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	time_n	10,018	5	3.6095	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10831	A handefull of pleasant delites containing sudrie new sonets and delectable histories, in diuers kindes of meeter. Newly deuised to the newest tunes that are now in vse, to be sung: euerie sonet orderly pointed to his proper tune. With new additions of certain songs, to verie late deuised notes, not commonly knowen, nor vsed heretofore, by Clement Robinson, and diuers others.	Robinson, Clement, fl. 1566-1584.	1584 (1584)	STC 21105; ESTC S110524	25,030	80

die ¶ Somtimes I spend the night to end in dolors and in woe Somtime againe vnto my pain my chiefest ioy doth grow When as in minde thy shape I finde as fancie doth me tell Whome nowe I knowe as proofe doth show I loued thée ouer wel ¶ How oft within my wreathed arme desired I to folde Thy Christall corps of whom I ioyed more dearer than of golde But now dosdaome dooth breede my paine and thou ●…anst not denie But that I loued thée ouer well that caused me to d●…e The 〈◊〉 that serut●… his 〈◊〉 will in 〈◊〉 here and there The moyling Horse that labours still his burthen great to 〈◊〉 In ●…ew of pain●… 〈◊〉 againe of him which did him owe As Natures heast 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and lea●…t them thank of 〈◊〉 of to show●… ¶ The Lyon and the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 as Nature doth then 〈◊〉 For 〈◊〉 like loue 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 gaine in Stories 〈◊〉 finde Those 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 both 〈◊〉 ●…ame of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 But thy reply willis 〈◊〉 to ●…ie that loued thee ouer 〈◊〉 ¶ Therfore my deare 〈◊〉 Darling 〈◊〉 ensample 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Which equally wi●…h 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 their louing 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And giue him 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 death we which loued 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ¶ Then shall thy 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 same where euer that they goe And wish for ay as for thy pay all Nestors yeares to know And I no lesse then all the rest should wish thée health for aye Because thou hast heard my request and saued me from decay A faithfull vow of two constant Louers To the new Rogero SHall distance part our loue or daily choice of chaunge Or sprites below or Gods aboue haue power to ma●…e vs straunge ¶ No nothing here on earth that kinde hath made or wrought Shall force me to forget goodwill so dearely bought ¶ And for my part I vow to serue for terme of life Which promise may compare with her which was Vlisses wife ¶ Which vow if I 〈◊〉 breake let vengeance on me fall Eche plague that on the earth may raigne I aske not one but all ¶ Though time may bréede suspect to fill your hart with ●…oyes And absence may a 〈◊〉 breede to let your wished ioyes ¶ Yet thinke I haue a 〈◊〉 and honesty to keepe And weigh the time your loue hath dwelt within my hart so deep ¶ And peise the words I spake and marke my countenance then And let not slip no earnest sigh if thou remember can ¶ At least forget no teares that trickled downe my face And marke howe oft I wroong your hand and blushed all the space ¶ Remember how I sware and strook therewith my brest In witnesse when thou partst me fro my heart with thée should rest ¶ Thinke on the eger lookes full loth to leaue thy sight That made the signes when that she list to like no other wight ¶ If this be out of thought yet call to minde againe The busie sute the much adoe the labour and the paine ¶ That at the first I had ●…re thy good will I gate And think how for thy loue alone I purchase partly hate ¶ But all is one with me my heart so setled is No friend nor foe nor want of wealth shall neuer hurt in this ¶ Be constant now therefore and faithfull to the end Be carefull how we both may do to be ech others friend ¶ Wish frée and cleane consent two hearts in one I knit Which for my part I vow to kéep and promise not to flit ¶ Now let this vow be kept exchange thy heart for mine So shal two harts be in one breast and both of them be thine A sorrowfull Sonet made by M. George Mannington at Cambridge Castle To the tune of Labandala Shot I Waile in wo I plunge in pain with sorowing sobs I do complain With wallowing waues I wish to die I languish sore whereas I lie In feare I faint in hope I holde With ruthe I runne I was too bolde As lucklesse lot assigned me in dangerous dale of destinie Hope bids me smile Feare bids me wéep My séelie soule thus Care doth kéep ¶ Yea too too late I do repent the youthful yeares that I haue spent The retch lesse race of carelesse kinde which hath bewitcht my woful minde Such is the chaunce such is the state Of those that trust too much to fate No braggiug boast of gentle blood What so he be can do thee good No wit no strength nor beauties hue No friendly sute can death eschue ¶ The dismall day hath had his wil And iustice seekes my life to spill Reuengement craues by rigorous law Whereof I little stood in a we The dolefull doom to end my life Bedect with care and worldlie strife And frowuing iudge hath giuen his doome O gentle death thou art welcome The losse of life I do not feare Then welcome death the end of care ¶ O prisoners poore in dungeon déep Which passe the night in slumbring sleep Wel may you rue your youthful race And now lament your cursed cace Content your selfe with your estate I mpute no shame to fickle fate With wrong attempts increase no wealth Regard the state of prosperous health And think on me when I am dead Whom such delights haue lewdly led ¶ My friend and parents where euer you be Full little do you thinke on me My mother milde and dame so déer Thy louing childe is fettred héer Would God I had I wish too late Been bred and borne of meaner estate Or else would God my rechlesse eare Had béen obedient for to heare Your sage aduice and counsel true But in the Lord parents adue ¶ You valiant hearts of youthfull train Which heard my heauie heart complain A good example take by me Which runne the race where euer you be trust not too much to bilbow blade nor yet to fortunes fickle trade Hoist not your sailes no more in winde Least that some rocke you chaunce to finde or else be driuen to Lybia land whereas the Barque may sinck in sand ¶ You students all that present be To view my fatall destinie would God I could requite your pain wherein you labour although in vain if mightie God would think it good to spare my life and vitall blood 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 your profered curtesie ●●…ld remaine most stedfastly Your seruant true in deed and word But welcome death as please the Lord. ¶ Yea welcome death the end of woe And farewell life my fatall soe Yea welcome death the end of strife Adue the care of mortall life For though this life doth fléet away In heauen I hope to liue for ay A place of ioy and perfect rest Which Christ hath purchaste for the best Til that we méet in heauen most hiest Adue farewell in Iesu Christ. A proper Sonet of an vnkinde Damsell to to her faithful Louer To the nine Muses THe ofter that I view and sée That pleasant face and faire beautie whereto my heart is bound The néer my Mistresse is to me My health

is farthest off I see and fresher is my wound Like as the flame doth quench by fire or streams consume by raigne So doth the sight that I desire appease my grief and paine Like a flie that doth hie and haste iuto the fire So in brief findes her grief that thought to sport aspire ¶ When first I saw those Christal 〈◊〉 I little thought on beauties beams swéet venom to haue found But wilful wil did prick me foorth Perforce to take my grief in woorth that causd my mortall wound And Cupid blind compeld me so my fruitlesse hope to hide Wherein remaind my bitter wo h●…hus stil he did me guide Then his dart to my hart he slung with cruell fist Whose poison fel I know right wel no louer may resist ¶ Thus vainly stil I frame my sute Of ill sowen seeds such is the frute experience doth it show The fault is hers the pain is mine And thus my sentence I define I hapned on a shrow And now beware ye yongmen all Example take by mée Least beauties bait in Cupids thrall do catch you priuily So stay you I pray you and marke you my great wrong Forsaken not taken thus end I now my song The Louer complaineth the absence of his Ladie wisheth for death To the new Almaine SIth spitefull spite hath spide her time my wished ioies to end And drowping dread hath driuen me now from my new chosen friend I can but waile the want of this my former ioie Sith spiteful force hath sought so long my blisse for to annoie ¶ But though it be our chance asunder for to be My heart in pawne til we do méet Shal stil remaine with thee And then we shall 〈◊〉 our sugred pleasures past And loue that loue that séekes no change whilst life in vs do last ¶ Perhaps my absence may or else some other let By choi●…e of change cause thée my déer out former loue forget And thou renounce the oth which e●…st thou vowdst to me My déerest blood in recompence thou sure s●…onldst shortly see A thousand sighs to sēd to thee I wil not let Ne to be waile the l●…sse of thee I neuer will forget But stil suppose I see the same before my face And louingly betwéen my armes thy corps I do embrace ¶ Thus fe●…d I fancie stil for lacke of greater ioy With such like thoughts which daily doth my wo●…ull heart annoy thus stil in hope I liue my wished ioies to haue And in dispaire oft time I wish my feeble Corps in graue ¶ This is the life I leade til I thée sée again And so wil do til dreadful death do seek to ease my paine whō rather I do wish by force to end in wo than for to liue in happie state thy loue for to forgo ¶ And thus farewell my déer with whom my heart shall rest Remember him that this did write sith he doth loue thée best And wil ●…il gréedie death my daies do shorten now Farewel my dear loe here my faith and troth to thee I vow Finis The Louer compareth him self to the painful Falcouer To the tune I loued her ouer wel THe soaring hawk from fist that flies her Falconer doth constraine Sometime to range the ground vnknown to find her out againe And if by sight or sound of vell his falcon he may sée wo ho he cries with cheerful voice the gladdest man is he ¶ By Lure then in finest sort he seekes to bring her in But if that she ful gorged be he can not so her win Although her becks and ven●…ing ele●… she manie proffers makes Wo ho ho he cries awaie she flies and so her leaue she takes ¶ This wofull man with wearie limmes runnes wandring round about At length by noise of chattering Pies his hawke againe found out His heart was glad his eies had seen his falcon swift of flight Wo ho ho he cries she emptie gorgde vpon his Lure doth light ¶ How glad was then the falconer there no pen nor tongue can tel He swam in blisse that lately felt like paines of cruel hel His hand somtime vpon her train somtime vpon her brest Wo ho ho he cries with chearfull voice his heart was now at rest ¶ My déer likewise beholde thy loue what paines he doth indure And now at length let pitie moue to stoup vnto his Lure A hood of silk and siluer belles new gifts I promise thee Wo ho ho I crie I come then saie make me as glad as hée FINIS