Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	life_n	live_v	spirit_n	8,899	5	5.3156	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A80602	The scoffer scoffed the second part. Being certain select dialogues of a merry wagg of antiquity. Newly put into English fustian, for the consolation of those that had rather laugh and be merry, then be merry and wise.	Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687.	1684 (1684)	Wing C6398C; ESTC R231666	24,572	41

shou'd both forget it come And let 's cast up the total summ For if we shou'd mistake a Groat thou d'st fret and never mind thy boat Cha. Reckon Mercury for my part I am content with all my heart Mer. Imprimis for thee I lay'd out To buy an Anchor for thy boat Twenty five pence in ready Dust For honest Swabber I 'll be just Cha. So much d' you say I 'll vow and swear As things go now that 's very dear Mer. Why faith and troth what e're you think It Cost so much in ready Chink Item let me see two pence more For that to which you tye the Oar. Cha. That 's very well to th' other score Pray be exact set two pence more Mer. Item A Needle I did buy Which cost me four pence half-penny To mend the sails last storm we had Cha. Add them together now my lad Mer. Item For Pitch and Tar and Nails And a small Rope to hoist the sails Just ten pence I laid out for you Cha. That 's very reas'nable I vow Mer. And this is all I think dear Chroney But prithee when wilt pay the Money Cha. Why truly friend I won't harrangue thee But if I have a farthing hang me Yet if the times do mend I swear And there shou'd come a Plague or War That so I might a little juggle And now and then the Custome smuggle I 'll pay thee ev'ry farthing know me That thou wilt say that I now owe thee Mer. And i' th mean time I must by th' Loss Sit down with folded Arms a-Cross And wish that Plagues and Mischiefs may Take half the wicked World away Before you 'll able be to pay me Faith 't is not fair you shou'd delay me Cha. I shan't be able troth before Friend Mercury to pay thy Score Mer. I 'de rather ne're be paid by thee Than all those strange Misfortunes see But this does put into my head A thing relating to the dead Why those dye now shou'd differ so From those folk who dy'd long ago For then they all were brisk and strong Plump fleshy vigorous and young And seldom with a body whole But cut and slasht from feet to poll With darts and spears and many a thwack Oft' lookt like th' man i' th' Almanack Whereas they now are little things Most dying of their surfeitings Pale wan and weak and hardly able To go a hi-lone by a Table Some kill'd by Wine debauch'd with stum Or drinking Supernaculum Others with something else but Mum Some have been sent too by their friends To bring about their private ends Others have suffer'd by their heirs While some have pin'd away with cares Cha. I do not wonder honest friend That Int'rest shou'd so many send For 't is a hard thing now to get Ones own tho prov'd by law a debt Therefore much more to get it by Ones Labour or ones Industry Mer. Wonder not than for well you know me I spoke oth'money that you owe me LUCIAN ADVERTISEMENT There are lately Publish'd some Modern Dialogues Intituled Lucian's Ghost done out of French Printed for James Norris at the Kings Arms without Temple-Bar Printed for Charles Corbet at the Oxford-Arms in Warwick-lane 1684. Numb 8. LUCIAN A DIALOGUE Between MENIPPUS and CHIRON Men. CHiron I've often heard it told That thou did'st wish 'fore thou wast old Death wou'd thy flesh and spirit sever Tho thou had'st leave to live for ever Come prithee tell me why thou wast So fond of Death and in such hast That thou thy self shoud'st break the Bonds Of Life and fall by thy own hands As if thou 'd'st weary bin of breath ' Cause I see no such Charms in Death Chi. I 'll tell thee if thou wilt not teaz me Something fell out that did not please me Which was the cause I wou'd not stay Men. Were you not glad t' enjoy the Day Chi. No I had too much discontent Men. And did'st thou ne're for it repent Chi. No I was never yet so vain And 't is as little to complain Besides 't is dull to live since we In life have no Diversity For still we do to our great Pain The same things o're and o're again We eat and drink and to our sorrow We drink and eat agen to Morrow To Night we sleep and dream and then Next night we do the same agen Thirsting Drinking Eating Hunger So tyred me I 'de live no longer Men. But how did you support your Death When your for it had swopt your Breath Chi. Without a Grudge or was I troubl'd For here my Pleasures all are doubl'd Here 's no Ambition no great places No haughty looks nor bold Menaces No striving to be Rich or great But all 's Hail-fellow here well met 'T is like a Pop'lar-state for here No one must huff or domineer Where ev'ry Cobler is as free And of as high Nobility As any man dare shew his face Or live in such a Govern'd place And what care I for my delight Whether it be or day or night And then we'ave this advantage too We neither eat nor drink below Nor are we Plagu'd with Thirst or Hunger Which than a stone Wall 's counted stronger Or with any other Clogs of Life Or with that Cursed plague a Wife Obedience unto friends or kin Or any other idle sin Nor do we Covet this man's Coney Or that man's house or Patrimony Here we are never wanting neither Of shelter from the stormy Weather And let the frost be ne're so furious Unto our Poor 'tis ne're Injurious Nor do they howl or bawl for Bread Or are the wealthy surfeited But all are here alike and free from mortal Inconveniency Men. Chiron take heed you do not do What you wou'd willingly eschew And so relapse as if decoy'd Into the fault you wou'd avoid For if thy life to thee was pain By doing the same things or'e again Sure now thou 'st ' cause to grieve since we In Hell have no variety Chi. Tell me Menippus if it Please thee What I must do to make me Easie Men. Why what was done in former Ages To gain Content by th' Antient Sages And to believe what can't be cur'd In life or death may be endur'd LUCIAN Printed for Charles Corbet at the Oxford-Arms in Warwick-lane 1684. Numb 9. Tuesday Feb. 19 th 1684. LUCIAN A DIALOGUE Between AEACUS PROTESILAUS MENELAUS and PARIS Aea BY Pluto I demand the Cause Why thou dost thus Protesilaus No sooner thou art enter'd Hell in But straight thou Kick'st and Buffets Helen And fal'st upon her in such manner As if thou 'd'st make a Devil on her Pro. Furies and Hell pray is not she The cause of all my misery Such Wheed'ling things the Baggage did do That my poor Wife liv'd like a Widdow Besides my Family was spoyl'd For by her means I had no Child Aea Ud's Death bang him who was the cause That to'ther Cuckold Menelaus Who to those Mischiefs led thee on By which thou fairly art