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

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A58778	The poems of Ben. Johnson, Junior being a miscelanie of seriousness, wit, mirth, and mysterie in [brace] Vulpone, The dream, Iter bevoriale, Songs, &c. / composed by W.S., Gent.	W. S.; Johnson, Ben, Junior.	1672 (1672)	Wing S203; ESTC R37195	39,315	120

stronger by thy fall I 'le land thee on the sweet delightfull Shore The land of Peace whence thou canst fall no more Thou art my Virgin-bride I will assure thee With endless joys my heart shall be thy Dowry Treasures and pleasures of the greatest price With all the gloryes of sweet Paradice In mine infolded arms I●le gently take thee When all the world of slippery friends forsake thee The world doth love it self it 's own is dearest When it is furthest off then am I nearest When friendly death shall cut thy fatall clue Thine extream unction shall be Hallelue Death shall no Cobling nor no Bugbear be But a safe passage to felicity A friendly Ferry-man to waft thee o're Safe from all danger to th' Elysian shore What if he take this garment off that 's worn Withered with age with winters fury torn From mine own Wardrobe I will cloath my Dear With garment rich such as the Angels wear I 'le give thee Adams garment without spot When he was naked and yet knew it not Rivers of heavenly wine full to the brim Wherein the Prophets and Apostles swim Anthems of joy thy Soul for ever singing The Tree of life in thine own bosome springing With all the favours of my love I 'le grace thee With Doves and towring Eagles I will place thee With all the little lambs that know no guile With constant Martyrs that in death did smile With Cherubins and Seraphims inrol'd And all the princely Patriarchs of old VVith Abraham Isaac Jacob and the Quire That chant my praises on King Davids lyre And thou that dost delight in humble verse Poor homely strains my glory to rehearse Chanting my praise and Babels overthrow Shalt sing a new Song which thou dost not know Thy Ship hath sail'd on Seas where billows roar On thy right hand behold the pleasant shoar Now having run thy rude tempestuous race Thy travells end cast Anchor in this place This is the place of pleasure and delight Upon this Rock thy ne plus ultra write Set up thy Pillar here 't is holy ground This is the Rock which hell cannot confound My sleep unto its period now was come I wisht ' thad lasted till the day of doom The miracles I saw in this short Dream For some brave 〈◊〉 were a noble Theam Sweet flowing pens tears from all eyes compelling But mine perhaps hath spoyl'd the Tale in telling The Sight strange wonder and amazement drew For when I wak'd I found it to be true ITER Bevoriale I sing no civil war nor what did fall To Palmerine or Am●dis de gaul Prince Arthurs story shall no paper blot Nor the conceited pranks of Don Quixot If mad Orlando wild and furious be What 's his divine Angellica to me Rouze they that list the Lyon in his den A brisk and Bonny-Tale flows from my pen Like the idle dreams fanta●…ue Poets faign Or those fond Fables Midwives entertain Over a smiling cup of simpering Ale Of tall Tom Thumb and doughty Jack o' th' Vale. Now lend your ear as we from Belvoir came Own'd by a noble Lord and princely Dame All our discourse our welcome and our 〈◊〉 Our merry hearts light as our Purses were We had no ships at Sea to make us sad Lost in a tempest when the winds are mad We never did abuse the Commonweal By vertue of our place and the Broad Seal As some Land Pirates nor all down the hate And heavy curse of an incensed State We broach no projects no inventions brew Nor damn old Doctrine by inventing new Plunder the publick for our private gain Nor are we Spyes or Pentioners to Spain I hope it is no Treason then to sing And say God bless our Soveraign Lord the KING With such cleer Souls like sober Snails we creep To our desired Harbour where we sleep Sounder than Swallows or industrious Bees Who rest all winter in old hollow trees Sol now is climbing up the Eastern hill Our mornings-draught good boy and then a Bill 〈…〉 imis Sawee what Reck'ning have we here ●●m for Fire Tobacco wine and Beer Summa totalis Well the to'ther pot And then thy Mistriss lip shall cleer the shot So taking leave of ev'ry Chamberlain Lo at the door the Ghost of Tamberlain Of bulk as burly as an Oak stood forth A sturdy Gallant sailing from the North Fair Sirs said he will you be pleas'd to own A wandring Traveller that is unknown The ways are foul and we have far to ride He that 's alone doth measure ev'ry stride That in the tented field I have been bred Where winking Stars have lighted me to bed Circled with pale-fac'd Death on ev'ry side ●s such a truth that cannot be deny'd ●eap you the pleasure of my passed broils ●eed on my language and forget the miles To this in courtesie we did consent ●o up we got and on our Journey went To pay my love which he accounts a charge ●e draws the Picture of his life at large ●y Jove said he I more degrees have run Than Drake or Candish or the trav'ling Sun ●he proudest Kingdoms in the world have kist ●y wandring foot I have them in a list ●uina Madagascar and Japan ●ook in the Map the world is but a span ●e Globe a Foot-ball kickt from pole to pole ●e that hath Gold is sure to win the Goale ●y self first found the passage to Cathay ●●rra del Fogo and incognita ●hot the Gulph leapt o're the Line at noon ●hence passed to the new world in the moon ●he horrid battails O the dismall wars ●hat I have seen witness these speaking skars Which like so many gaping mouths appear ●nd I as bracelets on my limbs do wear ●s language was all Thunder when he spake ●…e thought the center of the earth did shake ●y Sanco panco much dejected Reeve ●●ke a pale Image pulls me by the sleeve ●●en whispers in mine ear good Sir be wise Do you not see those pistols in his eyes That shoot me dead are all thy spirits fled Where 's that grave Oracle that subtle head VVrapt in a Turbant Mahomet put on VVhen he did frame his foolish Alchoran Thy body too in more warm woollen clad Than thy great Grandsire courage then my Lad Intrench'd in thine own Pallisado ly And all the Instruments of death defy Gun Dagger Sword Grannado and Petar VVhat other engines by the Sons of war At hand devis'd for slaughter or aloof A wastcoteer so lin'd is Cannon-proof VVords are but wind the silly Swain was sick By nature and complexion Phlegmatick A trembling Palsy on his heart did sit Like one arrested with an Ague-fit At last kind Soul he weeps shaking his head VVith broken hollow voice Sir we are dead VVe are beset besieg'd by Sea and land And his companions in each corner stand Like forlorn Scouts see see y'on yonder hill I nothing see but Bushes and a Mill. O they are men it is in vain to fly And I alas am not

panting heart It made the world e're time and world began And for mans sake this word became God-man But they O grand mistake knowing no better Confine the unconfined to the letter A noval-paper deity compounding The spirit with the written word confounding Their Sun is set thick darkness doth invade In stead of light they dally in the shade Aesops devouring dog a greedy glutton Diving to catch the shadow lost the mutton Some Dina or Diana is the cause Of all our woes the breach of natures laws With an Acheldema of crimson blood For trifling toys not rightly understood True knowledge clouded with Egyptian blindness All amity confounded with unkindness The law of love the livery and token Of Christs disciples by division broken This is great Babel mother of delusion Strumpet of Strumpets city of confusion No peace no truth where Jezabel doth reign My hopes were dead my heart was almost slain Sighing to see how all things did deceive me Is this great world too narrow to receive me What hideous deluge doth o'rewhelm thy face That the poor Dove can find no resting place A friend an Vnicorn not to be found When instantly turning my body round A man more then a man a God did meet me With kind imbraces thus began to greet me Through bogs and briers wading in distress Why dost thou wander in this wilderness When thou thy part hast acted on the stage Poor Pilgrim thou must quit thy pilgrimage Time with his Sickle these false joys will sever And when you parted are you part for ever Wean thy bewitched Soul whilst thou hast breath Know this there 's no returning after death These short-liv'd transitory joys ride double Delight with sorrow mixt pleasure and trouble Repentant tears of mourning after gladness A showr of comfort interlin'd with madness Look up to him whose love is still descending Whose greatness no beginning hath nor ending Enter sweet Paradice with Angels singing Swim in the Fountain that is always springing The glories of the world perish in tasting Imbrace those pleasures that are everlasting Follow my counsel if thou wouldst have rest I 'le lead thee where the Doves do build their Nest VVhere thou shalt feast in fulness all the day A lamb among the lambs frolick and play Thou sow'st in fears and tears hoping to find All that thou reapest here is froth and wind Hadst thou the whole world 'T is a little spot Fond fool thy native countrey this is not This Fabrick is a cottage of small price My heart 's thy pallace and thy paradice His breath was sweet it sounded in mine ears More pleasant then the musick of the Spheres Which gently blowing like a whisper came To kindle up loves fire into a flame Excellent consort by whose charming tone Our nature with his nature is made one Silencing man makes him for ever mute Jesus the Lutanist Christus the Lute Christus the Lute the instrument of Jesus On whom he playes what melody he pleases Jesus Jehovah is the grand Creator Jesus in Christo the Regenerator Healer of Nations good Samaritan The Son of God is now the son of man The mystery of mysteries indeed The blessed Sower is himself the seed The spirit by his overshadowing powers Doth breath his flaming heart of love in ours Duality confounded in this union Where heaven and earth do meet in full communion Ravish'd with wonder I did kiss his feet In whom all that is excellent doth meet The lustre of his beauty all-divine Speeds through my veins and made my face to shine I fix'd mine eye upon his face that shone But O! upon a sudden he was gone I turn'd me round about if I could see The footsteps of my love where he should be My Love my Dove my Joy my sole delight What Cherubin hath snatch'd him from my sight O where is my beloved is he fled Dwells he among the living or the dead I 'le search the graves perhaps death hath inrol'd him The marble Sepulcher could not hold him I 'le climb the clifts for him that is my crown His power that made can pull the mountains down I 'le scale the walls of heaven but I will gain him Fond fool the heaven of heavens cannot contain him I mount the rocks ' gainst which the North-wind rages They answer me he is the rock of ages I travail to the Woods is my Love here Eccho did answer he lives every where To the starry region then I take my flight He is the luminous center of all light Whose glorious beams continually do pierce Through all the body of the Vniverse Mans soul 's a sparkle of this light divine Inlightned Souls do all the stars outshine Whose radiance here hath not his full disclosing Eclipsed by the bodies interposing Thence to the springs that Issue from the mountains Thy lover is the Fountain of all Fountains His bosome is a hill whiter then Snow Whence water of eternal life doth flow Convey'd by power through secret unknown allyes Descendeth down to bless the humble vallyes It is not drain'd by drawing but runs quicker The thirsty Soul tasting this heavenly liquor Drinks liberal draughts greedily pouring in Accounts sobriety the greatest sin I sound the rivers but they answer all He is the Sea wherein all rivers fall That bounteous boundless bottomless abyss Where little streams are swallowed up in bliss From this Apollo man's a sparkling beam From this great Ocean a derived stream Springs Rivers Brooks by heavens distilling rain United into one great Sea again True love is not a quainted with pale sear Armed with courage to imbrace my Dear Unto the Lyons den I boldly came The Lyon rampant was an humble Lambe Here in this Wilderness I am a King When I do roar I make the Forrest ring The Elephant his fear cannot dissemble I make the Leopard and the Tyger tremble But I my self am couchant and do fall Before his presence who is King of all Among the homely Shepherds then I stear Such as King David and the Patriarchs were Saw you my royal Prince fond Soul quoth they Who trust in man are sure to loose the way We are lambs as thou art Sheep of his dear fold In the number of his little ones inrol'd Close by the river in fair flowry Meadows And Mountains alwayes green he gently leads us 'T is true we spring from his immortal line But he that is our Pastor now is thine In his great power and glory we do swim Our harps and hearts are tuned all by him We are his instruments his choice delights We are the Song which he himself indites With his own hand he toucheth all the strings 'T is one that plays 't is one alone that sings We are his written word he the Inditer Look not upon the writing but the Writer Enquire of him alone on yonder rock He sweetly pipeth to his fleecy flock Go to him boldly man thou needst not doubt him His pretty lambs are dancing round about