Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	flesh_n	life_n	spirit_n	9,701	5	5.4408	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04794	Flovvers of epigrammes, out of sundrie the moste singular authours selected, as well auncient as late writers. Pleasant and profitable to the expert readers of quicke capacitie: by Timothe Kendall, late of the Vniuersitie of Oxford: now student of Staple Inne in London	Kendall, Timothy, fl. 1577.	1577 (1577)	STC 14927; ESTC S107994	86,662	304

of fight And oftentymes he vseth eyes of glasse clere glistering bright Now sith that Furnus hath foure eyes and well decerneth still It makes mee muse and maruaile much why still hee sees so ill His wife is wicked wanton still whiche he doth neuer see Foole Furnus doth not see so well but sure as ill sees hee Of Pope Innocent 8. Eyght boyes Pope Nocent did ●eger as many maides in all O Rome most iustly maist thou sure this Pope a father call Of Alexander 6. and his daughter Lucretia NO gelding Alexander was now dost thou aske mee why Lewd Lucrece was his daughter and his wife with him to lye Against Claudia TWo kisses Bossus askt of thee when I in prensence was He would haue geuen mony to of him thou didst not passe Thou giuste no kisses openly close thou dost kisse amayne Of kisses thou to sparing art to lauishe eke againe To Dauid Whitehed VNto mee Willobey doth write that Podagra the gowt Doth paine thee still but Chiragra doth payne thee out of dout The first remaineth in the feet the second in the fiste Thou canst not write to mee but go well canst thou if thou list To Leopoldus I Haue thee promisde muche thou ●ai●● ▪ what now declare to mee What I haue promisd I will giue I nothing promisde thee Against Gaspus whiche with one draught of wine or ale would be made drunke GAspus if thou wilt not be drunke then marke what I shall say When as thou drinkest drinke thou of an empty cup alway Against Colt a Preist THose that deeme Colt hath nothing done they greatly are beguild He hath done somwhat he hath plaid the colt and got a child To the Reader IF so but six good Epigrams in all my booke there be Then all is not pild paultrie stuffe whiche reader thou doost see But if six good thou do not finde refuse then all the rest And let them serue to wipe thy tayle if so thou thinke it best To the Reader SVfficient now nay to to muche I trifled haue with thee Farewell good reader here an end no more I le troublous be Ludicra per verbares saepè notat●r acerba M. ROGER ASCHAM The sentence whiche Darius Kyng of Persia commaunded to bee engrauen on his Toumbe DARIVS the Kyng lieth buried here Who in riding shoting had neuer pere The gracelesse grace of the Court. TO laugh to lye to flatter to face Fower waies in Coure to win mē grace If thou bee thrall to none of theese Away good Pekegoose hence Ihon Cheese Marke well my worde marke their deede And thinke this verse parte of thy Creede A verse of Homer translated into Englishe by M. Watson ALL trauelers do gladly report great praise of Vlysses For that he knewe many mens maners and saw many cities Of the herbe Moly translated out of Homer NO mortall man with sweat of brow or toile of minde But onely God who can do al that herbe doeth finde Of Newters NOw newe now old now bothe now neither To serue the worldes course thei care not with whether Master Aschams lamentation for the death of master Ihon Whitney MYne owne Ihon Whitney now farewell now Death doeth part vs twaine No Death but partyng for a while whom life shall ioyne againe Therefore my harte cease sighes and sobbes cease sorrowes seede to sowe Whereof no gaine but greater greef and hurtfull care maie growe Yet when I thinke vpon suche guiftes of grace as God hym lent My losse his gaine I must awhile with ioyfull teares lament Yong yeres to yeeld suche fruite in Courte where seede of vice is sowne Is sometyme redde in some place seen amongst vs seldome knowne His life he lead Christs lore to learne with will to woorke the same He read to knowe and knewe to liue and liude to praise his name So fast to frende so foe to fewe so good to euery wight I maie well wishe but scarsly hope againe to haue in sight The greater ioye his life to me his death the greater paine His life in Christ so surely set doeth glad my harte againe His life so good his death better doe mingle mirthe with care My spirite with ioye my fleshe with greef so deare a frende to spare Thus God the good while thei be good doeth take and leaues vs ill That we should mende our synfull liues in life to tarry still Thus we well left be better reft in heauen to take his place That by like life and death at last we maie obtaine like grace Myne owne Ihon Whitney againe farewell a while thus parte in twaine Whom pain doeth part in yearth in heauen greate ioye shall ioyne againe A golden sentence out of Hesiodus THat man in wisedome passeth all to knowe the beste who hath a head And meetly wise eke counted shall Who yeelds hym self to wise mennes read Who hath no witte nor none will heare Among all fooles the bell maie beare A verse of Homer WHat follies so euer greate princes make The people therefore doe goe to wracke An excellent saiyng of Homer WHo either in earnest or in sporte doeth frame hymself after suche sort This thyng to thinke and that to tell my harte abhorreth as gate to hell A saiyng of Adra●tus out of Euripides WHat thyng a man in tender age hath moste in vre That same to death alwaies to kepe he shal be sure Therefore in age who greately longs good fruite to mow In youth he must hym self apply good seede to sowe FINIS TRIFLES BY TIMOTHE KENDAL deuised and written for the moste part at sundrie tymes in his yong and tender age Tamen est laudanda voluntas CORNELIVS GALLVS Diuersos diuersa iuuant non omnibus annis omnia conueniunt res prius apta nocet Exultat leuitate puer grauitate senectus inter vtrūque manens stat iuuenile decus Hunc tacitum tristemque decet fit clarior ille laetitia linguae garrulitate suae ¶ THE AVTHOR TO HIS Pamphlets and Trifles BOrbon in France beares bell awaie for writyng trifles there In Englande Parkhurst praysed is for writyng trifles here Now sith that these were learned bothe and trifles did indite Shall I now shame of youthfull daies my triflyng toyes to write No sure I blushe not hence my booke let all men read thy verse Graue men graue matters sportfull youth must sportfull toyes rehearse Now reader lende thy listnyng eare and after syngyng Larke Content thy self of chattyng Crowe some homely notes to marke The Author to hymself T To serue thy God thy Prince thy soile endeuour all thy life I In peace delight seke still to staie the stormes of sturdie strife M Make muche of Modestie be meke take heede to clime to hye O Offende not one be true in harte all filthy flattery flie T Take tyme in tyme tēper thy tongue from filthy talke refraine H Helpe haplesse men hope for heauen by pacience conquer paine E Eate so to liue liue so to die die so

was a boye with boyes these toyes I did indite Tushe tushe thei foolishe are thou saiest I graunt thei are in deede But where are thy wise wondrous workes now where are thei to reede To his Cosen IHON KENDALL MY Kendall cosen deare and frende all thyngs kend of thee bee Of thee the Scriptures all are kend is not all kend of thee He whiche knowes all knowes not Christ naught knowes he this is plaine Ken all of Christ whiche is the hiest and count the rest as vaine To his dere brother IHON SHEPPARD gent. of Grayes Inne MY brother deere my hope my chere my trusty Sheppard true The surest Sheppard I can finde among the Sheppards crue By name thou art a Sheppard sure a Sheppard eak in deed A happy Sheppard I thee finde to mee in all my neede So long as thou my Sheppard art in lacke I can not liue To pasture greene by pleasant brokes thou daily dost mee driue Thou plaist the part of pastor pure thou keepst me in the way Thou wilt not let mee wander wilde in wildernes astray Thou wilt not let me set my foote in Popishe path to tred Thou dost abhorre as Plutos Pit his mitred monsters hed Persist good brother in the race thou hast begun to runne Serue God so as thou daily dost the snares of Sathan shunne Fight like a valiant Sheppard stout against the Woulfe of hell Feede like a Pastor pure the poore so as thou hast done well So shall the Lord be Sheppard thine and pay thee double twice And bryng thee to the pasture pure of princely paradice An Epitaphe vppon the death of the right wise and worthy Matron the Lady ALSE AVENON IF that a modest Matrones misse should moned be with cryes Then shreek and cry for her alone that here engraued lyes If for to wayle the want and losse of suche a Matrone rare It be a fault for her alone your cryes and shreeches spar● An EPITAPHE vppon the death of his deere Mother ALSE KENDALL Which died and lieth buried at Northaston LO here she lyes whose honest life perpetuall praise deservd Lo here she lyes whose life well led from vertue neuer swervde Lo here she lyes whiche livd in loue still with her linked feer Lo here she lyes whiche while she livd still held her children deer Lo here she lyes whiche lovd her frend and hated not her fo Lo here she lyes that was belovd of all sortes hye and low Lo here she lyes that alwaies lovd her neighbour as her selfe Lo here she lyes that more esteemd of heauen then worldly pelfe Lo here she lyes whiche hated lies and lovd to tell thee tr●th Lo here she lyes whiche gaue the poore both mony meat and cloth For fine in few wilt haue declarde of euery man the mind Here lyes ALICE KENDALL worthy wife the flower of woman kind Here lyes her bones hard crusht with stones in life lame were her lims Now dead her soule in siluer stremes of Sollace sweetly swimmes ¶ An Epitaphe vpon the death of his deare father William Kendall which died beyng cut of the stone and lyes buried at Northaston in Oxford shire HEre lies he dead with stones opprest whom stones opprest in life Aye me that he was forste to dye by dint of deadly knife Wo worthe the wretche that ript his fleshe yet wretche why saie I so Sith needs he would suche torments trie to ende his paine and woe The life he lidve was sure no life but euen a death in life And therefore pluckyng pangs he provde of cutters caruyng knife He thought by pluckyng pinchyng pangs to ende his pinyng paines He thought to rid the ragged stone that tide hym so in chaines But out alas he ridde his life oh grisly gripyng greef He was dispatched of his life and I of my releef Ah farewell father myne moste deare in earth we parte with paine Northaston wants thee wailes and wepes wishyng for thee againe We want and wishe we waile and weepe we mourne alas and misse Thou ne doest mourne nor missest ought now plaste in heauenly blisse My losse I doe lament and yet I ioye for gaine of thine I loste a father thou hast gainde perpetuall ioyes deuine An Epitaph vpon the death of his deare aunt ELLEN KENDALL which died and lyes buried at BLOXAM HEre Ellen lies lapt vp in earth whiche alwaies liude to dye And died to liue to liue againe in lastyng ioyes on hye Aye me when wretche I first gan liue then gan she life to leaue I thought to reape greate ioye by her but she did me deceaue She more esteemde of heauen then earth and therefore God did giue Heauen vnto her she hopte for heauen now she in heauen doeth liue Ah farewell Aunte thou gauste me life I sukte thy tender breste Thou diddest rocke me when a babe in cradle I did reste And haue I lost thee now so sone no force greate is thy gaine In heauen we shall with pleasure meete though here we parte with paine Still diddst thou liue the Lorde to loue and thou didst loue to liue Still with the Lorde and now the Lorde vnto thee life doeth giue Lo LIVE AND LOVE this lesson learne you that in earth remaine That when you leaue to liue you maie obtaine to liue againe THRENODIA ¶ A sorrowfull Sonet vpon the death of Walter late Erle of Essex THe Primrose cheef of princely peeres the Starre of Englande bright The Prince of perfect pietie the Diamonde of delight O dogged Death by direfull darte from Englande thou hast refte Our sollace thou hast ta●e awaie and vs in sorrowe lefte We lothe to liue and yet we loue to liue alone for this That we maie waile this worthies want whom we so sore doe misse Ah farewell Erle moste excellent for thee doeth Englande weepe The Prince the peeres the people shreke in Death to see thee sleepe Thy corps is clapt in cloddes of claie thy soule is soard on hye With sainctes aboue the clusteryng cloudes to pearche perpetually Post cineres virtus viuere sola facit ¶ Imprinted at LONDON in Paules Churche yarde at the Signe of the Brasen Serpent by Ihon Shepperd Anno. 1577. MARTIALIS Dulcia defecta modulatur carmina lingua Cantator Cygnus funeris ipse sui Charus Carus Mendicus Graia beyng her surname in Laten signifieth a Grecian Martial Salamāder