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	life_n	soul_n	14,602	5	5.1897	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A01048	Fames memoriall, or The Earle of Deuonshire deceased with his honourable life, peacefull end, and solemne funerall.	Ford, John, 1586-ca. 1640.	1606 (1606)	STC 11158; ESTC S105633	18,086	57

our eyes He was a peere of best approued guise He was the best the most most best of all Heauen 's pride earths ioy we may him iustly call Heauens pride for heauen into him infus'd The quintessence of ripe perfection No guift on him bestow'd he hath abus'd But betterd by his better lifes direction Keping contempt of virtue in subiection A penitentiall contrite votary To sanctimonious taintlesse purity Earth's ioy for in the earth he liu'd renown'd By all the excellency of natures art With all the boast and pith of honor crown'd That royalty to merit could impart The wreathe of ioyes was set beneath his hart The light of worth's delight the Pharaos tower Which was refulgent by his Lordly power Thus in the iollity of humane pleasure Aduaunc't to steps of state and high degree Beloued and ador'd in equall measure Of greatest and the meanest fates decree Bent power against his power for aye me Fye on that for whiles he in glory stood Of worldly pompe cold droop't his noble blood O what Heraclitus would spare his eyes To show'r teares in showers and distill The liquid of a greeu'd hearts sacrifice Which will consume it selfe what dolefull knell Of pearcing grones will sigh the worst of ill The worst of ill the worst of cruell fate Could spit euen in the bitternesse of hate All yee who hitherto haue read his story Iust Panegyrickes of Heroyque deedes Prepare your eyes to weep your harts to sory The wracke of darknesse which from death proceedes The murther of delight which murther breedes Loe heere an alteration briefly chaung'd Now all but ioy now from all ioy estrang'd ô Coward times why doe you keepe your dayes ô Orbes of heauen why doe you runne your course ô seas why doe not floods your waues vprayse And ne're reflow agayne with moderate sourse ô Sun why dost not quench thy beames hot force ô why doe all things certaine setled tarye Saue men's short liues who still vnconstant vary Instance vnpartiall death deafe sorrow's subiect Pleasures abater fickle youth's dispiser Headstrong in malice in affected obiect To euery sence the subtile slye inticer To guilded hopes the heauen's wil 's reuisor Instance his triumph instance his sure dart Which misseth none hits home still to the hart Now had the season enterteyn'd the spring And giu'n a welcome to the dayes of mirth When sweet harmonious birds began to sing With pleasant roundelayes which grac'd the earth By long expectance of the blossomes birth When at the dawne of Floraes trimmed pride Ere shee persum'd the ayr greate Deuonshiere died He dy'de a sullyde word a wore of ruth For euer be it stamp't in misery Feareful vnto the old hated of youth Markt with the fingar of calamity Blotted from light of day nights Herauldry He dy'de briefe accents but enduring woe The letters for whole dates of griefes may goe Torment of mischiefe how thou grat'st my breast Mischiefe of torment how thou rackst my soule Vnhappy cares how is your heart distrest Wretched vnhappinesse which dost controwle The blisse of comfort and alike enroule Sad fortune in the dust break life asunder Death is lifes miracle scorns thanklesse wonder Wonder ô wonder of short breathed error A relique consecrated to defame A curb vnto the wise to fools a terror A terror of contempt feare hate and shame A black obliuionizing of worths name A razer out of memory the merit Of many noble peers and peerlesse spirit Who dy'd not he whose mungrell baser thought Was steeped in the puddle of seruility Not he who daies of easie softnesse sought But threats of horror fitting his nobility To coronize high-soar'd gentility Who di'd a man nay more a perfect saint Leauing the world in tears of sad complaint Life ah no life but soone extinguisht tapers Tapers no tapers but a burnt outlight Light ah no light but exhalutions vapors Vapours no vapoures but il-blinded sight Sight ah no sight but hel's eternall night A night no might but picture of an elfe Ah elfe no elfe but very death it selfe Then life is death and death the farthest goale Of transitory frailty to conclude The freedom of the while-imprisond soule And stop the streames of heat by death subdu'd To wan and chilly cold fates hand is rude None fauouring the limit of an howr But doth all sort of states alike deuour Deuour thou them and surfet on the baite Of thine insatiate rapine exercise The vtmost of thy vengeaunce nor delay it Let meagre gluttony yet tyrannise To vse extreames thy power we despise Kill whom thou darst since Deuonshire did depart We scorn the malice of thine enuious dart Sleep still in rest honor thy bones enshrine Victorious lord sweet peace attend thy graue Mount thy best part with angels wings diuine About the throne of Ioue in quires to craue By madrigalls the ioyes that thou wouldst haue So euer shall while dates of times remaine The heauens thy soule the earth thy fame containe If to be learned in the Arts of skill If to be bewtifi'de with choyce of nature If to be guiltlesse from the soyle of ill Saue soyle of sclaunder if the perfect feature Consist in being heauen's quaintest architecture Then euer shall while dates of times remayne The heauens thy soule the earth thy fame contayne If to be fear'd and lou'd be humane glory If to be dow'd with plenty of desert If to be chronicled in honours story If youth which graue discretion did conuert It selfe in commendation may insert Then euer shall while dates of times remaine The heauens thy soule the earth thy fame containe If wisedom stand in checking rasher follie If virtue do depend on perfect zeale He in the one was wise in th' other holy If to reguard the prosperous common weale Be shewes of commendation to reueale Then euer shall while dates of times remaine The heauens thy soule the earth thy fame containe If to be virtuous zealous valiant wise Learned respectiue of his countries good Vpright in case of conscience precise Iust bounteous pitifull noble by blood Be to deserue the name of liuely-hood Then euer shall while dates of times remaine The heauens thy soule the earth thy fame contayne For thou wast all of these too high for earth Therefore more fit for heauen where thou rainest The angells ioy'd thy soules delightfull mirth And therefore fetcht thee hence whereby thou gainest The fruit of paradize where thou remainest And euer shalt remaine from vs bereauen Great as thou wast on earth more great in heauen But ô giue leaue ere I forbeare my pen Thy worth in what I may t'exemplifie And set thee as a president to men The due of thy desert to amplifie And thy humanity to deifie Of thy much merit to cast vp the summe Thus be thy epitaph and here thy tombe His Tombe The Epitaph The course of time hath finisht now his breath whom brunt of war could neuer force to death whose thirst of worth the world could not suffice within a

bredth of earth contented lyes betwixt the gods and men doubly deuided His soule with them his fame with vs abided In this his life and death was counteruaild He iustly liu'd belou'd he dy'd bewaild Aud so his happy memorie Shall last to all posterity Day weareth day howre consumes howr Years years and age doth age deuour The man who now beholds the sun Ere it decline his life is done So by this great Lord doth appeare Whose honoured bonesly buried here Whose bones though they interred lye His glorious name will neuer dye But liue in praise To after daies Here lies he dead who liuing liu'd in Fame Consumd in body fresh reuiu'd in name His worthy deeds exceeded tearme of date Alike his praise will neuer stoope to fate For who is he that can suppose That stones great Deuonshire could enclose Whose noble acts renowned were Whiles as he liued euery where England reioyced in his valours due VVhich Ireland felt and feeling did it rue but now by destiny heere sleeps he dead Whiles as his glory through the world is spred Vrging the greate in emulation Of his true honours commendation No one exceeds in all yet amongst many Yea amongst all he could do more then any Though more then mortall virtue grac'd his mind He was vnto a mortall end confin'd and forc'd to yeeld vnto deaths force who in his shaft hath no remorse Princes beggars great and small he spareth none he killeth all So did he rob high Deuonshire of his breath whose worth in spight of death will out liue death aduantage such his merit doth retaine He in his name will liue renewd againe And so though death his life depriue His life in death will new reuiue By cruell dint of death's respectlesse dart Greate Deuonshires soule did from his bodye parte And left his carkasse in this earthly slime whiles his fames essence to the skies did clime Roauing abroade to fill the latter dayes With woonder of his IVST deserued prayse So that eache AGE will in the time to come Admire his worthinesse and mourne his TOMBE Which they shall euer count a shrine Of some deceased saint diuine Lo here I reste who liuing was adored with all the honour Loue could haue implored what earthly pomp might beautify my name In pryde of glorie I enioyde the same A Champion euer readye to defende her A Senatoure preste alwayes to commend her Though with my harts delight my life is grac't Yet I in peace of death was crost at last And now entombed here I lie A mirror in eternity O what so ere thou be that passest by Looke on this hearse and weepe thy eye-lids dry The monument of worth the angells pleasure which hordeth glories ritch inualued treasure The reliques of a saint an earthly creature Clad in the perfect mould of angell feature who liues euen after life now being dead welcome to heauen in earth canonized The shoutes of fame Echoe his name In blessed peace and soule-vnited rest Here sleeps the carkasse of a peer most blest VVhose downfall all the plots of cursed fight Could not procure or terrifie his might but euermore he tam'd the pride of folly and castigated drifts of slaues vnholy Yet death at last with force of vigor grim VVhen he had conquered many conquered him and here amongst the quiet numbers Of happy soules he sweetly slumbers The boast of Brittaine and the life of state The pith of valour noblenesse innate Foes scourge friends hopes sustainer of the poore whom most men did imbrace all men adore Fautor of learning quintessence of arts Honours true liuelihood monarch of harts The sacred of spring of a virtuous womb Lyes here enshrined in this hallowed Tombe From out whose Phoenix dust ariseth Renowne which earths whole globe inticeth Loe heer nine tombes on euery tombe engrau'd Nine Epitaphs shewing that worthyes nine For each peculiar on a Toomb hath crau'd That their deserts who while the liu'd did shine Might now be monumented in their shrine Yet all those nine no glory hence haue gain'd For Deuonshire in himselfe all nine contain'd The nine poore figures of a following substance Did but present an after ages mirrour Who should more fame then they deseru'd aduance And manifest the truth of that times error Including Deuonshiere earth's admired terrour For all the Poets who haue sung of them Haue but in mistery adored him O now droppe eye-balls into sinck of mudd Be harsh the tunes of my vnfeathered muse Sorrow suck vpp my griefes consume the blud Of my youths mirth let meager death infuse The soule of sadnesse to vntimely newes Dead is the hight of glory dead is all The pride of earth which was angelicall Ah that the goddesse whome in heart I serue Though neuer mine bright Lycia the cruell The cruell-subtile would the name deserue Of lesser wise and not abuse the Iewell Of witt which adds vnto my flame more fuell Hir thoughts to elder merits are confin'd Not to the solace of my yonger mind Bee 't so yet on the theame of this I le spend The residue of plaintes and euer mourne The losse of this greate lord till trauayles send More comfort to my wretched hart forlorne Who since at home disgrac'd abroade is borne To sigh the remnant of my wearied breath In lamentation of his haplesse death Sheath vp the sword of war for Mars is dead Scale vp the smoothed lippes of Eloquence For flowing Mercury is buried Droope wisedome Numas graue intelli gence Is vanisht Affrican's stout eminence In Deuonshire lyes obscur'd for he alone Exceeded all they all dide in him one Charles the greate is dead who farre excelled Charles whome former times did call the great Charles who whilome whils on earth he dweled Adorn'd the exaltation of his seat By the alarum of deaths grim retreate Is mustered to the camp from whence he came Cherub's and Seraphims of datelesse fame O that a man should euer be created To eternize his glory heere on earth Yet haue his pompe of glory soone abated Euen at the present issue of his birth And loose the Trophey of that instant mirth Heere is the guerdon'd meede of victory No sooner to atchieue assoone to dy Is death the rewarde of a glorious deede Is death the fee of valour is desert Repayd with death shall honours gayne Proceed By losse of life ô then a cowards heart Of earthly comfort hath the better part Then better liue in peace and liue then trye The brunt of conquest and reguardlesse dye Dye thoughtes of such disgrace dye thirst of state Dye thoughts of empty ayr'd ambition Dye thoughtes of soring maiestyes elare Dye inclination to conscript condition Dye pride of Empyre sou'raignetyes commission All that in soule of life may bee estem'd Oh dye fatte cannot be with bribes redeem'd Dye portly hunger of eternity Dye hott desires of vnbounded pleasure Dye greediness of false prosperity Dye giddie solace of ill suted leisure Dye hopes of hoorded canker-eaten treasure Ambition Empire glory hopes and ioy For euer dye for death will all destroye For death will all destroy as he hath donn In seising to his strong remorslesse gripe All triumphs Noble Deuonshiere euer wonn Plucking the blossomes of his youth vnripe And make them yeeld vnto his thanklesse gripe But ahwhy should we task his dart uneuen Who took from earth what was more fit for heauē He was more fitte for heauen then to suruiue Amongst the chaffe of this vn season'd age Where new fantastick ioyes doe seek to thriue By following sensuall toyes of follyes rage Making the glosse of vice true vertues badge He saw that shame which misery begun it Seing he did it scorne and scorning shun it Hence sprung the venom of impoysoned hate Poore malediction's sting who did despise Bright honor's stamp which in his bosome sate For that he could not brooke to temporise With humours masked in those times disguise But let dogs barke his soules aboue theyr anger They cannot wound his worth with enuies slander He sleepes secured and in blessed slumber's of peacefull rest he carelesse rests in peace Singing lowd antheames with the sacred numbers Of happy saints whose notes do neuer cease But euermore renewing fresh increase Whiles he doth sing and angels pleasure take We mourne his death and sorry for his sake Not for his sake but for our haplesse owne Who had so rich a prise and did not know it Iewell 's being had for Iewel 's are not know'n For men in happy fortune doe foreslow it The value when 't is lost doth chiefly shew it So wretched is our blindnesse and so hate full As for the guifts we haue we are vngratefull Euen as a poring scholler who hath read Some Cosmographick Booke and finds the prayse Of some delitious land deciphered Cast's sundry plots how by what meanes and wayes He may per take those pleasures months and dayes Being spent he goes and rauisht with the mayne Of such delight he nere returnes agayne So Deuonshiere by the Bookes of inspiration Contemplating the ioyes of heauens content In serious thoughts of meditation Which he in perfect zeal had long time spent Thirsting to be immortall hence he went He thither comes and glorying it in that speare Vnmindfull of this home he triumphes there Long may he triumph ouer topping cloudes Of our all-desperate mouldes vexation Pittying the sorrow which our danger crowds With ioylesse taste of true ioyes desolation Whiles he enioyes his soules high delectation Long may he liue whom death now cannot moue His fame below his spirit wings aboue Aboue the reach of humane witts conceite Aboue the censure of depraued spight Aboue earths paradizes counterfeyt Aboue imagination of delight Aboue all thoughts to think or pens to write Ther doth he datelesse dayes of comfort spend Renowned in his life blest in his end Anagramma ex Camdeno CAROLVS BLVNTVS Bonus vt sol clarus IN life vpright and therefore rightly good Whose glory shind on earth and thence a Sunn By his renowne as cleere hee 's vnderstood Whose light did set when as his life was done Bright as the sun good euer to aduance The soule of merit spurning ignorance Good in the virtue of his powerfull arme Which broughte more peace to peace chac't feares of harm And whiles he liu'd a wonder maz'd the light Two suns appeared at once at once as bright For when he dyde and left his fame behind One Sunn remaynd the truest Sun declin'd Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori