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	love_v	8,582	5	6.6638	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04975	The pleasaunt playne and pythye pathewaye leadynge to a vertues and honest lyfe no lesse profytable, then delectable. V.L.	Leigh, Valentine, fl. 1562.; Lynyng, Urban, attributed name.	1522 (1522)	STC 15113.5; ESTC S121899	32,141	48

men spillynge Finallye no filthier thinge is there or more detestable I say Then a man to be couetouse by any maner of way For whoso to that vile vice is once geuen To the blynde Mole I maye him wel lyken Which neither loueth desireth or any way knoweth Any other thynge then in thys vayne worlde groweth The wretche doth not see howe shorte and how frayle The life of man is and how death doth vs assayle Daylye ready to strike vs his bowe being bente With his deadly doubtfull darte then is to late to repente He nother spareth the younge the olde or any degre The riche the learned or the man in auctorytie The Lawer the Landlorde or the lacking poore man that wepith But withoute any difference he euery man stryketh And he is ofterymes nerest vs we dailie doo see When we mooste thincke him furthest of too bee But then my sonne these wordlie ryches here And these vaine goodes subiecte to blinde fortunes power Doo lytill esteme nor moche for them care For these thinges are none of thyne whatsoeuer they are Which either vnstable fortune hir pleasure too fulfill Doth geue graunte and plucke awaye at hir variable will Or which when thou dyest will no lenger abyde But to seke them newe maisters awaye soudainly thei doo slyde There bee other goodes which thou oughtest too acquyze And morche better ryches thou shouldest desyre Which with thee alwayes will remaine and endure Of whom neither fortune nor death hath power be thou sure These ought thou too heape vp for the night and daye Then in dede arte thou happie and riche euerye waie As for the reste which the commō people followe and magnifie Yf thou haue them as landes goodes catailles or moneye Lawfullie vse the same no man can forbide thee But thou oughtest to vse them with Iustice and modestie And also when thou maiest pytie the pouertie And neuer shutte thine eares at the crye of the nedie For who so with compassion wil not hear the crieng of the poore Shal crye him self and not be heard I am sure By releuinge the poore thou laiest vp in stoore A treasure in heauen to continue euermore Which neither canere can corrupte neither theues them cōuaie Thus heauely treasure for worldly trifles thou shalt haue another daye No man he is but a Wulfe that clemencye lacketh And which at other mens myserie no pitie taketh Or that refuseth too helpe his fellowe seruaunte here Seinge wee are all seruauntes to one Lorde and maister But of it shall happen the I saye a poore man too bee With pacient hearte beare and sustame the pouertie For the man that hath moche wee alwaye well see Is troubled and tossed with cares aboundauntlie Also he to whom fortune hath of goodes geuen stoore The hote hastye heate beginneth to aswage Then after fally foloweth frownynge frowarde repentaunce With sorow and shame fastnes bringing great greuaunce Therfore busily beware of it and thy mynde so moderate That this foule vyce in thy corage thou dilygently abate Pacience is a vertue of a wonderful strength And obtayneth the victory of eche thing at length The which godly gyft who so euer doth wante In hym all goodnes and grace of force must be scante And cruel he must nedes he and also to strife ful prone Which is not the nature of man but of beastes alone The prudent and good seketh chiefely for peasse And fearing greater mischie●●s wyll beare with the lesse Lest that a lytle sparke might encrease such a flame That great peryl it were agayne to quenche the same He that nothing wyll suffre nor his way warde wrath refrayne Must flee the company of al men we see playne And dwel alone in the wodes or mountaynes on hye Where no man may trouble hym nor he no body But he that wyll frequent and dwel amongest men Must learne to suffer dyspleasures now and then And brydle hys furye dissemblynge his yre And in his secrete brest quench the hote fyre Nor in any wyse may for euery lyght offence Violate the bondes of peace and pacience But asmuch as he can forgiue other men That he offendynge in lyke case may be also forgeuen ¶ Further Gloton ye to ertue be euer circumspecte Which with diuerse diseases the minde and body doth infecie Besydes shortenynge mans lyfe it consumeth his wealth Vnwarely as it were him robbynge by stealth For dainties are dere and dilicates be costely Swallowing vp cleane great riches quickely Some men very rich by prodigal superfluitie Haue in short time deuoured their patrimonie Dayly pourynge in their bellyes both house goods and lande Tyll pouertye them pincheth and they a● broughte behande I haue knowen very many I tel the good sonne That by laciniouse ryotte haue bene vtterly vndone Thou must eate I saye thy lyfe onely to sustayne And not lyue to eate this is most playne Ebreite and drunckennes is also excesses brother For in whome rayneth the one there is also the other This likewyse must thou fle yf thou loue thy welfare Of al other the same is the most detestable snare He that this wicked vyce hath once embraced All goodnes in him is clearly defaced Reason then refuseth hym and he is left too his wyll Al synnes haue free entraunce him then for too spyll Good sonne I haue sayd many yeres past That great Alerander in his drunckennes cōmaūded in hast His most deare and familiare frendes to be slayne By whose helpe and good counsayle as it is moost playne He had the hole world conquered who beynge thus dedde And slepe had expulsed ebriety out of Alexanders hedde He then so lamented their deathes in wepynge bytterlye That he was redy for very anguyshe to dye presentlye Oh fylthy ebrietie the destroyer of the soule Oh norysher of vyces and iniquities all What thing is it but thou forcest mannes harte to fulfyll Wherby he wareth bolde too attempt all that is yll Quarellynge stryfe cruel fraies thou doest moue Neyther regardynge discrecion honest frendship or loue Through the counsaile is opened and secrettis reueled The tongue is not then hable too kepe the same closed Flee this vyce my sonne in all that thou maye Least it growe from custome too nature another daye The tongue also thou must learne too moderate And be well ware what thou speakest early and late Be euermore wyllynge attentify too heare But speake seldome as nede shall require Aboundaunce of talke is a great sygne of follye And the busye babler offendeth continuallye He that seldome talketh and then speaketh wyselye Is worthye much prayse and approueth too be wittie One principal point obserue in thy communication Whether they be presēt or absent w e thy words hurt no man Nor except it tende too some purpose speake thou any thing Leaste men laughe the too scorne for thy bablynge Rather holde thy peace and be euer silent It hurteth not neyther shall it thee repent In daunger and perell he remayneth euermore Experience doth teach vs and we

me thinkes ye are as one dysmaied Wheron so study you a peny for your thoughte In faythe quod I if ye knew it yet were it worth naught My thinckes quod she ye are chaunged in euery race What hath any mayde rauyshed your hart from his place Tel me she sayd and my best counsayle ye shall haue With all that I can do as God my soule saue Oh quod I my harte is wrapte full of woe Yet haue I no faythfull frende it to showe I shal tel you Lewes quod she what so euer ye saye To me thincke it sure vnder locke and kaye For euer herynge it by me spoken agayne Ercepte the same be for your profyte playne Well since ye wyl nedes know quod I my careful myserye Ye shall heare the same in fewe wordes playnlye So it is that that sayre swere blossome your syster Grace Hath holly my loue and harte in suche cace That neyther wandrynge nor walkinge whether so euer I go Neyther playinge nor workynge what so euer I do Neyther wakynge nor watchynge any tyme or space Neyther restynge nor slepynge in any maner place But at all tymes and euermore continuallye Hir amiable countenaunce restreth in my mynde daylye No pleasure me pleaseth my mirth is amated No ioyes my delyte my lyfelynesse is abated No musycke me reioyseth theyr soundes are vnswete No pastymes I passe on as at this tyme vnmete No worke is well wrought now vnder my handes Nor I am nothing as I was before I entered loues bades So that I well knowe I am lyke to sustayne Deathes darte very shortely if I do not obtayne The rather hir loue who now hath the measure Me to slaye or reuyue euen at hir owne pleasure Whiche I would she dyd shortly for the ease of my payne By the darte of cruel deathe deuorynge me cleane Nowe haue ye hearde all quod I and more as I saye Then euer to any other I tolde before this daye Wherin I shal desyre you to playe an honest parte For the spedy quietynge of my poore wretched harte Marie quod Iohan now I perceaue very well Of your sadnes and sorowe there is no meruel That hath such an Impostome bredynge in your brest Which worketh you wourthely full waywarde reste No wonder it is though ye loke wan and pale For loue hath made you drincke a draught of sower ale I toke you neuer so tender so soone to be caughte With the louely linckes of loue which are so quickly wrought Ye were wont before this tyme alwayes to saye That they were very fooles that to loue did obaye And that it was impossible any wyse man to be So earnestly set in loue in any degree But that when he would alwaies well he myghte Full easelye put the same out of his heade quite But now ye are caught in the same nette Which in tymes past ye greatly did neglecte When ye sawe any louer ye laughed him to scorne But loue hath now brought you to scole to learne And suerly quod she to deme in myne entent Ye haue worthely of loue deserued this punyshment Welquod I to a man that is falen in mysery and woo Good comforte behoueth and not chidynge soo My faulte I confcsse what nedeth more I desyre youre good counsayle for curynge of my sore Whiche waye I maye best by youre good aduyse Atcheue this so doubtefull and daungerouse an enterprpse Well Lewes quod Iohan nowe that I knoo What woman she is that worketh you this woo Let me alone I wyll fyrste moue this mattier Sone at nyght in bed I wyll earnestly at hir As ye shall perceaue here by this tyme to morowe Other ease or increase of all youre hole sorowe Therefore in the meane tyme be of good cheare And I wyll dilygently worke in youre cause I sweare Whereof I thanked her sayinge gladlye I woulde Hir gentylnes consyder yf euer I coulde And hauynge once kist hir I toke my leaue thane This departinge from hir whome warde I came The morowe nerte after I came estesones to the same place To heare yf I were lyke to obtaine any grace Iohan was not then come I stayed a lytle whyle At last not farre thence I sawe hir commynge ouer a style With hir pail in hir hande then I went hir to mete And gentyllie saluted hir she did lyke wyse me grete Eyther death and double sorow quod I Iohan do you brynge Or lyfe to reuyue me whiche am nowe dyinge Neyther of them bothe quod she but hope haue I broughte Thereby partely to fede and relieue youre heaupe thoughte Then saye on quod I and nomore tyme waste That happy hope to heare I gladly make haste Pester nyghte beynge bothe quod she in oure bed layed I tourned me towardes my syster and euen thus I sayde Oh Iohan quod I I then wyshed me in youre place To haue declared my selfe to hir my hole cace You re wyshe was but voyde quod she but harke what I tell I ared Grace how she dyd and she sayde very well Howe so euer you do quod I lye nowe at youre case I knowe other some are as yll at ease Whiche for you and for youre sake to be playne Muche mysery myschiefe and care do sustayne Whiche greueth me muthe for synce the worlde began God neuer created a more honester man And he is lyke for youre loue as far as I can gesse Shortely to dye suche is hys deadlye distresse For my loue syster Iohan quod Grace to me then In this paryshe I am as yet knowen of very fewe men And fewer do I knowe then howe maye it be That any man is vered so for loue of me Who is it I praye you once name hym to me And then yf I knowe hym I wyll tell you quod she Nay syster Grace quod I that shal not be Before syrste some promyse ye make vnto me That ye shall not at the fyrste kyll his harte cleane By geuyuge hym a naye or by any other meane Of vnkyndenes on youre behalfe but ye shall yf ye can Braunte hym youre loue before an other man For I wyll assure you yf ye perfertly knewe His good gentle behauioure bothe honest and true Whiche is so pleasaunte a parson to synge and to daunce And is skylled in instrumentes for youre pastaunce So well can shote wrestel and leape so lyghte So handesome a man in euery mans syghte And besydes this more sorowe hath sustayned For youre sake and is also so cruelly payned That deathe to hym were a greate deale sweater Then to lyue as he doth he thynketh it muche better And yf in youre defaulte ye shoulde suffer hym to dye For lacke of youre loue what prosyte therby Shoulde ye receaue nay rather yt myght name you A murderer I saye whiche would greately shame you And whome should ye kyll no enemy pardye But a moost true louer who loueth you hartelye Well quod my syster to loue hym ye shall pardon me For I wyll do nothynge in that matter trulye But this