Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	law_n	sin_n	soul_n	7,986	5	5.4923	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57564	Lvx occidentalis, or, Providence display'd in the coronation of King William and Queen Mary, and their happy accession to the crown of England with other remarks / by T.R. ...	T. R. (Thomas Rogers), 1660-1694.	1689 (1689)	Wing R1839; ESTC R5777	17,221	37

Nod do feel Heark heark methinks I hear th'ill-boding noise The voice of Conquest and the Victors Joys Te Deums Shouts Hosanna's and the like Fantastick sounds my shatter'd Senses strike The Heav'ns aloud with Gratulations ring Angels above their grateful Anthems sing And seem to promise by this signal Grace That Romish Rage shall ne'er again deface Fair Britanny nor drown the lovely place Curse on these Guardian-Saints these Tell-tale Spies That lurk i'th-secret Foldings of the Skies That with a wakeful and indulgent care Pry into Hells Arcana's and declare The Councils of the Deep These peevish Powers Leagues and Cabals detect This puny Life-guard of the poor elect Have lately blasted our beloved Theam Our hopeful Plot and thriving Stratagem Involving the most black and monstrous things That night e'er shelter'd with her gloomy wings Hell sickens at the News each Fury groans And gasping Fiends do mingle their sad tones Into a signal Grief a deeper Woe Satan at first could hardly undergo The shock of this report with hollow sound He bellow'd loud and whirl'd his Eye-balls round No soft perswasion could his Wrath asswage But thus he breathed out his long pent rage Into what maze of horror am I led Sure some Almighty hand holds fast the thread I toss from side to side and roam about Spur'd on by rage but hopeless to get out Ah! how am I transform'd by treacherous Fate Shadow and blank of what I was of late Out-brav'd by him whom I ev'n still disdain From Empire rent and toss'd from pain to pain Distemper'd Nature's Agonies when she Labours to vent some unborn Prodigy Th' amazing Terrors of the torturing Steel Are sports to those Convulsive Pangs I feel Pain beats so thick upon my staggered sense That Thought it self has scarce time to commence Heaven can no more it has upon my head The very dregs of all its Viols shed O that I could imp't with strong rapture fly And justle through th'unnavigable Sky With rapid violence knock the Thunderer down That sits so proudly perch'd upon a Throne Take new Jerusalem race th' Imperial Town Seize all the Guards of Heav'n with powerful sway Lay waste with fire those Cells of purer clay Or cover all with night and blot Eternal day Thus rallied the Dread Sovereign of the Deep The lesser Fiends did awful silence keep Whilst Irish howls Pope's Bulls and French Grimace Doubled the wonted horror of the place 'T would make a pale-fac'd Ghost ev'n blush to see From what a glorious height of Villany Your noble Friends are fal'n in Britanny Hell can you this unmov'd and silent hear When will you rally if you now forbear What! do you tremble too for shame give o're So great Alcides once a Distaff bore And the renown'd Achilles to his shame Unsinew'd did assume a Virgins name But soon the great Duum virate with disdain Quitted their Toys and rouz'd to arms again And thus your Courage which has ebb'd so low By a Cessation now should stronger grow And like a Flood dam'd up all Banks should overflow Can Hurricanes forget to roar and fly With lazy wings calming the ruffled Sky Can sullen Waves conspire to lull the Deep And bind the Ocean in a lasting sleep Or can the Needle Nature's Laws controle And shun th' embraces of its darling pole Can a sworn Witch find leisure to repent Can Tygres fawn or Lyons complement No more can you by adverse Fate be driven To turn tame Fops and basely cringe to Heaven The Sphears shall halt Nature shall make a pause And quite invested change her antient Laws Discord shall split the Universe in twain And shake the solid Globe to dust again E'er those Barbarians start whose Souls have been But once strain'd up to th' highest pitch of sin Therefore let Death begin his march drive on Unwilling Fate and let Crimes yet unknown The guilt of your past innocence attone Do not despair but re-assume a will To plot on and usurp a pow'r to kill Prepare to attack th' insulting British Slaves And if repuls'd fight back into your Graves Quickly begin before it be too late Stake all at once i' th' doubtful hand of Fate Life Church and Empire in a cause so good Let your Religion set as it arose in Blood. But Ha! what Fiend-like form salutes my Eyes And rends me from my self with quick surprize Am I deceiv'd or do I plainly see The Saint-like Monster brave Le Chese 't is he The very same as may be partly seen By his Lampooning Face and frightful Meen Thy Pardon Reverend Sage That I should dare to be thus proudly rude Before thy face my Dictates to obtrude When 't is well known the Fiends themselves from thee May copy out choice Rules of Policy And wait the Dictates e'er they do Decree All the black Dwellers in the Plains below At thy name with submissive Reverence bow If they but hear 't they seem to steal a bliss And never speak 't without an Emphasis Now I see thee some glimmering hopes return And my chill'd Spirits with fresh Passions burn Thy single force can Heav'ns attempts controul For it has try'd in vain to steer thy Soul. Thy Prowess from mean Acts no Honour wins But Sinewy solid and substantial Sins Are thy Diversion thou art fram'd and built For strange Exploits and some unusual guilt Clement and Ravillack compar'd to thee Were but poor Padders in Iniquity And superficial sinners in thy fame Their little Tricks are lost and want a name Old Petre to thy brave and manly Port Seems but a Poppet only made for sport And for experiment in Vacation time And form'd for some obscure and vulgar crime Racks Fire and Faggot have been caus'd by me But these are now dull things too light for thee A thousand Mariana's in thee dwell And thy rare Deeds add blackness ev'n to Hell. At thy Nativity the factious Stars In lucky consult met portending Wars And shedding noisome influence on the Earth With various Terrors signaliz'd thy Birth Nature grew pale Heaven frown'd when it did view The little Monster and the angelick Crew Cry'd a bad Omen as if thou hadst been Born to advance the Theory of sin Nor didst thou frustrate the design of Fate Water on thee was thrown away For thou was 't ever unregenerate Shut out from Grace when from thy Mother torn A Wretch consummate in thy Infant Morn Brave polish'd Villain and incarnate Spright To whom sin is both bus'ness and delight What Miracles in mischief hadst thou done How hadst thou brav'd the Gods had thy Glass run In Saturn's or Jove's Reign hadst thou liv'd then When Gods were known to have less Wit than Men. Gyants those Prototypes o' th' Romish Race Had once the Monarch of the World in chase By force they hurled Mountains against Heaven Pelion was like a Hand-granado driven While Jupiter from his high Crystal Fort Look'd down and dash'd them with a Godlike Port Making their Toils his Merriment and Sport. But