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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	hell_n	sin_n	sting_n	5,056	5	11.5139	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05409	Threnodia in obitum D. Edouardi Lewkenor Equitis, & D. Susannae coniugis charissimæ. = Funerall verses vpon the death of the right worshipfull Sir Edvvard Levvkenor Knight, and Madame Susan his Lady With Deaths apologie, and a reioynder to the same.	Lewkenor, Edward, Sir, d. 1618.	1606 (1606)	STC 15561; ESTC S109434	22,683	58

which did you all expell Two wayes there lie one kept with brandish't flame Of Angels sword no mortall wight may passe the same But I am Porter to that other gate Straight is the wicket nor without my leaue May force or skill winne enterance thereat O foolish men what madnesse doth bereaue Your better wits which ought of Death to craue That through that happy gate you might free passage haue As wandring Pilgrime from his natiue soile With many weary steps which long hath strayed And in his iourney found but paine and toile And dangers derne that haue him oft dismayed How gladly doth he climbe the welcome raft That to his countrey soone and safely shall him waft O men your life is but a Pilgrimage Heauen is your natiue seat of blessednesse This world here yeelds you sorry herbigage Sweat Sorrow sicknesse Paine all wretchednesse Mine is that only Barge that through Gods grace Shall faire and well transport you to your dwelling place Were 't not well done to leaue you heere behind That loue your exile like your misery And cast your countries care all out of mind But for the Soueraigne Maiesties decree Which bids me bring your liues all to one end And send to Hell such as to Heauen will not wend. O if vnwieldy Age with stealing pase Approaching fast should cast vpon your backe His heauy burthen when your riue'ld face The former beauties painted pride should lacke When euery sense waxe dull eares deafe eyes dim Taste all vnsau'ry starke and stiffe each ioint and limbe How would ye then bewaile each weary day And wish ye rid at once out of your paine Why is this loathed light Thus would ye say On wretched wights alas bestow'd in vaine And life on such as no lifes ioy can haue Which long for Death which glad faine would find the graue As when the painfull labourer hath spent Some longer light of swelting Phoebus ray And faithfully hath paid the common rent Of sweating brow vnto this earthly clay To winne his bread how sweet a thing is sleepe That his forwearied limbes in dreamelesse rest doth steepe Such Sleepe is Death such Day this life of your The longer still more painfull than at first All is but toile full wast of troublous houres Yet of declining Age the last are worst But how would ye complaine of tedious day If neither Sun would go nor sleepe would come away Besides from these complaints what shall I tell That greater mischiefe whence I set you free No paine or torment were it that of Hell Is halfe such ill as Sinnes base slauerie Sathans by Sinne. O euer wretched men Till from this Death which only can Death rid you cleane This knew right well the paire you so lament With other Saints whose memories ye praise To whom the ioiful'st message could be sent From heauen was grant of what they wish't alwaies Soone to be loosed from these bonds of Sinne To be with Christ and soone eternall glory winne But you ô seruile kind rest well appaid With this your Bridewell nor that worthy name Ye all vnworthy beare which should vpbraid Your recreant thoughts doth ought vp lift the same To where your Sauiour loe aduan'ct on hie Doth glorious sit at Gods right hand in Maiesty There crown'd with him these two and all the rest Which while they liu'd prepar'd and wish't to die Are now secure of all that might infest Their blessed state of Sinne of misery You waile their Death they pity this your paine And would not be for all this world vndead againe Is this inough to cleare mine innocence And proue my good desert or haue ye ought Which heere against may make the least pretence Say hardly what you can But well bethought With Tragicke termes ye curs'd my cruelty Which both at once this vertuous paire haue done to die Thereto said some it was a sinnefull deed So vertuous part thus ill to recompence But this it prooues me thinks that greatest meede It is to vertue soone to go from hence If God be iust as sure he is the best Amongst rewards he giues vnto the worthiest Nor was that least reward which you complaine To pay with Curtuous duty Natures debt Was neuer any man that could maintaine To longer terme a point of vertue yet O goodly praise and euen to be enui'd These vertuously did when they liu'd and whiles they di'd And if such gaine it be to leaue this light And losse to liue though you account it gaine If fellowship in you encrease delight In sorrow somewhat mitigate the paine For them it was the best say what ye will To go together whether Death be good or ill Besides in truth these two by iust account In life but one both Flesh and Spirit were And as in lawes esteeme they did amount But to one person so they seem'd to beare One mind And wa' st not fit one Dust one Graue One Soule one Enterance into heauenly ioies should haue Farre be from Death such cruelty to part So one a paire to breake so euen a yoke Heere to themselues were wont to wish you dare Might neuer faile to hit them at one stroke Goe blessed Spirits yfere which louely late Were in your life nor in your death be separate But O base Earthwormes whether shall I call Boldnesse or madnesse rather this of your Dare you presume t' emplead the Lord of all Or aske a reason of that Soueraigne power Why this he doth or thus Because he will His pleasure 's iust and that shal be performed still That will of his I doe but execute As now to take this Lady and her Knight At once away His pleasure absolute Was such O cease this vn-approached light With feeble eies to view nigh not this flame Poore flies for feare your wings be sienged with the same And yet for Prouidence this let me say If that high Wisedome neede defence of me Why should ripe corne in field for haruest stay Or mellow Apple hang vpon the tree These two were ripe for heauen or neuer none The bough but touch't with gentle hand they fell alone What need more words If ought be done amisse Blame not the seruant for the Masters will I did mine office If such villanies As Murther Theft and Treason I haue still Detested If base Gaine hath not infect These guilty hands if of no crime I be detect O if I shew you Christ in glorious throne With him the Court of heauen where be my friends The Patriarchs and Prophets euery one Apostles Martyrs all which at their ends Long wished for before faire welcom'd me If through my meanes this paire with these now ioined be O men I craue no fauour doe me right Condemne not thus a guiltlesse innocent Or if ye thinke to spend your hateful'st spight On him that you least harme yet neuer ment O let me die loe heere when all is seid The surest proofe to die not il Death would be dead I know I

must And well I am content To leaue this thanklesse office what you men Account worst ill let be my punishment Soone let me die Crie lowder yet Amen But Sirs you must go first no remedy Whil'st any one of you's aliue Death cannot die Come then Who shall be first which to dispatch That Hangman Death through his owne noble hart To stabbe the Traitor will this dagger snatch Or with this halter lesse to feele the smart Will helpe to hang the Fellon speedily Or with himselfe empoison him more cunningly Thou hast deseru'd to die Take here this knife Do some iust thing aliue with edge or point And thou in this disgrace what boots thee life From yonder Tower thou mayst thy necke disioynt Thou know'st not how to liue why draw'st thou breath Needs must thou die chuse while thou maist some fairer death Thy dearest friend thy loue thy life is gone Vnfaithfull senselesse blocke why stai'st behinde Thy goods be lost why mak'st thou bootlesse mone Till beggerie or famine do thee finde O Coward wilt thou take this iniurie Without reuenge Or die or kill And kill and die Old man I know thou hast of life thy fill Die Die poore babe thy life begins with teares Die wretched men you call vpon me still You happie die whilest yet no ill appeares Die all that once the feare of Death were past T 's but a minutes while As good at first as last A REIOINDER TO Death O Subtill Death that would'st enmoue my minde To loath this life and from my pensiue brest Dislodge it selfe The stronger law of kinde A secret bond which can not be exprest Enchaines that with this body still to dwell I hate thee Death suppose that why I can not tell Yet if from God from whom none ill may be This life doe come 'ts good if that be ill Which good depriues for all thy Sophistry I know thee well The worke of Sathans will The wracke of Nature The first borne of Sinne Gods curse The wretchednesse we men be wrapped in Thou plead'st thou art an Officer No lesse Is Sathans selfe the cruell fiend of Hell Thy wicked words thy murthering mind expresse That would'st perswade weake men themselues to quell Traitour thou giuest no warning that we know Not thou that none thee trust but wisedome warneth so A threefold thiefe thou are which takest away Soule from the body body from the soule Both from the world And that which thou dost say To scuse thy coueteise I can controule By text of holy writ Three other moe To thee there beene whose greedinesse neuer saith ho. Art thou not partiall which alike do'st take Vnequals all why staies thy fatall blow From traiterous wretches first why do'st thou make The best thy marke God mercy would it so The best be fit for heauen the worst may mend So would his Iustice all our liues came to one end No thanke to thee well yet thou freest our life From many miseries So greater ill Secures the lesse As where the Plague is rise It ceaseth other sicknesse wilt thou still Vaunt from sinnes bondage how thou set'st vs free That honour's Christs vaine boaster 'ts no thanke to thee What Do the damned Ghosts from sinne surcease Or see they Christ or rest in heauenly blisse As true it is that these which now in peace Haue left this world which knew they should not misse Of better-changed life were friends to thee O no they wish't and longed for eternity And dar'st thou mention Christ with caytiue tongue Thine enemy thy conquerour thy death Or promise Paradise o filth and dung Which nigh infectest with thy noysome breath Those heauenly ioies So vaunted once the Flie She rais'd the dust whilest on the waine she pearch't on hie Thou lik'st Death well No wonder that at all Fooles loue themselues though riuals be away That passeth yet where thou do'st sadly call To helpe dispatch thee men themselues to slay Thy worth 's not such Nor we such fooles to die O subtile folly soone the feare of death to flie I can a better way than that I trow I will despise and scorne thy hurtlesse hisse Alas poore worme thy sting is gone I know Doe then thy worst Thy worst shal be my blisse I haue deseru'd to die And so I shall I must when God is pleas'd I am content withall Yet shall it not be vengance for my sinne Christ is my boot that neuer made offence His death or rather life shall enterance winne For me to Heauen when thou debar'd from thence Shalt headlong into lowest Hell be cast Go now and vaunt to giue the thing thou neuer hast As to the rest if in disgrace I be The more I 'le scorne thee If my state be base I 'le liue in spite of Death more bold more free Let them feare Death that stand in Fortunes grace Needs must I die what skils it when or how One life I haue let Tyrants take of that inough My friends are gone Their happinesse is more I 'le loue them in their issue left aliue O might I lead them their high steps t' adore Though far before and to their Fame suruiue My faith should well appeare though left behind If not their Death with griefe shall oftner come to minde My goods are lost No goods or els not mine I had not lost them had they beene mine owne Ill mote I thriue if for such losse I pine My patience left my state 's not ouerthrowne If I be wrong'd I 'le wreake me at my will I 'le take a noble vengeance and do good for ill What sayest thou Death Put on thy dreadfulst face And arme thy murthering hand with bloudy dart From vertues path I will not step a pace With God to friend all should it sticke my hart Thus liu'd this paire whose bodies dead here lie Thus di'd O Christ so let me liue so let me die Loe heere I meeke me to thy gouernance Lord of my life and death welcome thy will Thy souereigne wisdomes gracious purueyance Shall be my wish please thee to spare or spill If thy offence as greatest ill I flie That while I neither care nor feare to liue or die FINIS ERRATA Pag. 1. lin 2. vneath to p. 3. l. 4. bites the graue p. 12. l. 10. defletura p. 12. l. 17. supremos p. 13. l. 18. tantu'st p. 14. l. 11. it chorus p. 14. l. 18. mensis p. 15. l. 13. R. Theob p. 16. l. 3. vndique vos p. 16. l. 4. vndique deflent