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	soul_n	8,168	5	4.9147	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19455	The life, apprehensio[n,] arraignement, and execution of Char[les] Covrtney, alias Hollice, alias Worsley, and Clement Slie fencer with their escapes and breaking of prison: As also the true and hearty repentance of Charles Courtney w[ith] other passages, worthy the note and reading.; Life, apprehension, arraignement, and execution of Charles Courtney, alias Hollice, alias Worsley, and Clement Slie fencer.	Courtney, Charles, d. 1612.	1612 (1612)	STC 5878; ESTC S113923	14,342	28

glorious beames Titan had fully hid him in the West To coole the fetlockes of his weary teames When sunke with sorrow being captiuate I shed forth teares lamenting much my state My head on hand my elbow on my knee And teares did trickle downe my countenance then My countenance as sad as mans might be My dumps befitting well a Captiue man Fettered in prison passionate alone My sighes wrought teares and thus I gan to mone I that of late did liue a souldiers life And spent my seruice in my Countries good Now captiue lie where nought but cares are rife Where is no hope but losse of dearest blood This is befallen me cause I did mis-spend That time which God to better vse did lend Had I but stopt my eares where Syren sung And bound my selfe vnto Vlisses mast Or had I thought alas I am but young Too much t is all to venture on a cast I might haue liued from all dangers free Where now I die for life is not for me But I doe follow what I knew was vaine Instead of vertue I did vice imbrace My former pleasures now procure my paine And cause I lackt one sparke of timely grace The poysoned Aconite of death and woe Resolues to send a fatall ouerthrowe This makes my eies to gush out floods of teares My flesh to melt my eies and arteris rend My soule to seeke redresse to cure her feares For now my cause cannot afford one friend I that of late did number many a friend Now find them fled and no man comfort lende The Leafelesse tree with wrath of winters wind Best represents my wretched wasting state Fortune the wind the leaues my friends I find My selfe the tree that thus am erost by fate And yet in this we greatly differ may That it reuiues and I still pine away Villaines auaunt you bastards are by kind That doe perturbe the countries quiet state Shame to offend shun a corrupted minde And learne by me your former liues to hate Liue of your owne and braue it not with brags Least law condemne you in your proudest rags Drinke not the Haruest of your neighbours sweat Steale not at all thy God doth thee commaund Whose law to keepe your soueraigne doth intreate Thy health it is Gods lawe to vnderstand Obeying God God shall all harmes preuent Keeping Kings peace thy King is well content Like to the Woolfe in euery place you range Preying on lambe that neuer went astray And like Camelions must your suits be strange Who doth by kind change Colours euery day Without respect forgetting what you be Masking in sinne as if God could not see Abate presumption sinne is not a I est Though God forbeare yet he will strike at length God made thee man make not thy selfe a beast But seeke to loue thy God with soule and strength Ill gotte Ill spent your hopes in theft pretended Are griefe and shame and life in sorrowes ended Might sorrowing sobs with teares redeeme what 's past Or floods of teares suffice for foredone ils Behold my lookes with discontent orecast Whose heart doth rend whose eies fresh fountaines still And yet all this and all that I can doe Is small to that which I haue neede to doe My soule shall mourne for all my ill done deedes And I will weepe sole author of soules woe Repentance shall be my blacke mourning weedes I le bath my selfe in teares from top to toe And while life lasts which cannot now be long Grant mercie Lord this shall be all my song My heart through flesh shall issue sweating griefe And scald my bones with salt and brinish teares Through flesh and bone my heart shall begge reliefe On bended knees till bone my flesh out-weares All that I am I le spend in mourne for sinne And where I end afresh I will beginne If Maudlins teares did euer Christs feete wet And sweete her soule with true repentant teares If Peters mourning streames did mercy get For all his sinnes though he his Christ for sweares My sad laments abounding from my eies Sweete God accept and heare my mourne fullcries A wouuded soule a broken contrite heart Creepes in great'st throng thy mercies throne to touch The oyle of life King of my life impart Though sinne be great thy mercy 's thrice as much Oh thou that art in power and mercy great Send downe thy mercy from thy mercies seat My coloured suits I now exchange for blacke Till scarlet sinne be all as white as snow On me sweete time shall neuer turne his backe Nor shall his taske be more my tares to mow But with repentance furrow hopes for lorne Till God giue grace I sheafe vp better Corne. This little remnant of my life so poore I le teach to shun all sinne and vices all Giuer of all grace grant grace I sinne no more Establish me that I may neuer fall To thee my heart my soule and life I giue Who after death eternally may liue Direct my path euen for thy mercies sake Guide thou my steppes to keepe repentant waies Keepe me from sleepe in thee stil let me wake To laud thy name during these earthly daies And when from earth I shall dissolue to dust Grant that my soule may liue among the iust Ch. Courtney FINIS