Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	full_a	good_a	great_a	879	4	2.1025	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03754	The arbor of amitie wherin is comprised pleasant poëms and pretie poesies, set foorth by Thomas Howell Gentleman. Anno. 1568.	Howell, Thomas, fl. 1568-1581.	1568 (1568)	STC 13874; ESTC S113289	32,022	110

grapes to haue No man of flouds that vacant are can waters iustly craue No man of candle cleane put out can liuely light obtaine No man of Codrus simple soule a princely gift may claime Such let right iudgement stand for me of thée my parent made For I to writhing thornes am lyke in course of present trade Therefore receyue this simple signe my springs yet dried are But yet of thorns account this one which nowe my briars are My budding trée cannot as now some other fruits disclose My Garden gréene for thée alone preparde this onely Rose But I a Briar well doe séeme restore which nothing can And I a Briar now perceyue that I a Briar am For still the busie Briar pricks but doth no gaines pretende So I with charges presse thee still but no rewarde I sende But if in time from thornes I may of Uine trée take the shapes Thou shalt in stéede of Briars sharpe receyue my springing Grapes Time alwayes causeth some noueltie and furthereth knowledge NO man so old but vse or tyme or place Shal teach him newes though he passe Nestors race And learne him skill vnknown to him before To shoon the things by which he set great store That he shall iudge he knewe not that at all Which as he thought he knew as principall Being in extremitie the Louer bewayleth his restlesse lyfe MOst gréedy gripes with plunging paines doe pierce my ruthfull hart I passe the noysome night in grones through rent with dreadfull dart When all reioyce in wished sport my moning minde doth crie The harmes so huge in dolefull dumpes compels me wretch to die My languisht limmes in lothsome lyfe are rent from bone to bone The reins the vaines are clene consumde with hart so colde as stone I cursse eche lingring howre of day my bloudie woundes to stratch Once comes I know the yrksome ende that shall my cares dispatch The furies fierce and fierie flakes that burne in hatefull hell Cannot surmount my passing plunge my carelesse corps to quell O heauie hart when wilt thou breake when wilt thou rent in twaine For that alone my happie helpe is ende of all my paine More is my griefe for priuie paines I onely wretch doe know Nor durst my flashing flame to friend vnfaythfull men to show I rage and rewe I frie and fréese vp whelmde in woes full sore My smarting eies haue spent their teares farewell for euermore Of Miserie COrps clad with carefulnesse Hart heapt with heauinesse Purse poore and pennilesse Backe bare in bitternesse Lips laide with lothsomnesse O get my graue in readinesse Faine would I die to ende this stresse Remedilesse To his Friend H. HOpe hart well dispaire not The truth tell and spare not Ere God say thou shalt not Hart holde aye and halt not Yet better tis thou spakst not When wisedome prouokes not Then wiseman thou séemste not When silence thou kéepste not To be learned OF learned oft aske good aduise aduised counsell kéepe Things kept bestow on others wise flée vice of slothfull sléepe Flatterers THey fawne in words and eke with tuiring eie They will deceyue trust thou no flattring spie For vnder view of Honnie lies deceyt And eke there lurcks of tongue the poysonde beyt The praise of vertue NOt worldly welth nor rich aray nor Pearles of costly rate Nor goodes nor Golde that shynes so gay can make the gentle state But vertue linckt in learned lyfe that springs by noble paine In them thy famous factes so ryfe foreuer still shall raigne Besides the same all turnes to dust throughout the worlde so wyde To ashes good and Gold shalt rust and thou to earth shalt slyde Of Counsaile THou must doe well Faith true obtaine Wit none repell Friend déere entraine Séeke rage to presse First trie hart true Thy sinnes excesse Lament and rue Of Offence HOw much a man the greater is By his offence that wries amisse So much the more the common crew That stately crime will note and vew To one that matcht with a frowarde woman TO get good wife tis harde sayth Cheremon Tis better burie two then marrie one Who marrie will his hart will sone be spent And after that he will also repent A necessarie yll the wyfe they call But this is worst it is perpetuall Wherefore my Friende thou dost me warie make Whome I to wife and daylie mate shall take Of Ladie Fortune O Fortune frayle why dost thou take of me so mightie powre To wicked men thou pleasant art to good men doest thou lowre To those that nought by déede deserue thou honours dost restore And those that nought offende at all thou plagst in rage full sore The men that iust and godly are thou bringst to great decay But those that most vnworthy bée thou richely doest aray Thou driust to death the youthfull imps and men of age doe bide O fortune fonde vnequally such times doste thou deuide That which thou takst from worthy men thou giuste to persons yll Thou no respect of vertue hast but fondly workst thy wyll Unconstant fraile sharp false vntrue is Ladie Fortunes grace To brickle glasse most like she is with that hir flattring face Nor doste thou kéepe in honours still those men of riche estate Nor alwayes dost thou frowne on men which first thou dame didst hate But truth it is Iehouah hie in throne imperiall He Fortune guides and giues rewardes he is the Lorde of all To his faythfull Friend CLéere Phoebus runnes in circle rounde in course both day and night And eke a heate dame nature giues to firie flames so bright And fleeting fishe the surging seas to haunt doe neuer cease And still hir fruites the worthy soile gyuth forth as due increase I pray therefore as long in course as Phoebus bright shall dure As long as flame shall giue a heate and fishe the seas procure And earth doth giue increase so long that thou thy yeres mayst tell And leade a happie ioyfull lyfe in blisfull state farewell To a Friend requesting his opinion in mariage he aunswereth thus WHen ryped yeres in wisedomes schoole in maridge faine would match By daylie doome these precepts vewe to scape the bayted snatch Perpend the grace the trust and trade of foreobteyned wyfe Hir manners marke with warie minde respect hir wanton lyfe Hir mothers minde and nature scan with fathers factes also As is the Uine such is the sappe that on the grape doth gro Beware the route of rowling eyes which secretly doth prie When shamefastnesse is put to flight then grace beginnes to flie The virgin chaste of stowing time no howre will ydle spende Lucretia applyde hir paines hir corps from vice to fende Penelope at distaffe spoon hir vndefiled thred Untill hir long desired mate approchde to spousall bed For ydlenesse consumes the lims and bréedeth vices vaine No Matrone chaste no grace there is where sleing sloth doth raigne Thy soule it spoyles thy life it spilles it weakeneth stayed strength The mighty holds and trimmest

after death doth vertue liue O death in spight of thée For she of grace the garlande gay in goodly giftes did weare Whose flowres do now in children wise of Talbots line appéere Of Rutlandes race she noblie sprang and linkt with péerlesse pearle Of Shrewisburie who bare the name a noble worthy Earle Whome she hath left behinde among the blessed branches fine The worthy imps that sprang of them as of a vertuous Uine To poore she was a pleasant port to all a helpe she came By teares that haue beene spent for hir the poore haue shewde the same O noble hart whose Well of grace shall spring and neuer drie Who being hie didst bend thy brest vnto the poorst degrée Unto the weake shée was a strength vnto the hungrie foode Unto the rude a lamp of light vnto the wisemen good Unto the youth she was a guide vnto the aged ioy Unto the noble ornament vnto the blinde a way In towne she was a shyning starre for hir all better were In Countrie ioy at home a glasse to vewe in gladding chere Hir beautie great hir vertues greatst that sprang as flagrant flowres Alas what treasure haue we lost for all the losse is oures For she hath gainde O Death by thée but we haue shipwrack made And nowe in earth our helpe is lapt our light is turnde to shade O what a losse so many giftes of grace so lost in one For which eche wight that knew hir well cannot but greatly mone But drie ye vp your dréerie teares she liues without anoy O comely courteous Countesse now farewell O Iem of ioy Farewell O spring of vertues swéete farewell of help the store Both high and low bewaile thy want farwell for euermore Of ingratitude WHo rightly scans what thing is greatest gréefe And seekes by proofe the truth therof to trie Shall surely finde ingratitude the chéefe Surmounting farre eche other wo on hie Whose freting force when friendlie wight shal féele All mirth and ioy to care doth straight conuart Yea weare the hart of craggie flinte or stéele It scarse coulde shoonne to waile such bitter smart Who therfore séekes by paines to please the prowd Unthankefull wight compared well may bée To hym that kepes a Cur which barkes as lowde At Feaders face as when he foe doth sée Or Viper eke who long with carefull thought In wofull wombe hir tender younglings feedes By whome at last hir balefull bale is wrought Through their ingrate and most vnfriendly déedes Whose nature is to worke the place most griefe Where they in time haue had full great reliefe Of all ingrate loe héere the gotten gaine And onely hyre for well deserued paine Of Death SInce death doth leade to lyfe And lyfe is lasting ioy ▪ To stay why make men strife Where nought is but anoy Answere WHy men such strife doe sowe To staye in place of paine Where you the cause would knowe I gesse its worldly gaine And since the fleshe is fraile Eche weake and féeble wight When death doth once assaile Resistes with all their might Then blame not wealthie wights Which knowes of néede no lack But lyue in déepe delights To die though they drawe back When néedie soule in déede Of death doth stande in dréede To one that faine would speede yet doubtfull to proceede AS Cat would faine eate fishe Yet loth hir foote to wet So lyest thou still and wishe Where trauaile gaine should get That labor first brings gaine Thou seest by little Ante Who through whot Sommers paine Doth shoon colde winters wante The swéete that Bee doth suck Comes not by lying still The grapes for wine men pluck Are gote by trauailes skill The Marchant eke men know Great goods by trauaile gaines The Plowman séede doth sow To reape rewarde for paines Not wishe I say therefore But trauaile wealth doth winne Who so then will haue store By trauaile must beginne Strong monstrous mounts to réele Rough craggie rocks to rent And eke the sturdie stéele Oft trauaile makes relent For trauaile is the way Eche noble gift to gaine Use therein no delay And spare thou not for paine For who so paine doth spare To speake where he would spéede And makes eche doubt his care A dastarde is in deede The Louer being in the Countrie showeth his good will to his Ladie in the Court. THough corps in Countrie bée in Court my countnance is My ioy my care my lyfe my death mine endlesse bale or blis My pleasure pine and paine my helpe my harme also My griping griefe my greatest gaine my friend and eke my fo And doubtfull though to some to scan this case may séeme Yet you I know no wisedome want much déeper doubts to déeme Wherefore I will omit my minde at large to tell Lest by the way some watchman lay to ring the larome bell Such spightfull spiders snares I aye doe seeke to shonne As not the foolishe flie betraies but greater harmes haue done Who pufte with poyson strong like Momus mates doe still Some discorde cause and bate in place where else might grow good will But let them worke their worste looke what I haue profeste If you commaunde I will performe I spare to speake the rest And so I doe conclude and cease my ragged rime As he that skill of schoole doth want Pernasus mount to clime To his Friend R. H. WIth hatefull hawtie haunt not For dainefull dizards daunt not For witlesse vaunters faint not For truthlesse taunters taint not For spitefull spiders spare not For curious carpers care not But Hussie as thou hast begunne Holde on thy race in vertue runne The Louer to his L. THe fierie flames that fast on me doe flowe The secret sighes that wast my wofull brest The ysie colde I féele like flakes of snowe The hidden harmes that breede my great vnrest By fancies force doe cause such troublous tyde That ship now shakes which late in roade did ride Answere WHere reason rules affection fonde doth flie And bewties beames no bitter bale may breed Where wisedome will by vertues skill doth tie Cupidoes flames are quenched forth with spéed Let reason then thy will by wisedome guide So shalt thou safely shonne this trembling tide Golde corrupteth THough most where welth doth flowe Men fayning friendship showe Yet faythfull friend in déede Is knowne in time of neede Aunswere BUt nowe we féele and finde A thing to true in déede Where man be foe or friende The Golde and goods shall speede For vertues all are shut Unto the lower place And money loft is put Eche learned head to face If money none thou hast Thou art not worth a flie Thy credit cleane is past All vertues husht doe lie A learned man but poore Is counted doting foole Wise Virgill stands at dore To goe againe to schoole Yet once I hope to sée All money go for drosse And vertue high to bée To winne hir wrongfull losse A Poesie EStéeme a friend Let vertue crease In friendly minde Sometime is