and the pale Primrose Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire Woods and Groves are of thy dressing Hill and Dale doth boast thy blessing Thus we salute thee with our early Song And welcom thee and wish thee long On Shakespear 1630. WHat needs my Shakespear for his honour'd Bones The labour of an age in piled Stones Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid Under a Star-ypointing Pyramid Dear son of memory great heir of Fame What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thy self a live-long Monument For whilst to th'shame of slow-endeavouring art Thy easie numbers flow and that each heart Hath from the le●res of thy unvalu'd Book Those Delphick lines with deep impression took Then thou our fancy of it self bereaving Dost make us Marble with too much conceaving And so Sepulcher'd in such pomp dost lie That Kings for such a Tomb would wish to die On the University Carrier who sickn'd in the time of his vacancy being forbid to go to London by reason of the Plague HEre lies old Hobson Death hath broke his girt And here alas hath laid him in the dirt Or else the ways being foul twenty to one He 's here stuck in a slough and overthrown 'T was such a shifter that if truth were known Death was half glad when he had got him down For he had any time this ten yeers full Dodg'd with him betwixt Cambridge and the Bull. And surely Death could never have prevail'd Had not his weekly course of carriage fail'd But lately finding him so long at home And thinking now his journeys end was 〈◊〉 And that he had tane up his latest 〈◊〉 In the kind office of a Chamberlin Shew'd him his room where he must lodge that night Pull'd off his Boots and took away the light If any ask for him it shall be fed Hobson has supt and 's newly gon to bed Another on the same HEre lieth one who did most truly prove That he could never die while he could move So hung his destiny never to rot While he might still jogg on and keep his trot Made of sphear-metal never to decay Untill his revolution was at stay Time numbers motion yet without a crime ' Gainst old truth motion number'd out his time And like an Engin mov'd with wheel and waight His principles being ceast he ended strait Rest that gives all men life gave him his death And too much breathing put him out of breath Nor were it contradiction to affirm Too long vacation hastned on his term Meerly to drive the ●ime away he sickn'd Fainted and died nor would with Ale be quickn'd Nay quoth he on his swooning bed out-stretch'd If I may not carry sure I 'le ne're be fetch'd But vow though the cross Doctors all stood hearers For one Carrier put down to make six bearers Ease was his chief disease and to judge right He di'd for heavinefs that his Cart went light His leasure told him that his time was com And lack of load made his life burdensom That even to his last breath ther be that say 't As he were prest to death he cry'd more waight But had his doings lasted as they were He had been an immortal Carrier Obedient to the Moon he spent his date In cours reciprocal and had his fate Linkt to the mutual flowing of the Seas Yet strange to think his wain was his increase His Letters are deliver'd all and gon Only remains this superscription L' Allegro HEnce loathed Melancholy Of Cerberus and blacke 〈…〉 ●●dnight born In Stygian Cave forlorn ' Mongst horrid shapes and shreiks and fights unholy Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-Raven sings There under Ebon shades and low-brow'd Rocks As ragged as thy Locks In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell But com thou Goddess fair and free In Heav'n ycleap'd Euphrosyne And by men heart-easing Mirth Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To Ivy-crowned Bacchus bore Or whether as som Sager sing The frolick Wind that breathes the Spring Zephir with Aurora playing As he met her once a Maying There on Beds of Violets blew And fresh-blown Roses washt in dew Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair So 〈…〉 som blith and debonair Haste thee 〈◊〉 and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles Nods and Becks and Wreathed Smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek And love to live in dimple sleek Sport that wrincled Care derides And Laughter holding both his sides Com and trip it as you go On the light fantastick toe And in thy right hand lead with thee The Mountain Nymph sweet Liberty And if I give thee honour due Mirth admit me of thy crue To live with her and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free To hear the Lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-towre in the skies Till the dappled dawn doth rise Then to com in spight of sorrow And at my window bid good morrow Through the weet-Briar or the Vine Or the twisted Eglantine While the Cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darknes thin And to the stack or the Barn dore Stoutly struts his Dames before Oft list'ning how the Hounds and Horn Chearly rouse the slumbring morn From the side of som Hoar Hill Through the high wood echoing shrill Som time walking not unseen By Hedge-row Elms on Hillocks green Right against the Eastern gate Where the great Sun begins his state Roab'd in flames and Amber light The clouds in thousand Liveries dight While the Plowman neer at hand Whistles ore the Furrow'd Land And the Milkmaid singeth blithe And the Mower whets his sithe And every Shepherd tells his tale Under the Hawthorn in the dale Streit mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the Lantskip round it measures Run 〈…〉 Lawns and Fallows Gray Where 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 flocks do stray Mountains on whose ●●rren brest The labouring clouds do often rest Meadows trim with Daisies pide Shallow Brooks and Rivers wide Towers and Battlements it sees Boosom'd high in tufted Trees Wher perhaps som beauty lies The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes Hard by a Cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged Okes Where Corydon and Thyrsis met Are at their savory dinner set Of Hearbs and other Country Messes Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses And then in haste her Bowre she leaves With Thestylis to bind the Sheaves Or if the earlier season lead To the tann'd Haycock in the Mead Some times with secure delight The up-land Hamlets will invite When the merry Bells ring round And the jocond rebecks sound To many a y 〈…〉 h and many a maid Dancing in the Chequer'd shade And young and old com forth to pla 〈…〉 On a Sunshine Holyday Till the live-long day-light fail Then to the Spicy Nut-brown Ale With stories