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	word_n	8,031	5	4.9306	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A06167	A fig for Momus containing pleasant varietie, included in satyres, eclogues, and epistles, by T.L. of Lincolnes Inne Gent.	Lodge, Thomas, 1558?-1625.	1595 (1595)	STC 16658; ESTC S109568	23,955	72

sinne To practise like misdeeds he doe beginne And thou at last to thy excessiue griefe Behold thy selfe a begger him a theefe For by a fatall law it comes to passe That lewdnes is defam'd and euer was And life corrupt by vnexpected shame And timeles death is buried with defame Enough if grace be gone then words be vaine Ile tell thee more if so I write againe To Master W. Bolton Epistle 2. Bolton amidst thy many other theames Thou dost desire me to discourse of dreames Of which what I could gather reade or find I here set downe to satisfie thy mind Dreames then in sleep our spirits true retreate Do chalenge their predominance and seate And in their natures are but fantasies Made by the motion of Imageries According to the sleepers habitude Of euery sensible similitude So then all dreames from diuers causes grow And from th'interior or th'exterior flow Thinterior likewise hath a double right The one is mentall clayming by the spright Where through in sleep the fantasie and thought Encountring strange and rare effects are wrought Resembling those which our affections kept And thoughts did trauel on before we slept The other cause takes his fruition And being from the bodies disposition For by th'interior habitude and state The bodie houlds corrupt or ordinate Some motion in the fancie is maintain'd According to the disposition gain'd For where as chilly humors doe abound Men seeme in snow or water to be drown'd This makes the sage Phisitian to coniect By dreames what griefes the inward parts infect Th'exterior cause likewise we double call The first diuine pure and spirituall Whereby things hidden sacred and concealed By God or by his Angels ere reuealed The next is meerely corporall whereby Not onely mind and working fantasie Is chang'd according as the sleepers thought Or fancie by contaging aire is wrought But by th'impression of celestiall raies Which doe conforme affection to their waies For so the staid star-gazers doe areede That from celestiall bodies doe proceede The cause workings of our dreames in sleepe And in this point a mightie coyle they keepe Note me the houre sayth one and bring it me I will expresse th'effect and dreame to thee For as when choller swarmes in breast or hed Men dreame of things inflam'd and fierie red And whereas fleugme preuailes abounds and springs We dreame of watrie colde and frostie things So heauen may by his influence bestowe The knowledge of th'effects which he doth owe And what in strength and vertue it containes Infuse in man in whom his worke remaines But by their leaues tis not materiall The heauens can doe onely but casuall But now me thinks Apollo puls mine eare And claimes mine industrie an other wheare Speaking in thee because in thee he raignes And bids me busilie imploy my braines And proue of spirits either good or bad In formes and certaine apparitions clad Can further force or els infuse by right Vnfained dreames to those that sleepe by night To which mine answer is affirmatiue Because the fathers make it positiue For dreames both true certaine now then By blessed sprites are powr'd in liuing men Either as pertinent to their reliefe Or to represse their frends impendent griefe Such was the dreame Albertus Magnus had Who whilst the world in nights-dark-cloake was clad Suppos'd he sawe neere to a water-mill By which a brook did flow with murmure shril A pretie lad hard by the riuer side That from the bancke fell headlong in the tide Whilst wrastling there he lay and he in dreame In pittie seemd to saue him from the streame The morne arose he walkt and scarce araid Beheld a wofull mother quite dismaid That piteously perplext and 〈◊〉 with teene Complain'd no lesse thē he in dreame had seene The selfe-like hap to Nicons sonne befell Who knowing neither purge not hidden spell To cure his patient trauel'd with the spleene Fell fast asleepe within a medow greene Wherein he thought some spright or genius good Enioyn'd him presently to let him blood Betwixt the wedding finger and the small Which wakned he perform'd and therewithall The sicke man got his health he wonne the same And thus by dreame his doubt he ouer came If then the heauenly bountie by good sprights Direct mens actions to their best delights To bodily contents to perfect health To safetie to securitie and wealth Farre and more working is his heau'nly power In sending holy spirits euery howre Who in our mortall and spirituall weale Are prest syncere instinctions to reueale So in a dreame King Salomon the sage Both wealths wisdomes wonder in his age Had speciall counsaile how to beare a hand In gouerning his people and his land So euen the most corrupt and vnretir'd Haue to good ends beene faithfully inspir'd So Pharao and Nabuchadonsor The caitife Caiphas and many more To their confusion haue fore-knowne their fall And miseries God threatned them withall From euill messengers the sonnes of pride To euill men true things are tould beside Not for the diuels tongue they shuld beleeue But that in right he labours to deceiue Not for desire to manifest misdeede But to himselfe more faith and trust to breede So Socrates the night before he sawe Diuiner Plato skild in natures lawe After digestions howers were ouerpast And vapours in the braine digested fast Bethought him in his dreame that he beheld A milk-white swan whose pleasant note exceld That from the earth to heauen did singing flie And cheere all other birds with melodie Which when he wak'd he knew fore-tould the truth Of Platos worth for seeing of the youth Here is quoth he that swan that sung so sweete Whose eloquence all Greece shal grace greete Thus much for dreames though more remaines to say My Muse commaunds me now make holiday And end abruptly vowing faithfully To prosecute this subiect seuiously To a deere friend lately giuen ouer to couetousnesse Satyre 4. I Heare of late but hould it verie strange That such vaine newes is common in the change How being old and drawing to the graue Thou waxest greedie and desir'st to saue As if thy life of sorrowes had no store But thou in policie shouldst purchase more Alas for thee that at thy iournies end Art growne so neere and carefull what to spend Looke on thy selfe age hath thee by the backe Thy haires are white which erst were frisseld blacke Thine eies are suncke thy cheeks are leane and pale Thy lips are blew thy breath is stincking stale Thy grinders gone thy ghastlie gout and murre Do breake thy sleepes and scarcely let thee sturre Thy memorie is dul and wel nie dead Thy tongue alreadie faulters in thy head Where al these torments make thee loth thy self Why art thou now enamored with thy pelfe Think'st thou the purchase of a niggards name Is not a preiudice vnto thy fame Marke me a miserable mysing wretch That liues by others losse and subtle fetch He is not onely plagu'd with heauines For that which