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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	earth_n	heaven_n	life_n	8,760	5	4.3162	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A34340	The Consecration of Marcellus an ode in memory of the illustrious prince William, Duke of Gloucester.		1700 (1700)	Wing C5900A; ESTC R27912	10,074	24

they Led and how they Fought Not Caesar's timely Care Nor the Mother's softer Fear Could the Stubborn Youth restrain Both persuade and both in vain Still he wish't still urg'd to go Till Tears at last began to flow Tears that Confess'd the Child but Words the Man Admiring Crowds the happy Omen blest And quickning Joy transfixt the Mother's Breast Happy the Age which the kind Fates ordain To See the Perfect Heroe and Enjoy the Man With such Beauty and such Force The Youth his Destin'd Race begain And started to the Noble Course And open'd with such Lighting 〈◊〉 Dawn What then shall his Meridian Lust to be Blest World that shall those Glori 〈…〉 When in Accomplish'd splendor Bright He shall with Measur'd 〈◊〉 And Rising to his middle Sphere Lavish in Reaching Rays Dispence A strong Enliv'ning Influence And to the Prostrate Earth divide Impartial Light Compar'd with This how Fading and how Dim Does Young Caesareo's Glory seem Caesareo only Royal in his Name Rival in Empire and in Fame Who far remov'd from Dreaded Harms And wantoning in Egypt's Court Dissolves in Luxury and sport And Lolls away his Lazy Youth in Cleopatra's Arms. Fain would I with Ambitious Pace A new extended Scheme of Future Glory Trace But Oh! a warning Fear forbids my Hast And tells me that thou shin'st too bright to last I' st a Mistake Forgive the Sawcy Fear And will the Fates thy Virtues spare But they alass to all beneath Impartially Distribute Common Death And with Rude Ungovern'd Rage They Crop the Tender Flow'r and Gather Ripen'd Age Heedless of Blooming Youth and Budding Prime They reckon Life by Action not by Time It must be so and see ●'er all the Plain Where thy first Little Life and Growing Acts were seen Scarce yet Prolong'd to Half AUGUSTUS Reign Hover's a Gloomy Scowling Night And cast's an Envious shade between The Darkness closes the Enlarging Sight And break 's abruptly the Unfinish'd Scene Ye Gods or Fates or whatsoe'er ye be Who manage Life and Guide Mortality Instruct me in the Grand Dark Mystery of Death And if by any by what Rules we breath Do you at ev'ry Birth Settle a Destin'd Day That shall recal the Moving Form to Earth And to its Native Home reduce the Living Clay Why did you then with so much Art Such Beauties to one Perfect P●ice 〈◊〉 Gave him a Finish'd Form and Brighter Mind Then to the Gazing Earth below Did the Charming Image show And from Admiring Men Snatch'd it back to Heaven agen To mock the wishing World and Tempt Mankind And is it thus ye Govern all beneath Decreeing certain Laws of necessary Death Or is it left to Jove's unbounded Pow'r To fix the Fated Hour To Close or stretch the Span And measure out unequal Life to Man Cruel God! that seldom Grants Some Noble Valu'd Birth But he straight to Heaven Transplants The Lovely Flower from Earth Tell us Envious Deity What we Mortals owe to Thee And can'st thou still our Vows and Gifts require New Altars Rich Perfumes Eternal Fire Down the Sacred Structures Down All that do his Godhead own Burn his Shrines his Temples Plunder Break the Marble Forms in sunder Snap the Spear and Drop the Thunder Cease hallow'd Flames and sacred Smoke And Priests that do his Name Invoke Only for Caesar's sake the Capitol we spare And give him Leave still to Inhabit there But let his other Statues fall As MARCELLUS low This Revenge to him we owe Thus thus w' attone The lovely Youth that 's gone The fairest Form of all His only Image that was left below Ye Gods But ye are Cruel too as Jove Nor hear our Prayers Nor mind our Tears But mingled with the Universal Joy Fly to receive the Lovely Boy Just now arriv'd above Go go to the Pomp and attend on the State 'T is Noble 't is worthy of Heaven and Great Now now the Heav'nly Quire Their Voices and their vocal Strings prepare All as MARCELLUS young and all almost as Fair Now with loose Hands their bended Quills they sling Now gently touch the Golden Lyre And tast the speaking String Upward flies the weaken'd Sound And spreads diffusive Harmony around Melting and wild were their Measures Soft was the Lay Soft and gay Soft as their Love and Gay as their Pleasures Now with easie bareless Skill They drag the lazy Quill And lengthen out the solemn Voice The charm'd the ravisht Ear Does at leisure hear And all the staying Sound enjoys So stately the majestick Notes arise And seem to meditate their stay But forc'd they Dying swim away And break upon the vaulted Skies Now they shift and change their Art From a languishing Ear and a softness they start New Life and new Motion to their Strings they impart How warbling the Notes how they gather apace How they join how they mix and each other they chace How willingly driven Impatient of stay They take Wing and away And crowd and press upward to Heaven Such is the Song and so Divine When Art and Joy in the Composure join To charm the Prince and his Arrival Gre● And give him Tast of future Bliss Deserv'd an Harmony like this Brisk as the motion of those Spheres and as their Musick sweet To what a lofty pitch Must Rome's extended Glory reach● Had but consenting Fates agreed To lengthen out MARCELLUS days And suffer'd him in Caesar's Praise And in his Empire to Succeed Nor was the Youth unworthy of a Crown His Virtues try'd his Valour seen Second in both to none And only next to Him who is the First of Men Expecting Nations look't in vain And hop'd the promis'd Blessings of his Reign With this they Recompenc'd their Dangers past Were told that Camps and Arms no more should last For this their finisht Toils and Wars And all their Labours they forgot Pharsalia's Plains where vanquisht Pompey fled And fixt the doubtful Sway and lost his Head Then Actium's fresher Scars When in the Common Cause Of God's despis'd and injur'd Laws Consenting Subjects fought And those yet bleeding Wounds from warlike Gallia brought The last too warring Age In its declining State O're-charg'd with Blood and Rage Was with too much 〈◊〉 or Great Battles gain'd and Honours won Compar'd with Publick Good Did but unequally attone For Treasures drain'd and vast Expence of Blood To Discontent a Publick Crime Complaining Nations fell And loaded Prayers 〈◊〉 old TIME Enough to stop his 〈◊〉 Wheel By their Great Common Darling Virtue Change They urg'd and press'd the God And told him that new Years he ow'd That Mars had sway'd too long and should no farther Range The God intreated did at last relent The Iron Image shook with awful Nod The solemn Sign of full Assent He shook the Mystick Glass And forc'd the Running Atoms mend their 〈◊〉 And as they swiftly flow'd The Bloody Years were spent But when old Cronos cast his Eye Upon the Charming Age behind What Warmth what Life what Ecstasy Rap't and