Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	eternal_a	great_a	life_n	7,353	5	4.5761	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A67600	The court convert: or, A sincere sorrow for sin, faithfully travers'd expressing the dignity of a true penitent. Drawn in little by one, whose manifold misfortunes abroad, have render'd him necessitated, to seek for shelter here; by dedicating himself and this small poem. By H.A. gent.	H. W. (Henry Waring)	1695 (1695)	Wing W856AA; ESTC R219546	6,727	45

Justice with the height Of base Ingratitude and Earth's Delight You did ev'n then O depth of Goodness deign My Heart of all innated Vice to drain Which first in being Yours was truly blest Till I vile Wretch my MASTER dispossest YOV were its Lord its Monarch and what more Vouchsaf'd t' espouse a thing so mean and poor To the expence of Your dear Blood and Breath Your purple Sweat and Tortures worse than Death So dear it cost YOV yet I bore away Tho you have once more made the Wretch your Prey Dear Lord I wander'd in the Paths of Vice And grop'd on blindfold to the Precipice ●nstead of loving YOV the only Good 〈◊〉 made each empty Vanity my God But O Excess of Mercy YOV repay With Grace and Gifts Your Slave 's black Treachery Whom the false World and falser Court deceiv'd Whom Sin and Satan wretchedly enslav'd What dismal Blindness did possess my Mind ●or silly short-liv'd Toys to have resign'd A blest Eternity and you dear Lord Who can a real heavenly Good afford Eyes on my Cheeks let trickling Tears run down Your guilty selves in your own Waters drown False Guides that led me to the Hunter's Snare When by my self left wholly to your Care Ah poor ambitious fond deluded Sight Thus on the sorry Creature to delight Your Fellow-Slave a Bit of Earth a Dream E'en a poor wretched Nothing to esteem For what avails a Mitre or a Crown Or all that here a Man can call his own Those whom our fawning Flatterers call Great Whom baser Mankind prostrate at their Feet In the Divine Eternal Glass appear As little as the meanest Mortal here When th' Eye in Darkness sets and Life's warm Fire With th' Ice of Death in Sorrow doth expire What matters Gold by some Men so ador'd What Pleasure will a starry Crown afford This Garb ill fits a pale and lifeless Head And that bright Metal shines not to the Dead Corruption then will not forbear its Prey For fear of dead and helpless Majesty Nor will that Lustre which amaz'd poor Man Dazle the Legions of bold Vermin then Alas There 's no Distinction in the Grave Between the greatest King and meanest Slave All Flesh is there unto one Change design'd And leaves all worldly Goods and Fame behind But different Fates the righteous Souls attend From theirs that here do make a wicked End Those of the Good to Heaven's Great King repair The unknown Pleasures of his Court to share ●n Peace and glorious Triumph to enjoy The Fruit of their laborious Victory But those who lodg'd in Bodies did defy With unrepented Crimes the Deity Condemn'd to Chains and hopeless of Relief Die to all Bliss but ever live to Grief It is a doleful Scene to see base Man Provoke his patient MAKER all he can Shun Happiness so easy to be won And take a world of Pains to be undone Even employ his whole Life-long to buy A wretched Right to endless Misery Thus he who studies to indulge his Earth And quite neglects the Meaning of his Birth Into the gaping Jaws of Satan runs And the inviting Arms of JESUS shuns Those Arms that stand still open to receive All weary Prodigals that Sin do leave Arms full of Love and Pity which display Even to Foes and Traitors Sanctuary ●or those he left his Father's bright Abode Made Son of Man to make Man Son of GOD. To cure their Wounds He Life's Elixir bled And dy'd a Death to raise them from the Dead Dear JESUS who with such a charming Art ●ath soften'd and reduc'd Man's sinful Heart Did likewise on the Day the Church renews The Annual Obsequies of her dead Spouse ●rom worldly Vice her Votary set free ●nd from the Court an● World deliver'd me ●o from my self thus freed didst after deign ●o bind me with your Love 's enlarging Chain ●or such your Favours shew me but the way ●ood Lord my due Acknowledgment must pay ●OU had the Goodness for my sake to dye Which I for YOU will do most willingly And since my Life cannot suffice to pay For the least Breath of that You gave away I wish the Lives of all the World were mine That all for Your dear sake I might resign But a rent Heart since You will not despise And a bruis'd Reed to You in Sacrifice My Prayers I humbly offer and adore The GOD that doth accept a Gift so poor I love You Lord as bed-rid Men love Health Close Prisoners Freedom or starv'd Beggars Wealth My Soul thirsts after Thee pure Spring of Good As the chac'd Deer after a cooling Flood Nor do I love You for your HEAVEN no For Your blest sake all Comfort I 'll forego The sharpest Pain from thence will easy be And nought but HELL can be a Grief to me FINIS