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	time_n	15,755	5	3.9890	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B05968	The great assize; or, Christ's certain and sudden appearance to judgement. Being serious considerations on these four things, death, judgment, heaven, and hell. By Mr. Stevens, minister. To the tune of, Aim not too high, &c. Licensed according to order.	Stevens, Minister.	1680 (1680)	Wing S5497; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.7[132]	2,371	2

The Great Assize Or Christ's certain and sudden appearence to Judgm●nt Being serious considerations on these Four Things Death Judgment Heaven and Hell By Mr. Stevens Minister To the Tune of Aim not too high c. Licensed according to Order HEre is presented clearly to the eye A little World new made most gloriously To day here stands proud man like flowers sprite But look to morrow and he 's weather'd quite How happily might fallen man have liv'd For ever had he not his Maker griev'd His num'rous Off-spring never would espy Thro' that black Curtain of Mortality Alas how fast the daies of man pass by Swifter than Weaver's Shuttle they do fly As soon as Death does end his days so soon Man must appear before the great Tribune Death will no succour to a King afford For diff'rence make twixt Begger and a Lord For Beauty Riches favour shall obtain He 'll take no Bribes to linger out their pain Methusalem you see by Death was told That dye he must tho' he was ne'er so old Like Fruit when almost ripe Storms can it shake So Youth when almost Man Death may him take The Rich Man trusting to his Riches And yet how proud Man is this side the Grave As if he never should an Exit have Vaunting poor Worm and up and down the world His busie carping thoughts with care is hurld He 's wealthy grown and proud of bags of treasure Trusting in Riches raking all the pleasure His heart can wish for nay he does controul The checks of Conscience to his precious Soul Says to himself Soul take thine ease and spend Thy time in mirth ne'er think it will have end Thus thus the Sinner does abuse his God And chooses Vice instead o' th' vertuous Rod. He Swears Damns imprecates God's wrath To strike him dead but ah to die he 's loath He Damns his very Soul were it not just That God should do so too and say Be curst Roaring and Ranting is his Hellish Note Qauffing so long until his senses float Drunk like a Beast he staggers up and down Sleeps like a Hog and is a Devil grown But Oh! if God thus angred ready be To say thou Fool I do require of thee Thy soul this night come give a just account To what thy Stewardship does now amount How dumb senseless would he stand to see Hell ready to devour him presantly Calls to the Rocks and strives to get a place Therein to hide him from God's angry face But yet suppose God suffers him to live Adds mercy unto mercy and does give Him yet a longer time of life and trys If he 'll Repent before death shuts his eyes He sees that time runs round like to a wheel And wrinckled Years upon his brow does steal Besides gray hairs on 's crazy head doth grow Scatter'd it lies like to a drift of Snow A foggy dimness doth his sight assail Striking into his head his eyes they fail His tongue does faulter and his hands they shake And with the Palsie every limb does quake His glass most run he 's even out of breath Ready to yield his life to conquering death Who will no longer favour his old age But is resolved in his death ingage If peeps behind the Curtain in his face Then draws the Schene then breavful is his case His tongue does quiver and his veins does start Like sticks asunder nay his very heart Ceases its motion with his vitals soon And now alas he 's colder than a stone His Kinsfolks dear his dying eyes do shut So from his Bed he 's in a Coffin put Thus ends his Earthl'y splendour and his pleasure ' Wife Children Kinsfolk and his bags of treasure Are left behind enjoy the same estate A little while but follow must his fate Nay they 're not sure to keep it half a day For Death does oft sweep Families away The Infants instantly bereav'd of Mother Husband from Wife the Sister from her Brother Behold this figure see the glass does run Therefore Repent before thy time is gone Both Young and Old have this before your eyes You 're born to happiness or miseries O therefore wretched man this very day Strive by Repenting tears to wash away Thy sins and then no doubt thy Lord will be In love and mercy reconcil'd to thee The manner of Christ's coming at the Day of Judgment Serene like as the days of Noah were So shall the coming of God's Son appear Eating and Drinking men will merry make And carnal Souls Security will take And like the thief who cometh in the night So will the Son of Man in glory bright Come down with numerous Angels and the sound Of trumpets shrill whose voice unnerves the ground The dead arise Lord what a horrour here Is to the wicked who must strait appear And come to Judgment O how this begins To bring to mind their many wretched Sins O what sad shrieks they make and clam'rous cries To see Hell gaping just before their eyes The Heav'ns to melt away with fervent heat The Earth a burning underneath their feet The Blessed State of the Godly But happy ever happy are the Sheep Of Christ who joy for evermore will keep When he shall say to Saints come come thee hither You of my chosen Flock blest of the Father The kingdom now enjoy for you prepar'd Before the heav'ns were made or world was rear'd Oh what soul ravishing sweet news is this Angels attend them presently to bliss The miserable State of the wicked But dark what grief the Damned does attend Who have no Advocate to stand their Friend Sentence must passed be go go to dwell In Firey Burnings in the Lake of Hell Depart with Devils which did you entice To hate your Saviour and cleeve to Vice Go to that Everlasting Pit and lye Howling with Firey Fiends perpetually O what a wretched sight 't will be to see The Devils dragging them to misery Husbands to see their Wives convey'd to Bliss Whilst they ' mongst Damned quite Salvation miss Son from the Father Father from the Son Must partest be in the great Day of Doom Praising of God and own it to be just Their own Relations are with Devils curst The Godly they to Heaven take their flight Whilst wicked take their course to Hell out-right Lord let us watch continually and pray That we may be prepar'd for that Great Day Give us Repentance that while here we live We may the offers of thy Son receive Then feed our souls good God with thy rich Grace That we may stand before our Saviour's Face Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden-Ball in Pye-corner near West-Smithfield