Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	heaven_n	life_n	live_v	8,611	5	5.4859	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09528	The second part of Hero and Leander Conteyning their further fortunes. By Henry Petowe.	Petowe, Henry.	1598 (1598)	STC 19807; ESTC S120613	11,002	29

bright gaze I wonted to renew My liueles life when life was almost done Done is my life and all my pleasure done For he is gone in whome my life begun Vnhappie I poore I and none as I But pilgrim he poore he that should be by MY loue exil'd and I in prison fast Out streaming teares breake into weeping raine He too soone banisht I in dungeon-cast He for me mourneth I for him complaine He's banished yet liues at libertie And I exil'd yet liue in miserie He weepes for me far off I for him here I would I were with him and he more nere BVt this imprisoning caue this woefull cell This house of sorrow and increasing woe Griefes tearie chamber where sad care doth dwell Where liquid teares like top fil'd Seas doe flow Beating their waues gainst still relentles stone Still still they smile on me and I still mone I weepe to stone and stone of stone I finde Colde stone colde comfort yeilds oh most vnkinde OFt haue I read that stone relents at raine And I impleat their barren wombe with store Teares streaming downe they wet and wet againe Yet pittilesse they harden more and more And when my longing soule lookes they should sonder I touch the flintie stone and they seeme stronger They stronge I weake alas what hope haue I Hero wants comfort Hero needs must die WHen the melodious shrill toung'd Nightingale With heauie cheere had warbled this sad tale Nights drowsie God an iuorie Cannopie Curtaines before the windowes of faire beautie Drown'd thus in sleepe she spent the wearie night There leaue I Hero in a heauie plight Now to the woefull Pilgrime I returne Whose passions force the gentle birdes to mourne The see Leander weepe with heauie note They faintly singe as when they singe by rote While he gan descant on his miserie The pretie fowles doe make him melodie Leanders complaint of his restles estate BRight Heauens immortall mouing Spheares and Phaebus all diuine Rue on lowe Earths vnfained teares that issue from Earths eyne Eyes were these no eyes whilst eies eye-sight lasted but these darke eyes cleere sight sad sorrow wasted WHat creature liuing liues in griefe that breathes on Tellus soile But Heauens pitie with reliefe saue me a slaue to spoyle Spoyle doe his worst spoyle cannot spoile me more Spoyle neuer spoyl'd so true a Loue before THe stricken Deere stands not in awe of blacke grym irefull Death For he findes hearbes that can withdrawe the shaft to saue his breath The chased Deere hath soile to coole his heate The toyled Steed is vp in stable set THe sillie Owles lurke in the leaues shine Sunne or nights Queene whether The Sparrowe shrowdes her in the eaues from stormes of huffing weather Fowles comfort finde Leander findes no friend Then comfortlesse Leanders life must end BY this it pleas'd the smiling browes of Heauen Whose deadly frownes him erst of ioy beryuen To set a period to Leanders toyle Hauing enioy'd that long desired soyle When he had viewd the stately territories And Delphos sacred hie erected towers Vnto Apollo's Oracle he goes In hope to finde reliefe for many woes He craues long lookt-for rest or else to die To whome the Oracle gan thus reply The Oracle He loueth thine that loues not thee His loue to thine shall fatall bee Vpon suspect she shalbe slaine Vnles thou doe returne againe THese harsh according rimes to mickle paine Did but renewe Leanders woes againe Yet as he might with Fortunes sweet consent He gins returne all dangers to preuent Within short time at Sestos he ariueth On Loues light winges desire Leander driueth Desire that longs to view a blessed end Of Loue and Fortune that so long contend This backe retired Pilgrime liu'd secure And in vnknowen disguise he did indure Full two moneths space vntill the time drew nie To free faire Hero or inforce her die The date outworne of the prefixed day When combatants their valour should display All thinges prepar'd as blazing fame reported T'were wonder to behould how men resorted Knights neighboring by and Ladies all diuine Darting daies splendour from their Sunne-like eyne Spectatum veniunt veniunt spectantur vt ipsae But wanting faire they come to gaze on beautie Beautie faire Heauens beautie worlds wonder Hero whose beautie keepes all beautie vnder This faire fac't beautie from a fowle fac't cell A loath-some dungeon like to nights darke hell At the fell Dukes commaund in open view Was sent for on whose neuer spotted hew Earths mortall soules doe feed and gaze vpon her So long they gaze that they doe surfet on her For when this Earthes admir'd immortall Sunne To peepe from vnder sable hould begun Like as the pearcing eye of cloudie Heauen Whose sight the blacke thicke cloudes haue quite beriuen But by the huffing windes being ouerblowen And all their blacke expeld and ouerthrowen The day doth gin be iocond secure playing The faire of Heauen his beautie so displaying So when the fairest Hero did begin Whilome yclad in darknes blacke tan'● skin To passe the noysome portall of the prison Like to the gorgeous Phaebus newly risen She doth illuminate the morning day Clad in a sable Mantle of blacke Say Which Hero's eyes transformed to faire white Making the lowring-morne darke pure light As many mortall eyes beheld her eies As there are fierie Tapors in the skies As many eyes gaz'd on faire Hero's beautie As there be eyes that offer Heauen dutie As many seruitors attended on her As Venus seruants had to waite vpon her Though by the sterne Duke she was dishonored Yet of the people she was honored Mong'st whome exil'd Leander all vnseene And all vnknowne attended on his Queene When to the neere-adioyning pallaice gate The place appointed for the Princely combate They did approch there might all eies behold The Duke in armour of pure beaten gold Mounted vpon a Steed as white as snow The proud Duke Euristippus Hero's foe Hero being seated in rich Maiestie A seruile hand-mayd to Captiuitie From whence she might behold that gentle Knight That for her sake durst hazard life in fight For this was all the comfort Hero had So many eyes shed teares to see her sad Her hand-maide hope perswaded her some one Vndaunted Knight would be her Champion Yet since her Lord Leander was not nie She was resolu'd eyther to liue or die But her Leander carefull of his loue Intending loues firme constancie to proue Yf to his lot the honour did befall Withdrew himselfe into the Pallaice hall Where he was armed to his soules content And priuily conducted to a tent From whence he issu'd foorth at trumpets sound Who at the first encounter on the ground Forced the mazed Duke sore panting lie Drown'd in the ryuer of sad extacie At length reuiuing he doth mount againe Whome young Leander in short time had slaine The Duke quite dead this all vnknowne young Knight Was foorthwith made the heire of Sestos right The Princesse Hero set at libertie Kept by the late dead Duke in miserie Whose constancie Leander gan to proue And now anew begins to court his loue To walke on ground where danger is vnseene Doth make men doubt where they haue neuer been As blind men feare what footing they shall finde So doth the wise mistrust the straungers minde I strange to you and you vnknowen to me Yet may not loue twixt vs two grafted bee What I haue done for Hero's loue was done Say then you loue and end as I begun I hazard life to free thy beauties faire From Tyrants force and hellish soule dispaire Then sacred Faire ballance my good desart Inrich my soule with thy affecting hart Hero repli'd to rue on all false teares And forged tales wherein craft oft appeares To trust each fained face and forcing charme Betrayes the simple soule that thinks no harme Not euery teare doth argue inward paine Not euery sigh warrants men doe not faine Not euery smoke doth proue a present fier Not all that glisters goulden soules desire Not euery word is drawen out of the deepe For oft men smile when they doe seeme to weepe Oft malice makes the minde to powre forth brine And enuie leakes the conduits of the eyne Craft oft doth cause men make a seeming showe Of heauie woes where griefe did neuer growe Then blame not those that wiselie can beware To shun dissimulations dreadfull snare Blame not the stopped eares gainst Syrens songe Blame not the minde not mou'd with falshood tonge But rest content and satisfied with this Whilst true Leander liues true Hero's his And thy Leander liues sweete soule sayde he Praysing thy all admired chastitie Though thus disguis'd I am that banisht Knight That for affecting thee was put to flight Hero I am Leander thy true phere As true to thee as life to me is deere When Hero all amazed gan reuiue And she that then seem'd dead was now aliue With kinde imbracements kissing at each straine She welcoms him and kisses him againe By thee my ioyes haue shaken of dispaire All stormes be past and weather waxeth faire By thy returne Hero receaues more Ioye Then Paris did when Hellen was in Troy By thee my heauy doubts and thoughts are fled And now my wits with pleasant thoughts are fed Feed sacred Sainct on Nectar all diuine While these my eyes quoth he gaze on thy eyne And euer after may these eyes beware That they on strangers beautie neuer stare My wits I charme henceforth they take such heede They frame no toyes my fancies new to feede Deafe be my eares to heare another voice To force me smile or make my soule reioyce Lame be my feete when they presume to moue To force Leander seeke another loue And when thy faire sweet faire I gin disgrace Heauen to my soule afford no resting place What he to her she vow'd the like to him All sorrowes fled their ioyes anew begin Full many yeares those louers liu'd in fame That all the world did much admire the same Their liues spent date and vnresisted death At hand to set a period to their breath They were transform'd by all diuine decrees Into the forme and shape of two Pine trees Whose Natures such the Faemale pine will die Vnles the Male be euer planted by A map for all succeeding times to come To view true-loue which in their loues begun FINIS Qualis vita finis ita

or when my haires be gray Goe I to heauen to earth or else to hell Thrall or at large aliue where so I dwell On hill or dale or on the foaming flood Sicke or in health in euill fame or good Thine will I be and onely with this thought Content thy selfe although my chance be naught Thus parted these two louers full of woes She staies behinde on pilgrimage he goes Leaue we a while Leander wandring Knight To Delphos taking his all speedie flight That by the Oracle of Apollo His further Fortunes he may truely knowe TRue-loue quite bannisht lust began to pleade To Hero like a scholler deepely reade The flaming sighes that boyle within my brest Faire loue quoth he are cause of my vnrest Vnrest I entertaine for thy sweet sake And in my tent choose sorrow for my make Why dost thou frowne quoth he and then she turn'd Oh coole the fainting soule that flaming burn'd Forc't by desire to touch thy matchles beautie To whome thy seruant vowes all reuerent dutie With that her irefull browes clowded with frownes His soule already drencht in woes sea drownes But floating on the waues thus he gan say Flint harted Lady canst thou be so coy Can pittie take no place is kinde remorce Quite bannisht quite fled then gan he to be horce Vnable to exclaime against her longer Whose woe lament made Hero's hart more stronger Hero that gaue no eare to her commaunder But euer weepes for her exil'd Leander And weeping sore among'st her liquid teares These words she spake wherewith her sorrow weares The piller perisht is whereto I lent To my vnhap for lust away hath sent Of all my Ioy the verie barke and rinde The strongest stay of my vnquiet minde And I alas am forc't without consent Dayly to mourne till death doe it relent Oh my Leander he is banished From his sweete Hero's sight he is exiled Oh yee iust heauens if that heauen be iust Raine the vnbridled head of hautie lust Make him to stoope that forceth others bend Bereaue his ioyes that rest me of my friend I want my selfe for Hero wants her loue And where Leander is my selfe doth moue What can I more but haue a woefull hart My minde in woe my body full of smart And I my selfe my selfe alwayes to hate Till dreadfull death doe ease my dolefull state The angry Duke lay listning to her words And till she ends no speech at all affords Vntill at length exclaiming gainst her kinde Thus he breath'd foorth the venome of his minde Oh timerous taunters that delights in toyes Iangling iesters depriuers of sweete ioyes Tumbling cock-boats tottering too and fro Grown'd of the graft whence all my griefe doth grow Sullen Serpents enuiron'd with despight That ill for good at all times doth requite As Cypresse tree that rent is by the roote As well sowen seede for drought that cannot sprout As braunch or slip bitter from whence it growes As gaping ground that raineles cannot close As fish on lande to whome no water flowes As flowers doe fade when Phaebus rarest showes As Salamandra repulsed from the fier Wanting my wish I die for my desire Speaking those words death seiz'd him for his owne Wherewith she thought her woes were ouerthrowne Hero so thought but yet she thought amisse Before she was belou'd now findes no blisse Duke Archilaus being sodaine dead Young Euristippus ruled in his stead The next succeeding heire to what was his Then Hero's woes increast and fled all blis Looke how the sillie harmeles bleati●● lambe Bereft from his kinde make the gentle dam Left as a pray to Butchers crueltie In whome she findes not any drop of mercie Or like a warriour whom his Souldiors flies At his shrill eccho of his foes dread cries He all vnable to withstand so many Not hauing wherewith to combat nor any Assured friend that dares to comfort him Not any way for feare dares succour him But as a pray he yeildes to him he would not Yf he had helpe but helplesse striue he could not So far'd it with the meeke distressed Hero That sweet Leander bannished her fro She had no Hercules to defend her cause She had no Brandamore disdaining lawes To combat for her safetie this sweet Io Had no kinde Ioue to keepe her from her foe This Psiches had no Cupid loue was bannisht And loue from loue exild loue needs must famish Wood Euristippus for his brothers death Like as a toyled huntsman wanting breath Stormeth that bad chance in the games pursute Should cause him panting rest as dead and mute Or like sad Orphey for Euridi●e Whom Cerberus bereft so hastilie Like to the thundering threates of Hercules The worldes admired Prince the great Alcides When Nessus got the height of his desire By rauishing his fairest Deianire Such was his ire ●●d more if more may be Which he gainst Hero breathed spightfully Thou damned hag thus gan he to exclaime Thou base borne Strumpet one of Circes traine Durst thou presume poore sillie simple flie With Venum's force to force an Aegle die What though my brother Leander bannished Must he by thee therefore be poysoned Die cursed wretch with that he cast her from him And would not suffer her to looke vpon him The still amazed Lady musing stood Admiring why the Duke should be so wood Humbly she prostrates her at Angers feete And with downe dropping teares like liquid sleete She watereth the Summer thirstie ground Weeping so long she fell into a sound Againe reuiued by the standers by She doth intreate them to resolue her why Duke Euristippus wrongeth her so much As to dishonour her with such a touch Well know the Gods my guiltlesse soule quoth she Was Archilaus poysoned by me Yf so Iust heauens and immortall powers Raine vengeance downe in all consuming showers And cause that Hero that was counted faire Like a mad hellish furie to dispaire The more she weepes the more the heauens smile Scorning that beautie should take any soile Iuno commaunded Argos to defend her But Iupiter would not so much befriend her Argos starke dead sweet Hero might not liue For of her life the Duke will her depriue Her doome was thus ere three moneths date tooke end If she found none that would her cause defend Vntimely death should seize her as a pray And vnresisting life should death obay Meane time within a rocke-fram'd castle strong She was imprisoned traytors vile among Where discontented when she should haue rested Her foode bad fare with sighes and teares she feasted And when the breathlesse horses of the Sunne Had made their stay and Luna had begun With cheerefull smyling browes to grace darke night Clad in blacke sable weedes for want of light This all alone sad Lady gan to play Framing sweet musick to her welladay The'ffect whereof this Sonnet plainely showes The fountaine whence springs Hero's heauie woes Hero's lamentation in Prison NIghts mourning blacke and mistie vailing hew Shadowes the blessed comfort of the Sunne At whose