Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	king_n	young_a	youthful_a	18	3	10.2443	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11434	Virtus post funera viuit or, Honour tryumphing over death Being true epitomes of honorable, noble, learned, and hospitable personages. By VVilliam Sampson.; Virtus post funera vivit.	Sampson, William, 1590?-1636.	1636 (1636)	STC 21687; ESTC S110636	32,683	73

blood Thrice happy he that so departed hence In lambe-like patience Sacred innocence Before he ever tastes earths pompous drosse So to gaine heaven a happy saint like losse Conspir'd you all did you oh fates conspire To crop this goodly tender growing spire Did you and death Herodian like agree To worke on innocents a Tragedie Could no low Brambles but the talest Tree In all the forrest give satietie To your dire vengeance is Bloud Honors State At no more price then Birthes of meaner rate Since Adams mourn'd fall was there noe degrees No diff'rence in bloud no diversities 'Twixt Kinges and Cottagers no not with death His paile-eyd horse rides mortals out of breath And 't is small wonder for 't is often seene Rough Winter blowes upon the Summers Queene The youthfull Spring growne almost to his prime By Northren blasts does instantly decline Both ould and young are equall in degrees For death saies mortalls are but Natures fees She keepes her Courtes At her exchequor day All must receive or if they owe all pay Her rowles are open every man may read Her just allowance how her pathes to tread And he that derogates from her behests Is streight way summond to her court of questes Somtimes her tearmes she warily rejournes Making the dead tree live that sadly mourns Lives sap being spent contrarily The plant new grafted she makes for to dy As she has done this noble Impe of fame Just when his lives bright candle 'gan to flame Life like a Taper that gives others sight Consumes and wasts in lending its owne light For all estates at Deathes shrill Trumpets call In her star-chamber must be personall The bodys goods as beauties strength and health Which alwayes are esteemd the bodys wealth And eke the soules as manners milde and art Which still doe governe mans diviner part Also the wills as Justice Wit and Vertue Which unto her as attributes are due Are of no prise nor vigor in the scale For when death comes there 's nothing can prevaile His bounds are boundlesse his malitious Ire Is like an Aetna or consuming fire All mortalls are his buts all lives the aime At which he shootes and never loses game Death 's an engrosser still say what man list He scornes his lawes is a monopolist What greater malice could a Tyrant showe That had the whole world set his gesse to goe Where he might finde soules pinch'd with poverty That s●de and prai'd each minute for to die Sape-gode usurers that ne're did make An honest act for Law or conscience sake These were no diet for thee mischiefes sonnes The aptest are for thy companions Those second helpes which Nature does bestow Which in her treasury of Earth still grow Ordaind for mankinde could not physicke make From her large store one compound that would take His dainty palat no 't was then in vaine For he did Physicks helpe and life disdaine And like a man enforced for to goe A longer journey then he first did know Cries Doctor spare thy physicke for to day To morrow I 'le take all and thee obey Sweet divinity when so sweet a child Reproves Hippocrates with speeches milde Presageing that his Esculapian Was absolute his soules Physitian Yet knew not he to sinne his tender yeeres Though all were borne in sin that ambage cleares His mothers griefes and honourd fathers praires Vnpenetrable were in thy dull eares Thou hast no hart and pity cannot enter In any bosome where there 's no center Dull is my Muse yet my prophetique fire That slowly flames burnes constant in desire To quench thy malice monster now I see Why thou hewdst downe this goodly growing Tree This Princely lovely gall-lesse harmelesse dove Mirrour of infancy patience and love I 've found the cause of thy invetraterage Thou killd'st his brother 'bout the selfe same age And 'cause the Conquerour of Brittains Ile Was nam'd William famous'd for his stile Therefore successively thy malice runnes To kill two Williams natures champions For as th' one Phoenix out of flames did rise The other Phoenix into Ashes flyes And like Joves Eagle leaves this vale of Earth Mounting Elizium for a second birth Where death nor time nor envy candeface Nor ought diminish of his heavenly grace Farewell blest babe lawrell decks thy browes Deathes live'ry ours the saddest cipres boughes Epitaph on the same REader behold a wonder here A childe here lyes that did not f●are Pale death 〈◊〉 hee valiantlie Spurnd fate death and destinie Warriour-like he met his soe The aged wretch dares not doe soe See what a guarde has innocence O're all it beares preeminence It loves not life cares not for breath It conquers sinne Hell Paine and Death It is the Sword and Shield of Faith The just man there his ground-forme laith Then happy thou bless'd honour'd jem Sweet morning Starre bright Diadem Th' ast gainde a Conquest by thy fall For Earth the Heavens high tribunall Death surely was in love with thee Cybele on Atys doated so did hee Her love transform'd him to a Pine Soe death did thee 'mongst pow'res divine Marble will moulder thy name will live And harbour unto vertue give Then Reader underneath doth lie As much Innocence as could die On the well learned and truely noble Gentleman Sir PETER FRETCHVILLE of Stalie COttons great fame learning birth and worth The Genti of our Nation hath set forth And worthily compared him to a booke Writ by the thrice three maids On which to looke Is full perfection why may not we Renown●d Peter reade thy Historie Each word containd a subject every line Was worth a Kingdome that was all Divine His body natures noblest frame was strong His silver haires proclaimd him ever young The Graces throng'd together him to court Nay you would sweare this man was vertues foart Where learning bounty courage met in one Striveing to place themselves in vertues Throne There all the lies of goodnes joyntly grew Dressing themselves to render merit due Each limbe of him each arter nerve and veine Did in themselves a Microcosme containe There charity in her rich robe was dress'd Here liberality at full express'd VVithin his bosome there lay aptitude And there sat bounty kissing fortitude Hospitality almost dead and gone He did againe bring to perfection Adorning her in Heavens Skie colloured hue For poverty is characterd in blue She at his gates was answerd every day Before she knock'd she had her Almes and pay Where others stretch their lands as men wrest cloth Stretching it on the tenter-hookes when both The Farmer and the keeper cursing cry Their hands are barrd from publicke charity Yet then this Nestor of experience Tooke pity on his tennants indigence The third part he enjoyd he had no more Such Land-lords never did make Tennants poore Aged he was if reckond by his yeeres But you would deeme him young seeing his haires More white then Snow or Milke his gratefull worth Got him the name of white Knight of the North His