Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	edward_n	king_n	richard_n	4,511	5	9.3432	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A54745	The mysteries of love & eloquence, or, The arts of wooing and complementing as they are manag'd in the Spring Garden, Hide Park, the New Exchange, and other eminent places : a work in which is drawn to the life the deportments of the most accomplisht persons, the mode of their courtly entertainments, treatments of their ladies at balls, their accustom'd sports, drolls and fancies, the witchcrafts of their perswasive language in their approaches, or other more secret dispatches ...	Phillips, Edward, 1630-1696?	1685 (1685)	Wing P2067; ESTC R25584	236,029	441

laughter and he speaks truth free from slaughter He 's the grace of every feast And sometimes is the chiefest guest Hath his Trencher and his Stool When Wit waits upon the Fool. O! who would not be Hee Hee Hee The Impolitick Beauty CLoris I wish that envy were As just as pity doth appear Unto thy state whereby I might Rob others to give thee more delight But your too free though lovely charms In others glory breeds your harms But since you so admit So many rivals to your wit Unthriftily you throw away The pleasures of your beauties sway Which loosely scatter'd so on many Securely fastens not on any And then your beauty doth discover Many that gaze but ne're a Lover And your so greedy hands destroy What you would your self enjoy So Princes by Ambition thirsty grown In chase of many Kingdoms lose their own YOU must suppose it to be Easter Holy-days for now Sisly and Dol Kate and Peggie Moll and Nan are marching to Westminster with a Lease of Apprentices before them who go rowing themselves along with their 〈…〉 t Arms to make more haste and now and then with a gre 〈…〉 ●uckender wipe away the dripping that bastes their 〈◊〉 At the door they meet a croud of Wappin● Sea 〈…〉 Southwark Broom-men the Inhabitants of the Bank-side and 〈…〉 utcher or two prickt in among them there a while they 〈…〉 nd gaping for the Master of the Shew staring upon the Sub 〈…〉 s of their delight just as they view the painted Cloth before they go in to the Puppet-play by and by they hear the Keys which rejoyces their hearts like the sound of the Pancake-bell for now the Man of comfort peeps over the spikes and beholding such a learned auditory opens the Gates of Paradise and by that time they are half got into the first Chappel for time is then very precious he lifts up his voice among the Tombs and begins his lurry in manner and form following HEre lies Will. de Valence a right good Earl of Pembroke And this is his monument which you see I 'le swear upon a Book He was High Marshal of England when Harry the Third did raign But this you may take upon my word that he 'l ne're be so again Here the Lord Edward Talbot lies the Town of Shrewsbury's Earle Together with his Countess fair that was a delicate Girle The next to him there lieth one Sir Richard Peckshall hight Of whom we always first do say he was a Hampshire Knight And now to tell the more of him there lies under this stone His two Wives and his Daughters four of whom I knew not one Sir Bernard Brockhurst there doth ●le Lord Chamberlain to Queen An● Queen Ann was Richard the Second's Queen and he was King of Englan Sir Francis Hollis the Lady Frances the same was Suffolks Dutchess Two children of Edward the Third lie here in Deaths cold clutches This is King Edward the Third's brother of whom our Records tell Nothing of note nor say they whether he be in Heaven or Hell This same was John of Eldeston he was no Costermonger But Cornwals Earl And here 's one dy'd 'cause she could live no longer The Lady Mohum Dutches of York and Duke of York's Wife also But Death resolving to cuckold the Duke made her lie with him here below The Lady Ann Ross but note thee well that she in child-bed dy'd The Lady Marquess of Winchester lies buried by her side Now think your penny well spent good folks and that ye are not beguil'd Within this Cup doth lie the heart of a French Embassadours Child Nor can I tell how came to pass on purpose or by chance The bowels they lie underneath the body is in France There 's Oxford's Countess and there also the Lady Burley her Mother And there her Daughter a Countess too lie close one by another These once were bonny Dames and though there were no Coaches then Yet could they jog their tails themselves or had them jogg'd by men But wo is me these High-born sinners that strutted once so stoutly Are now laid low and cause they can't Their statues pray devoutly This is the Dutchess of Somerset by name the Lady Ann Edward the Sixth her Lord protected and he carried himself like a man In this fair Monument which you see adorn'd with so many Pillars Doth lie the Countess of Buckingham and her Husband Sir George Villars This old Sir George was Grandfather the Countess she was Granny To the great Duke of Buckingham who often fox'd King Jamny Sir Robert Eatam a Scotch Knight this man was Secretary And scribled Complements for two Queens Queen Ann and eke Queen Mary This was the Countess of Lenox I clep'd the Lady Marget King Jame's Grandmother but yet 'gainst death she had no Target This was Queen Mary Queen of Scots whom Buchanan doth bespatter She lost her head at Fothringham whatever was the matter The Mother of our Seventh Henry this is that lieth hard by She was the Countess wot ye well of Richmond and of Darby Harry the Seventh himself lies here with his fair Queen beside him He was the Founder of this Chappel Oh! may no ill betide him Therefore his Monument's in brass you 'l say that very much is The Duke of Richmond and Lenox there lieth with his Dutchess And here they stand upright in a Press with bodies made of wax With a Globe and a Wand in either hand and their Robes upon their backs Here lies the Duke of Buckingham and the Dutchess his Wife Whom Felton stab'd at Portsmouth Town and so he lost his life Two Children of King James these are which Death keeps very chary Sophia in the Cradle lies and this is the Lady Mary And this is Queen Elizabeth How the Spaniards did infest her Here she lies buried with Queen Mary and now she agrees with her Sister To another Chappel now come we the people follow and chat This is the Lady Cottington and the people cry Who 's that This is the Lady Frances Sidney The Countess of Sussex is she And this the Lord Dudley Carleton is and then they look up and see Sir Thomas Bromley lieth here Death would not him reprieve With his four Sons and Daughters four yet I heard no body grieve The next is Sir John Tullerton and this is his Lady I trow And this is Sir John Duckering with his fine Bed-fellow That 's Earl of Bridgewater in the middle who makes no use of his bladder Although his Countess lies so near him and so we go up a ladder King Edward the First that gallant blade lies underneath this stone And this is the Chair which he did bring a good while ago from Scone In this same Chair till now of late our Kings and Queens were crown'd Under this Chair another stone doth lie upon the ground On that same stone did Jacob sleep instead of a doun Pillow And after that 't was hither brought by some good