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

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B06776	The young-mans complaint, or, An answer to the damosels tragedy. When friends deny, and won't comply, but let them suffer smart, we often see such cruelty, will break a lovers heart. To the tune of, Charon, &c. This may be printed, R.P.		1685-1688? (1688)	Wing Y113; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[542]	1,115	1

The Young-Mans Complaint Or An ANSWER TO The DAMOSELS Tragedy When Friends deny and won't comply but let them suffer smart We often see such Cruelty Will break a Lovers heart To the Tune of Charon c. This may be Printed R. P. NOw for the loss of my Amorous Iewel I am surrounded in grief and woe It was thy Parents unkind and most cruel which did occasion thy overthrow For my dear Nell I did adore thee but we was too much kept apart There was no one that I e're priz'd before thee thy Death alone does lye near my heart Farewel the hopes af all peace joy and pleasure I have no comfort but care and grief Often in private I weep out of measure 't is Death alone must yield me relief Love when I first heard of thy Dying tho' we had long been kept apart I tore my hair in a passion and crying this Damsels death will lye near my heart Down from his Eyes then the tears they did trickle with many sorrowful sighs said he It is well known that I n●ver was fickle for I lov'd none in the world but thee Had I been suffer'd to come near thee thou hadst not felt Death's cruel Dart I would have laid down my life for to cheer thee for thy Death now does lye near my heart For many months I did never behold her this was a sorrow that griev'd me sore Her unkind Parents had oftentimes told her that she should never come near me more Thus did they soon blast all her glory for when she felt Deaths fatal Dart I never heard a more killinger story this Damsels death doth lye near my heart Then in her absence my poor heart was wounded for I might not come anear my joy When I cou'd see her we then was surrounded in the sweet Raptures of Love and joy But by her friends we were tormented so that we felt Loves fatal smart She by strong Poyson her Passion has vented this Damsels Death does lye near my heart As she was dying poor heart she did blame me she knew not very well what she said Tho' with sad sorrowful sighs she did name me 't was not her Love that her life betray'd For If I might enjoy'd the b●essing she should have never felt the smart Now am I no●hing but torments possessing this Damosels Death doth lye near my heart This sad Distration so much doth inthrall me that I am restless both night and day Methinks I often hear my Lover call me sa●ing sweet Johnny make haste away Let there be now no more delaying why shou●d me still remain apart Where e're I wander I fancy this saying her Death doth now lye so near my heart Thou in thy life-time didst dearly adore me as by thy sorrow I well m●ght see Tho' thou art gone hence a little before me Love I 'le lye down in the Grave with thee Farewel my Friends and each Relation here with the World and you I 'le pa●t For I shall be in a far better station when I●m with Nelly my own dear heart