Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	good_a	life_n	sin_n	13,827	5	4.6650	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A14380	A prospectiue glasse to looke into heauen, or The cœlestiall Canaan described Together with the soules sacred soliloquie, and most ardent desire to be inuested into the same. Sung in a most heauenly hymne, to the great comfort of all good Christians, by the Muses most vnworthy, Iohn Vicars.	Vicars, John, 1579 or 80-1652.	1618 (1618)	STC 24698; ESTC S111547	48,107	79

Trine-one Sitting in glorie in his glistring Throne With blessed Saints and Angels comitated With all the heauenly Hoast of Soule-beáted Prophets Apostles Patriarchs of old The noble band of Martyrs stour and bold Our Parents Wiues our Children Kindred Friends Yea all to whom Christs sauing health extends All of them clad in blisse coelestiall All shining bright in ioy Angelicall Where in the presence of their heau'nly King They Halleluiah Halleluiah sing To him that sitteth on the Throne most high Making a most harmonious Melodie With sacred sugred Notes and heau'nly Songs Singing the praise which to the Lambe belongs This being their especiall exercise Their pleasant practice customarie guise Still to behold the Lords most beautious face Burning with Loue of his most louely Grace Their mouthes still fill'd with praises of his name In magnifying his immortall fame Without all tediousnesse or intermission Protected alwayes by his blest tuition O there is infinite vn-vttered ioy Mirth without Mourning blisse without annoy Health without Sicknesse or pernicious humours Perfection without all Soule-tainting tumours Peace without Warre and Light without darknesse Loue without Hate beautie without palenesse Sweetnesse without all fulsome surfeiting Life without Death life ere continuing There are no sighes no sobs no penurie No hunger thirst but with saturitie No chilling killing frosts or least extremes No parching Sun-shine with hot piercing beames No will to Sinne no power to offend No enemie least mischiefe to intend Good Paul hath there no need to watch and pray To labour in the Word both night and day And good old Ierome then may cease t' afflict Himselfe so often by a life most strict To conquer his spirituall Enemie To ouerthrow th' old Serpents subtiltie For there 's all peace securitie and rest That peace which can by no meanes be exprest There 's all perfection sacred Light excelling All sorrow care darknesse and dread expelling O Life eternall holy Habitacle Heau'nly Ierusalem Saints Receptacle O amiable Citie of the Lord How should my Soule thy prayses due record What excellent rare things are said of thee What things are writ are hop't are found to bee In thee thou hast the seate of glorie sure That Good-Best Good-God ioy and solace pure Which farre exceeds the science and deepe sense Of humane reason and intelligence For which euen Legions of Professors good And godly Martyrs haue not spar'd their blood But with vn-daunted valiant courage haue Made Lyons Tigres Fire and Sword their Graue That after Death they might enioy that Crowne Those Palmes of peace of honour and renowne Wherewith thy Saints O blest Ierusalem Are happisi'd in happinesse supreme Walking as Kings in those most gorgeous streets Where each-one nought but perfect pleasure meets In streets I say more precious than pure gold Glistring with glorie wond'rous to behold The Gates of which most holy Habitation Are Pearles of peerlesse price and valuation Whose Wall is all of precious stones most pure Incomparably rich and strong t' endure There is that glorious Paradise coelestiall Surpassing Adams Paradise terrestriall Wherein are fluent Oily Riuers currents Faire Brooks of Butter and sweet Honny Torrents Replenished with Garden-walks and Bowers With Beds all wrought and fraught with fragrant Flowers Whose odoriferous rare varietie Affoord most various sweet amenitie Whose curious colours and whose louely greene Are alwaies fresh are alwaies springing seene There Hearts-ease Saffron Lillies and the Rose Doe sauour sent spring spire with sweet repose There are all spices Aromaticall T' affoord delight and cheere the Heart withall There is that soueraigne Balsum med'cinable For sent and salue most precious amiable All these in thee flourish without defect With these the Garlands of the Saints are deckt Without corruption they continue still And sprout and spring about this Sion Hill In thee 's that Peace of God which doth exceede Mans vnderstanding and faith-wauering Creede There is that glorie which doth all aduance Obnoxious neuer vnto Change or Chance There 's that eternall Light as sure as pure That Sunne of Righteousnesse for e're t' endure That white and bright blest Lambe of God most hie Who shewes and shines most cleere incessantly Which no time euer shall once terminate Nor no disastrous Chance extenuate There 's Day which neuer darknesse doth admit There in their Bowers of pleasure Saints doe sit There also is certayne Securitie There shalt thou find secure Eternitie There all rare Comforts from Heau'ns glorious King Successiuely successefully doe spring What e're the Soule can wish request desire Is there at hand without the least enquire What e're thou louest there is to be found Only what 's Ill comes not in this blest ground Oh then my Soule what pleasure infinite Oh what an Ocean of most sweet delight Yea what a most profound and pure Abysse Thus to behold the Lord of Lords is this Thus to behold with rauisht admiration The Lords bright face with sacred contemplation Yea with thine eyes to see what Faiths dimme eye On Earth was neuer able to espy Euen that eternall Trinitie most blest Which can by Man no sooner be exprest Than Austines seeming-Lad could powre or lade The mightie Ocean into th' Shell he made Without a bottome that his Shell to fill No sooner can I say Mans stupid Will Till his Corruption In-corruption bee This holy Mysterie cleerly know and see But when thou Mortall dost immortallize When Christ thy King thy Soule once Happy-fies Then shalt thou taste that God is good and gracious Then shalt thou liue in this his House most spacious Then shalt thou taste the Spring of Life most sweet Then in the Heau'ns thou shalt Christ Iesus meet Then shall thy Water of terrestriall griefe Be turn'd into the Wine of sweet reliefe Then shall thy Sobs be turned into Songs Then shalt thou triumph for thy worldly wrongs O then in that most sacred glorious sight Is to be found the Fulnesse of delight Of wisedome beautie riches knowledge pure Of happinesse for euer to endure Of goodnesse ioy and true Nobilitie Of treasure pleasure and felicitie Of all that merits loue or admiration Or worketh comfort or sure contentation Yea all the powers and powerfull faculties Of Soule and Body shall partake likewise Sall be sufficed with the full fruition Of Heau'ns eternall ternall glorious Vision God vnto all his sacred Saints shall bee Their Vniuersall sweet felicitie Contayning each particular delight Which may affect th' aspect of their blest sight Infinite both for number and for measure And without end shall be their endlesse pleasure To th' Eyes he shall be as a Mirrour cleere Melodious Musike to delight the Eare to th' Palate he shall be Mellifluous Mel Sweetspiring Balme for to refresh the Smell Vnto the Vnderstanding he shall bee A Light most bright and pure i' th' high'st degree To th' Will he shall be perfect Contentation To th' Memorie e'relasting

what thou maist thy selfe with ease procure Onely thy Heart 't is onely this he craues This giuen to God both Soule and Body saues Not that thy God is better by the same But thou ma●e blest to magnifie his Name 'T is onely thine not his good he desires And for this good he onely thanks requires Oh therefore silly simple sinfull Man What greater madnesse tell me if thou can Than such a proffer fondly to refuse Than Death for Life for Treasure Straw to choose For precious Liquor Fountayne-water good To hoose foule puddles stinking full of mud Oh more then mad-men thus to take more paine Head-long to run to Hell with might and maine Then euen the holyest Saints to goe to Heauen Who oft with treates and threats are thereto driuen But O my Soule thy Sauiours counsell take O doe not thou his bountie so forsake Goe buy of him giue Body Heart and all To purchase this rare Gem Angelicall And with that Royall-Shepherd Dauid say O thou my Soule trust in the Lord alway Yea in his Awe and Law take thou delight O like loue looke on this both day and night Let it be thy Arithmetike alwayes To take account and number out thy dayes A Deaths-head let thy chiefe Companion bee An Houre-glasse Remembrancer to thee Let thy chiefe studie be continually How to liue well and blessedly to die So shalt thou O my Soule most happy bee When thou of that blest Citie art made free When thou amongst that sacred Hierarchie Shalt sing sweet tones and tunes melodiously With Heau'ns Psalmodicall harmonious Quire Of Saints and Angels zealous hot as fire The Diapason of whose heau'nly Laies Doth warble forth Heau'ns due deserued praise Where thou being grac't and plac't in heau'nly state In precious pleasure ne're to terminate Being sweetly rap't in heau'nly Extasie Christs and his Churches Epithalamie My Sainted-Soule with sugred voice shall sing To God in Christ my Three One heau'nly King O happie Citizens enfranchis'd there O ioyfull Qu●risters singing so cleere Victorious Souldiers thus to be trans-planted Where Peace for Warre where Life for Death is granted Happie wert thou my Soule most truely blessed If thou wert once of this rare ioy possessed That then I might be fill'd but neuer sated With that rare sight which once initiated Shall last for aye without Times dissolution Shall be most specious without all pollution Therefore my Heart as Hart being chafte and chaced By furious Houn●s most nimbly tract and traced Desires the Water-Brooks his heate t' allay That so refresht he thence may scud away Euen so my Heart O Lord desires to see Those Crystall streames of Life which flow from thee Sighes sues pursues her Countrie to recouer Here abiect subiect too too triumpht ouer By my three fierce and furious Enemies Who seeke my Soule t' insnare and sin-su●prize Euen Satan that old Hunter and his Hounds The World the Fl●sh which giue my Soule deepe wounds Who more like rauening Wolu●s would faine deuoure And captiuate my Soule in hellish power But thy preuenting Grace O Spring of Grace Prese●●e● my Soule dis-nerues their horrid chace And as a Bird out of the Fowlers Grin Or as Noes Doue looking to be let-in Into the Arke of thine eternall Rest My tyred Soule is vnto thee addrest My Soule with worlds encumbrances oppressed Desires O Lord to be by thee refreshed My Soule doth thirst and hasteth to draw neere And longs before thy presence to appeare O Tree of Life O euer-liuing Spring Whose laud and praise the heau'nly Hoast doe sing O when shall I come and appeare in sight Of thee the Sunne of righteousnesse most bright When shall my Soule by thine All-sauing hand Be led with ioy from forth this Desert Land When shall I leaue this Wildernesse of wo Wherein my Soule is tossed to and fro I sit alone as on a house the Sparrow I●h ' Vale and Dale of Teares feares sighes and sorrow O leade deare Christ my Loue-sicke Soule by th' hand From this vast Wildernesse drie thirstie Land To thy ●●ne-C●llers that I there may taste Of th● W●n●-fl●●ons thou prepared hast Comfort me with the Apples of thy Grace W●●h thy Hi● Manna strengthen my weake case With heau'nly Milke and Honny Lord make glad My heart which worlds afflictions hath made sad O let me once from Wisedomes sacred Lip Coelestiall Nard and Rosean Liquor sip Yea l●● me satiate mine in-satiate thirst With that sweet Milke wherewith thy Saints are nourc't I thirst O Lord I thirst thou art the Well O quench my thirst and let me with thee dwell I hunger Lord I hunger thou art Bread Euen Bread of Life O let my Soule be fed I seeke thee Lord yet still I goe astray Through High-wayes By-wayes yet I misse the way Thou art O Lord the perfect Way and Dore My Soule will follow if thou goe before Direct my feete to leaue the paths of Sin Ope glories Gate and let my Soule goe in Let it be Riches to me to possesse thee Let it be Glorie to me to confesse thee Let it be Clothes Christ Iesus to put on Let it be Food his Word to feed vpon Yea let it be my Life to liue and die For Christ my King and for his Verilie So shall my Riches be to me eternall So shall my Glorie be with Christ supernall So shall my Clothing still be faire and new So shall my Foode be Manna heau'nly Dew So shall my Life ne're fade but euer Spring Being still preseru'd by Christ my Lord and King But oh alas when shall I see that day That Day of gladnesse neuer to decay That Day of Iubile when all are glad That Day when all reioyce none can be sad Whose endlesse time and neuer fixed date Eternitie shall ne're exterminate That Saints blest Birth-Day which shal ne're haue Euening That Lasting Day to which no Night giues ending That rare Grand-Iubile that Feast of Feasts Sabbath of Sabbaths endlesie Rest or Rests To which least Care shall neuer dare come neere Wherein the Saints shall shake off palid feare O pure O pleasant most desired Day Of that eternall springing Moneth of May In which my Soule shall euermore reioyce In which my Soule shall heare that happy Voyce Enter blest Soule into thy Masters ioy Enter into sweet rest without annoy Enter into the House of Christ thy King Where Peace and Pl●ntie Mirth and Ioy doe spring Where thou shalt find things most to be admired Where thou shalt haue what most thy Soule desired Ioyes infinitely numberlesse I say And various pleasures infinitely gay Vnspyable vnspeakable by Man Immutable inscrutable to scan Where I thy Soule will feed will feast will fill Feede with spiritual food of my blest Will Feast with the dainties of delight most pure And fill with glorie which shall e're endure Enter I say and heare that melodie Which comprehends datelesse festiuitie Where