Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	fear_n	fear_v	life_n	7,553	5	5.1294	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04975	The pleasaunt playne and pythye pathewaye leadynge to a vertues and honest lyfe no lesse profytable, then delectable. V.L.	Leigh, Valentine, fl. 1562.; Lynyng, Urban, attributed name.	1522 (1522)	STC 15113.5; ESTC S121899	32,141	48

Fayre amiable pleasaunte full of corage and might Yet perchaunce er Ppheabus hath once his course ronne Deade carcasses we may be and vyle meate for the worme What prosyteth vs then our great sommes of monye Heaped together by extorcion and bryberye Golde stones Iewels or implement most preciouse Landes houses or vyllages be they neuer so sumptuous Eyther worship honour or lordely auctoritie Rule or dominion or worldely dignitie Whiche maketh many men so proudely to looke ouer all As thoughe they were to the goddes coequall Seinge death endeth althynge and we wretches wyth mysery Lyke duste and shadowe consume so sodenly Semge all oure pryde and glory is so sone extinguyshed And oure tyme so quickly gone neuer to be recouered O lyfe so vayne so fugitiue and frayle Whome suche a nomber of daungers and persilles do assaslle O lyfe that arte so shorte and vncertayne Most lyke vnto smoke a man can the licken Nowe this man dyeth an other after hym I to daye perchaunce and thou to morowe betyme So a lyttel and a lytle eche man dothe dye Euen lyke a butcher hauynge shepe and bestes many Of whiche some to daye he kylleth downe ryght And other some to morow in the morning or at nyght The nerte daye other moo go to the blocke And so forthe tyll consumed be all the hole flocke Thus death dayly remember but feare not the same For of it selfe it is good and worthye no blame Deathe fynysheth all paynes death endeth all care Death daungers dissolueth and putteth away feare To the poore to the prisonner and to the comfortlesse To the condemned and to the miserable captyue in dissresse To the bondeman slaue spoyled and Lazar impotente To them that are on the racke and in greuouse tormente Deathe is imbraced and hartely welcome To suche and many other of lyke state and condicion To good men death neuer can come vnware Whiche euer against his commynge them selues do prepare Whose lyfe hathe contynued in ryghteousnesse And whyche haue remayned in faythe mercy and godlynesse To them no dysproffit is deathe but aduauntage Althoughe it take them in theyr mooste flouryshynge age Thus yf thou be good receaue deathe gladlye For it is a passynge oute of this vale of myserye Then shalte thou render to the earthe and againe to hir sende Thy body whiche but for a tyme she did vnto the lende And if thou ponder with thy selfe in thy minde discretlye What dammage or hurte can death do vnto the She spoilleth the of thy riches perchaunce thou wylt saye But then riches wantest thou none by no kynde of waie Nor anie other thing els thy soule shall desyre But from pouertie to riches thou then semest to aspire For he of all other is the richeste in dede Nor that hathe mooste but that fewest thinges doth nede To leaue thy wyse childerne frendes is a miserable thinge Yea but it wer much more miserable to se thē die thē liuinge And it wyll not be longe but they shall folowe the When the lorde shall also call for them accordinglye And these worldly riches and pleasures are none of thine But lent to the as it weare for a litle tyme Naked camest thou hether and naked must thou hence go Therfore for terrestriall trifles sorowe not so This world is as it were a certaine great feaste Where vnto euery man is bidden as a geaste Where for a while duringe the Lordes pleasure We haue the fruition of this vayne worldlye treasure Vpon this condicion that we be alwayes ready At his commaundement to giue place and departe gladlye And to suffer other men that after vs shall come Of the same feast to receaue like fruition What wight wyl not willinglye leaue this lothesome lyfe Whiche is so wicked disceatfull and so full of strife Where no fayth no pietie nor any iustice Remaineth neither any quietnes or peace Wher all kinde of Sinnes euermore do raigne Where the brother is comonly the brothers bayne Where the sonne ofte wisheth for his fathers shorte lyfe The woman hir husbande and the husbande his wife Whereche body catheth snatcheth what he can Beinge dissemblers and wourkers of fraude euery man That this worlde maie wourthelye well be named A denne of theues being with pillinge and polling enflamed Of luste and boredome what should I make mencion Wherwith the hole earth is fylled with like abhominacion That chastifie is banyshed and virgynitie defaced And the honorable sacremēt of Matrimonie nothing regarded In which wicked worlde also are of parels so many Of labors and sicknes suche a nombre and sondery Where fortune onelye ruleth without all reason Wher no man of him self can be assured any season What good man will not nowe leaue this world gladly Whiche is hollye compassed with such vntollerable mysery Wherefore great follye it is death for to feare Seinge it endeth the myseries we sustayne here And consyder also that departynge from mortallitie By death thou enterest into thy region of eternitie Therfore my sonne let thy lyfe be godlye So shalte thou not stande in any feare to dye Fyrste in thy health hollye set in good staye By wyll al thy worldly affaires as nere as thou maye That in thy sicknes thou be not with them troubled Nor thy mynde then from godlynesse by them encombred And euery nyghte before thou goest to thy rest To confesse to God thy synnes with harty repentaunce is best And humblye aske mercy with hope vnsaynedly Preparynge thy selfe then holly to dye And so thy soule to the Lorde moost humblye betake Which on the crosse suffred his passion for thy sake Thus shal not soden death vnprouyded the fynde Yf thou beare well this last lesson in thy mynde This my rude counsayle yf thou followe in euery condicion As I trust thou wylt accordynge to myne expectacion Thou shalt well walke in the right pathe waye than Whiche as I erste sayde leadeth to the lyfe of an honest man And now sonne my former promyse beynge performed done To the place where we met we are nere eftesones come I thancke you gentle father sayd I for your holsome counsayle I neuer herde tolde a more verteouse tale I beseche almyghty God to graunte me the grace The same to obserue in euery poynte and cace And the same Lorde of hys goodnes rewarde you gratiouslye That hathe taken suche paynes to enstructe me verteouslye Fare well my good sonne quod he Christ be thy guyde And so departynge from hym home warde I hyed FINIS

me thinkes ye are as one dysmaied Wheron so study you a peny for your thoughte In faythe quod I if ye knew it yet were it worth naught My thinckes quod she ye are chaunged in euery race What hath any mayde rauyshed your hart from his place Tel me she sayd and my best counsayle ye shall haue With all that I can do as God my soule saue Oh quod I my harte is wrapte full of woe Yet haue I no faythfull frende it to showe I shal tel you Lewes quod she what so euer ye saye To me thincke it sure vnder locke and kaye For euer herynge it by me spoken agayne Ercepte the same be for your profyte playne Well since ye wyl nedes know quod I my careful myserye Ye shall heare the same in fewe wordes playnlye So it is that that sayre swere blossome your syster Grace Hath holly my loue and harte in suche cace That neyther wandrynge nor walkinge whether so euer I go Neyther playinge nor workynge what so euer I do Neyther wakynge nor watchynge any tyme or space Neyther restynge nor slepynge in any maner place But at all tymes and euermore continuallye Hir amiable countenaunce restreth in my mynde daylye No pleasure me pleaseth my mirth is amated No ioyes my delyte my lyfelynesse is abated No musycke me reioyseth theyr soundes are vnswete No pastymes I passe on as at this tyme vnmete No worke is well wrought now vnder my handes Nor I am nothing as I was before I entered loues bades So that I well knowe I am lyke to sustayne Deathes darte very shortely if I do not obtayne The rather hir loue who now hath the measure Me to slaye or reuyue euen at hir owne pleasure Whiche I would she dyd shortly for the ease of my payne By the darte of cruel deathe deuorynge me cleane Nowe haue ye hearde all quod I and more as I saye Then euer to any other I tolde before this daye Wherin I shal desyre you to playe an honest parte For the spedy quietynge of my poore wretched harte Marie quod Iohan now I perceaue very well Of your sadnes and sorowe there is no meruel That hath such an Impostome bredynge in your brest Which worketh you wourthely full waywarde reste No wonder it is though ye loke wan and pale For loue hath made you drincke a draught of sower ale I toke you neuer so tender so soone to be caughte With the louely linckes of loue which are so quickly wrought Ye were wont before this tyme alwayes to saye That they were very fooles that to loue did obaye And that it was impossible any wyse man to be So earnestly set in loue in any degree But that when he would alwaies well he myghte Full easelye put the same out of his heade quite But now ye are caught in the same nette Which in tymes past ye greatly did neglecte When ye sawe any louer ye laughed him to scorne But loue hath now brought you to scole to learne And suerly quod she to deme in myne entent Ye haue worthely of loue deserued this punyshment Welquod I to a man that is falen in mysery and woo Good comforte behoueth and not chidynge soo My faulte I confcsse what nedeth more I desyre youre good counsayle for curynge of my sore Whiche waye I maye best by youre good aduyse Atcheue this so doubtefull and daungerouse an enterprpse Well Lewes quod Iohan nowe that I knoo What woman she is that worketh you this woo Let me alone I wyll fyrste moue this mattier Sone at nyght in bed I wyll earnestly at hir As ye shall perceaue here by this tyme to morowe Other ease or increase of all youre hole sorowe Therefore in the meane tyme be of good cheare And I wyll dilygently worke in youre cause I sweare Whereof I thanked her sayinge gladlye I woulde Hir gentylnes consyder yf euer I coulde And hauynge once kist hir I toke my leaue thane This departinge from hir whome warde I came The morowe nerte after I came estesones to the same place To heare yf I were lyke to obtaine any grace Iohan was not then come I stayed a lytle whyle At last not farre thence I sawe hir commynge ouer a style With hir pail in hir hande then I went hir to mete And gentyllie saluted hir she did lyke wyse me grete Eyther death and double sorow quod I Iohan do you brynge Or lyfe to reuyue me whiche am nowe dyinge Neyther of them bothe quod she but hope haue I broughte Thereby partely to fede and relieue youre heaupe thoughte Then saye on quod I and nomore tyme waste That happy hope to heare I gladly make haste Pester nyghte beynge bothe quod she in oure bed layed I tourned me towardes my syster and euen thus I sayde Oh Iohan quod I I then wyshed me in youre place To haue declared my selfe to hir my hole cace You re wyshe was but voyde quod she but harke what I tell I ared Grace how she dyd and she sayde very well Howe so euer you do quod I lye nowe at youre case I knowe other some are as yll at ease Whiche for you and for youre sake to be playne Muche mysery myschiefe and care do sustayne Whiche greueth me muthe for synce the worlde began God neuer created a more honester man And he is lyke for youre loue as far as I can gesse Shortely to dye suche is hys deadlye distresse For my loue syster Iohan quod Grace to me then In this paryshe I am as yet knowen of very fewe men And fewer do I knowe then howe maye it be That any man is vered so for loue of me Who is it I praye you once name hym to me And then yf I knowe hym I wyll tell you quod she Nay syster Grace quod I that shal not be Before syrste some promyse ye make vnto me That ye shall not at the fyrste kyll his harte cleane By geuyuge hym a naye or by any other meane Of vnkyndenes on youre behalfe but ye shall yf ye can Braunte hym youre loue before an other man For I wyll assure you yf ye perfertly knewe His good gentle behauioure bothe honest and true Whiche is so pleasaunte a parson to synge and to daunce And is skylled in instrumentes for youre pastaunce So well can shote wrestel and leape so lyghte So handesome a man in euery mans syghte And besydes this more sorowe hath sustayned For youre sake and is also so cruelly payned That deathe to hym were a greate deale sweater Then to lyue as he doth he thynketh it muche better And yf in youre defaulte ye shoulde suffer hym to dye For lacke of youre loue what prosyte therby Shoulde ye receaue nay rather yt myght name you A murderer I saye whiche would greately shame you And whome should ye kyll no enemy pardye But a moost true louer who loueth you hartelye Well quod my syster to loue hym ye shall pardon me For I wyll do nothynge in that matter trulye But this

there is no one thinge thy wyfe wyl take more greuouslye Nor any other thynge vereth hir spirites so vehemently Nor of nothynge desyreth she so soone to be reuenged As in that one poynte if hir husbande haue offended Then wareth she hote incensyd with yre With dispyte and malyce then hir harte is on fyre In which their furiouse rage some seke the waye than In lyke sorte if they may to deceaue their good man Beleue me sonne sewe of them will kepe their honestie Yf their husbandes in suche wyse do lyue abrode visiouslye Further thy children hereafter see thou vp brynge In vertuouse excercyse and also good learnynge Teache theim to feare God and the to obaye And euer kepe them in obedience as muche as thou maye For they wyll euer waxe bolde as nede shall requyre But not alwayes so humble as thou wouldest desyre Therfore whyle they are younge and tender of yeres Is bothe their helpe and vndoynge as it oft apperes Muche paynes muste thou take in godly instructynge theim Yf thou purpose they shal euer proue honest men Lause them al euel company to exchue continually For iuste he cannot be that is conuersaunte with the vngodly One shepe hauyngs a peryllouse pocke Of force muste enfecte all the hole flocke Thy daughters alwayes with shamefastnes vprere For it is the fairest flower all women can were Let them neuer be ydle but alwayes doynge With the whele the distafe or with the nedle sowynge For the welfare of this sexe standeth in their honestye Which when they are ydle is then in most ieoperdye And at their ripe yeres do it not ouer slyde Some honest husbandes for theim to prouyde Be not bitter good sonne to thy seruauntes at any tyme Neither punyshe theim with rigoure for euery cryme There is a meane to be obserued in correccion I saye By whiche thou maiest cause them thee both to loue obaye And althoughe fortune hathe poynted the their mayster to be He myght lykewyse haue made a seruaunte of the And what hereafter may fall no man knoweth his chaunce For the hole state of mans lyfe dependeth in ballaunce I haue knowen dyuerse men bothe riche and welthye That afterwarde haue fallen in suche myserye That full fayne they haue bene to auoyde vyle beggerye By seruyce to lyue in great callamitie What we are haue bene we knowe but what after we shal be We are ignoraunte therof suche is oure vncertayntye In thy fyrste kepynge of hduse be not to sumptuouse Neyther in foode nor apparell to laciuiouse For at thy pleasure thou mayest the same alway amende When God aboundaunce of substaunce hereafter shall sende But it woulde be to thy shame yf thou shouldest aslake The fyrste honnest porte thou diddest vpon the take Often call home thy neyghbours but most suche as are poore To dyne and suppe with the let some of them be sure The Lorde thy table shall blesse the more And for suche liberallitie he wil encrease thy store Go not to lawe with them nor be no extoretoner Finyshe their causes yf thou maiest and be no bearer In no mans mattier but in all that thou caune Set quietnesse and concorde betwene man and man But in wranglinge matters be in no wyse no medler Whiche myghte get the an yll name and no man the better Further yf thou fynde a man of an approued honestye That feareth God and is geuen to good vertues hollye Of whome moste men sayewell for his good lyuynge That is no drunckarde quarrelloure nor delyteth in striuig But quyet sober and learned in sapience Beynge of good iudgemente and also of good experience This mans frendshyp seke buselye to obtayne For then a faythe full frende there is no greater gayne But er thou hys amitie earnistlie embrace Learne howe he hath vsed hys other frendes in lyke cate For suche as his behauioure hathe bene to other moe Truste me sonne he wylorder the euen so And when thou once haste him thy frende vnfeynedly Then seke to continue in frendshyp dillygentlye Let no lyght dyspleasure the same breake or decaye But beare with hym rather in all that thou maye Of all treasure the chefest that God dothe in earthe sende Is a man to haue alwayes a sure and stedfast frende Furthermore yf sycknesse shall vere the or thyne Se thou minister remedye to the same betyme Or euer the same do augment and encrease The soner shal it mende and the grefe be the lesse For lyke as fyre when it is fyrste begonne With a lyttel water wylbe quenched full soone But yf it be suffered to contynue stylle And a whyle to burne euen at his owne wyll Then the flame wylbe raysed in suche a great rage That hole welles and conduictes can scace it aswage Euen so euery malladye at the fyrste entraunce Maye be easely cured without great greuaunce This fyrste poynt of phisycke learne thou of me Yf the sycknes be hote colde or moyste the remedy must be contrarye If ouer much laboure and trauayle be the cause Then by ease and rest from the same thou must pause And yf the same come by ouer muche ease and rest Then exercyse and moderate laboure is best Yf it be by superfluitye of drincke or meate Then abstmence is the best remedie thou can get And yf nede requyre a phisicion then call Or a surgion but good diet is the best lieche of all The surgion is nerte for phisicions do kyll The moste part that put their truste theim vntyll For where by happe some one they do saue A hundred for hym they sende to theyr graue ALSO my sonne this laste precepte thou muste learne Which dilygently to obserue I the earnistlye warne Be prepared alwayes and euermore full redye Deathe to enbrace where he striketh soudenlye Yea euen in his moost Lust and welthiest tyme Let the remembraunce of hym be styll before thyne yene He assaulteth men comonly when they thinke of hym lest Fearcelye inuadynge them in their moste quietnes and rest He draweth euer nexer with his ineuitable darte Daylye percynge euery age of man to the harte Howe often dothe death strike the younge lustye man And beryeueth hym of hys best yeres we se nowe and than Oh howe great are the trauayles and payne That a man in this lyfe with payne dothe sustayne Howe shorte is our tyme and the same also so varyable That nothynge in this lyfe can be founde stable With what innumerable pylles are we beseged Whiche by this oure frayle nature can neuer be resyted What we oure vayne pleasures wherin we so truste Euen poysoned with galle and cankered with ruste What are we owretches but duste of the ayre As bryttell as glasse seme it neuer so fayre Moste lyke to a shadowe in a sonnye daye Which when the cloudes are alost sodenly vanyshe a waye Lyke as a flower whiche florisheth in the mornynge dew And at nyghte is withered and hathe vaded his hewe For thoughe we are now alyue and lustye in euery mans sight