Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

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
A86259	His noble numbers, or, His pious pieces vvherein (amongst other things) he sings the birth of his Christ : and sighes for his Saviours suffering on the crosse.	Herrick, Robert, 1591-1674.	1647 (1647)	Wing H1597; Thomason E1090_1	26,374	82

A stock of Goods whereby he lives Neer to the wishes of his heart No man is blest through ev'ry part To his ever-loving God CAn I not come to Thee my God for these So very-many-meeting hindrances That slack my pace but yet not make me stay Who slowly goes rids in the end his way Cleere Thou my paths or shorten Thou my miles Remove the barrs or lift me o're the stiles Since rough the way is help me when I call And take me up or els prevent the fall I kenn my home and it affords some ease To see far off the smoaking Villages Fain would I rest yet covet not to die For feare of future-biting penurie No no my God Thou know'st my wishes be To leave this life not loving it but Thee Another THou bidst me come I cannot come for why Thou dwel'st aloft and I want wings to flie To mount my Soule she must have pineons given For 't is no easie way from Earth to Heaven To Death THou bidst me come away And I 'le no longer stay Then for to shed some teares For faults of former yeares And to repent some crimes Done in the present times And next to take a bit Of Bread and Wine with it To d'on my robes of love Fit for the place above To gird my loynes about With charity throughout And so to travaile hence With feet of innocence These done I 'le onely crie God mercy and so die Neutrality loathsome GOD will have all or none serve Him or fall Down before Baal Bel or Belial Either be hot or cold God doth despise Abhorre and spew out all Neutralities Welcome what comes WHatever comes let 's be content withall Among Gods Blessings there is no one small To his angrie God THrough all the night Thou dost me fright And hold'st mine eyes from sleeping And day by day My Cup can say My wine is mixt with weeping Thou dost my bread With ashes knead Each evening and each morrow Mine eye and eare Do see and heare The coming in of sorrow Thy scourge of steele Ay me I feele Upon me beating ever While my sick heart With dismall smart Is disacquainted never Long long I 'm sure This can't endure But in short time 't will please Thee My gentle God To burn the rod Or strike so as to ease me Patience or Comforts in Crosses ABundant plagues I late have had Yet none of these have made me sad For why my Saviour with the sense Of suffring gives me patience Eternitie 1 O Yeares and Age Farewell Behold I go Where I do know Infinitie to dwell 2 And these mine eyes shall see All times how they Are lost i' th' Sea Of vast Eternitie 3 Where never Moone shall sway The Starres but she And Night shall be Drown'd in one endlesse Day To his Saviour a Child a Present by a child GO prettie child and beare this Flower Unto thy little Saviour And tell Him by that Bud now blown He is the Rose of Sharon known When thou hast said so stick it there Upon his Bibb or Stomacher And tell Him for good handsell too That thou hast brought a Whistle new Made of a clean strait oaten reed To charme his cries at time of need Tell Him for Corall thou hast none But if thou hadst He sho'd have one But poore thou art and knowne to be Even as monilesse as He. Lastly if thou canst win a kisse From those mellifluous lips of his Then never take a second on To spoile the first impression The New-yeeres Gift LEt others look for Pearle and Gold Tissues or Tabbies manifold One onely lock of that sweet Hay Whereon the blessed Babie lay Or one poore Swadling-clout shall be The richest New-yeeres Gift to me To God IF any thing delight me for to print My Book 't is this that Thou my God art in 't God and the King HOw am I bound to Two God who doth give The mind the King the meanes whereby I live Gods mirth Mans mourning WHere God is merry there write down thy fears What He with laughter speaks heare thou with tears Honours are hindrances GIve me Honours what are these But the pleasing hindrances Stiles and stops and stayes that come In the way 'twixt me and home Cleer the walk and then shall I To my heaven lesse run then flie The Parasceve or Preparation TO a Love-Feast we both invited are The figur'd Damask or pure Diaper Over the golden Altar now is spread With Bread and Wine and Vessells furnished The sacred Towell and the holy Eure Are ready by to make the Guests all pure Let 's go my Alma yet e're we receive Fit fit it is we have our Parasceve Who to that sweet Bread unprepar'd doth come Better he starv'd then but to tast one crumme To God GOD gives not onely corne for need But likewise sup'rabundant seed Bread for our service bread for shew Meat for our meales and fragments too He gives not poorly taking some Between the finger and the thumb But for our glut and for our store Fine flowre prest down and running o're A will to be working ALthough we cannot turne the fervent fit Of sin we must strive ' gainst the streame of it And howsoe're we have the conquest mist 'T is for our glory that we did resist Christs part CHRIST He requires still wheresoere He comes To feed or lodge to have the best of Roomes Give Him the choice grant Him the nobler part Of all the House the best of all 's the Heart Riches and Poverty GOD co'd have made all rich or all men poore But why He did not let me tell wherefore Had all been rich where then had Patience been Had all been poore who had His Bounty seen Sobriety in Search TO seek of God more then we well can find Argues a strong distemper of the mind Almes GIve if thou canst an Almes if not afford Instead of that a sweet and gentle word God crowns our goodnesse when He sees On our part wanting all abilities To his Conscience CAn I not sin but thou wilt be My private Protonotarie Can I not wooe thee to passe by A short and sweet iniquity I 'le cast a mist and cloud upon My delicate transgression So utter dark as that no eye Shall see the hug'd impietie Gifts blind the wise and bribes do please And winde all other witnesses And wilt not thou with gold be ti'd To lay thy pen and ink aside That in the mirk and tonguelesse night Wanton I may and thou not write It will not be And therefore now For times to come I 'le make this Vow From aberrations to live free So I 'le not feare the Judge or thee To his Saviour LORD I confesse that Thou alone art able To purifie this my Augean stable Be the Seas water and the Land all Sope Yet if Thy Bloud not wash me there 's no hope To God GOD is all-sufferance here here He doth show No Arrow nockt onely a stringlesse Bow