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
B03273	An elegy upon the death of that worthy gentleman Collonel Edward Cook who departed this life the 29th. of January. 1683/4.		1684 (1684)	Wing E472; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[41]; ESTC R36266	992	1

AN ELEGY Upon the Death of that WORTHY GENTLEMAN Collonel Edward Cook Who departed this Life the 29 th of January 1683 4. 29. feb 1684 3 'T IS Vertue which alone supports the whole For without that the World 's without a Soul Most certain then as that grows faint and weak Th' eternal Chain decays at last must break When great Cooke fell the Jarring Links did twang And Nature sigh'd as if she felt the Pang Nor is it strange for Vertue was his guide With him it flourish'd and with him it dy'd Not all some Lagging Atoms yet remain To guard Mankind and prop the sinking Frame In War he was nurs'd up Arms his delight Gentle in Peace and Terrible in Fight Death he had seen in various shapes but none Cou'd move him to be fearfull of his own Nor did old Age abate the Martial Flame 'T was always great and always was the same His Charity did equally extend To cherish the distress'd and serve his Friend When he did good and who his Life surveys Will find he did delight in 't all his Days 'T was for the sake of good and not for Praise Great though he was yet he was lowly too Meekness gains more repute than Pride can doe Restless Ambition ne're his Thoughts employ'd Peace and Content he sought and those enjoy'd Vertue he priz'd though 't were in Rags enshrin'd He look't not on the Person but the Mind His Judgment was unbyast firm and strong His Conversation pleasant gay and young But then his Mirth was still from folly free And such as Nuns without a blush might be And as when Tygers range the Woods for Prey And chance to meet a Lion in their way Straight they forget their rage and learnt t' obey So Atheous men though they blasphem'd before Aw'd with his presence blush't and said no more For Piety was still his constant Guest And found its full Perfection in his Breast Such was his Life and now his Death we 'll shew His Death the greater wonder of the two For when the fatal Pangs were drawing on And the last Sands were eager to be gone When all his Friends lay drown'd in Tears of Grief Wishing but yet despairing of Relief Ev'n he alone his Change with Patience bore Like all the Changes of his Life before And with a Cheerfulness too great to tell A Cheerfulness that does all thought excell At his last gasp he cry'd I 'me well I 'me well Then dy'd easie as Infants drop asleep Wit Vertue Valour for your Darling weep O Pity Pity that some abler Quill Had not perform'd his Praise with greater skill And in a happy high immortal strain Preserv'd his Vertues sacred with his Name That Fame to late Posterity might tell No Hero ever liv'd and dy'd so well The END