Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	know_v	life_n	lord_n	8,945	5	3.7338	3	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B00705	The wofull lamentation of Edward Smith, a poore penitent prisoner in the iayle of Bedford, which he wrote a short time before his death. To the tune of, Daintie come thou to me.		1628-1629? (1629)	STC 22655; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.7[367]	1,259	1

The wofull lamentation of Edward Smith a poore penitent prisoner in the Iayle of Bedford which he wrote a short time before his death To the tune of Daintie come thou to me I Am a Prisoner poore Opprest with miserie O Lord do thou restore that faith which wants in me In woe I waile and weep In griping grief I cry In dungeon darke and deep In fetters fast I lie Sighing I sit and moane My foule offences all My loathsome life is knowne which makes me liue in thrall Ned ●mith I am the wight In prison that remaines Tormented day and night with bands and iron chaines My ioyes are turnd to nought My hopes are worne away My wickednesse hath wrought my downe-fall and decay Those gifts that God gaue me My wants for to supply Abused much I haue to please my fantasie My name I did deny In Baptisme giuen me That Sacrament whereby regenerate I should be No wit nor strength may serue The Law to satisfie For death I do deserue in right and equity For I offended haue Nobles of hie degree What fauour can I craue for life or liberty But hope of life is past My acts so hainous be And liberty is lost till death doe set me free All men both old and young Which are at liberty And heare my dolefull song example take by me Be true and trust in God Fly theft and vice eschew Lest Gods most heauie rod correct your deeds untrue Would I had nere bin borne To do such wicked déeds Which makes me liue in scorne and shame that sore excéeds But that which passed is I cannot now recall My sinnes and my amisse O Lord forgiue them all Woe worth ill company Fie on that filthy crue Accurst the day may be that euer I them knew If life and death were set Before me for to chose Though I might pardon get my life first would I lose Then runne that wicked race And doe as I haue done Sweet Iesus giue me grace that life so lewd to shun Farewell my louing wife Who sought to turn my minde And make me mend my life thy words full true I finde Farewell my children all My tender Babes adue Let this your Fathers fall be warning good for you Deare wife and infants three Serue God remember this That you true subiects be though I haue done amisse Farewell my musick swéet And Cittorn siluer sound Mourning for me is méet my sinnes do so abound O Lord on bended knees And hands lift vp on hie Cast on me gracious eies with grace my wants supply Lay not unto my charge The thinges that I haue done Though I haue runne at large and plaid the vnthrift sonne Yet now I do repent And humbly come to thee My sinnes I do lament swéet Iesus comfort me O Lord I do Lament And onely ioy in thee To praise thée day and night for thou redeemedst me Lord saue our royall King Whose prisoner poore am I Prolong his daies on earth with fame and victory Against his Maiestie I haue offended sore Committing Felony and now I die therefore A dolefull death God knowes Which once I did defie Thus must I end my woes which I take patiently By thee O Sauiour swéet In heauen I hope to rest In ioy where I shal méet those foules whom thou hast blest Where we shall sing thy praise O God with voyce high When I shall end my dayes and liue eternally FINIS Printed by the Assignes of Thomas Symcock