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	true_a	6,816	5	4.9193	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B00516	Robin conscience, or, Conscionable Robin his progresse through court, city and countrey: with his bad [en]tertainment at each severall place, &[c.]	M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656?	1640 (1640)	STC 19266.5; ESTC S120340	5,768	20

●here words in vaine 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Out of the place I soone was chas'd Quoth one man Conscience for thy presumption base Intruding to this golden place Thou death deserv'st therefore apace be gone man Dost think that we have so much gold Before our eyes still to behold Will thus by Conscience be control'd and curbed Oh no poore fellow halfe away For if long in this place thou stay Thou shalt be I le be bold to say disturbed From thence I turned down Bread-street A Cheese monger I there did meet He hyed away with winged feet to shun me How now quoth I why run you so Quoth he because I well doe know That thou art Conscience my old foe thou 'st done me Great wrong while I made use of thée And dealt with all men honestly A rich man I could never be but since then I banisht have thy company And us'd deceit with those that buy I thrive and therefore Robin hie thée hence then I left him with his had intent And into Fish-street straight I went Among those Lads who wish that lent were all yeare As soone as ere they me espied They all at once upon me cride And swore that Conscience should not guide 〈…〉 there I séeing things thus séeming strange That all men did from goodnesse range Did hie me straight to the Exchange a Merchant Was so affrighted when I came But presently he blusht for shame His countenance did shew the same in searchant Quoth he friend Robin what dost thou Here among us Merchants now Our businesse will not us allow to use thée For we have trafficke without thée And thrive best if thou absent be I for my part will utterly refuse thée I being thus abus'd below Did walke up stairs where on a row Brave shops of ware did make a show most sumptuous But when the shop-folke me did spy They drew their darke light instantly And said in comming there was I presumptuous The gallant Girles that there sold knacks VVhich Ladies and brave women lacks VVhen they did sée me they did waxe in choller Quoth they we nere knew Conscience yet And if he comes our gains to let We 'll banish him he 'll here not get one Scholler I being feered thus and scorned VVent down the staires sorely mourned To think that I should thus be turn'd a begging To Gracious-street I went along Where dwell a 〈…〉 That will deceive both old and young with cogging As Drapers Poulterers and such Who thinke they never get too much The word Conscienc to them is Dutch or Spanish And harder too for speech they 'll learne With all their heart to serve their turne But Conscience when they him discerne they banish I seeing all the City given To use deceit in spight of Heaven To leave their company I was driven perforce then So over London-bridge in haste I hist and scoft of all men past Then I to South w●rk tooke at last my course then When I came there I hop'd to find Welcome according to my mind But they were rather more unkind then London All sorts of men and women there Askt how I durst to them appeare And swore my presence they would cleare abandon I being sore a thirst did goe Vnto an Ale-house in the row Meaning a penny to bestow in strong Béere But cause I for a quart did call My host is swore she 'd bring me small Or else I should have none at all thus wrong'd there I bad her on her Licence looke Oh sir quoth she you are mistook I have my Lesson without booke If I my Licence should observe And not in any point to swe●ve Both I and mine alas would starve not surfet In stead of the quart pot of Pewter I all small iug● and need no tutor I Quartridge give to the Geometer most duely And he will see and yet will be blind A knave made much on will be kinde If you be one Sir tell your minde no truly No no quoth I I au● no Knave No fellowship with such I have My name is Robin Conscience brave that wander From place to place in hope that some Will as a servant give me roome But all abuse me where I come with slander Now when my hostesse heard me fell My name she swore I should not dwell With her for I would make her sell full measure She did conjure me to depart Hang Conscience sates she give me art I have not got by a penny a quart my treasure So out o' th doors I went with speed And glad she was to be thus fréed Of Conscience that she might spéed in frothing Into the Kings Bench I needs would goe The Iaylor did me backwards throw Quoth he for Conscience here you know is nothing Through Black-manstreet I went where Stood gazing 〈…〉 There two or thrée bawdes against me rores most lowdly And bad me get me hence apace Or else they 'de claw me by the face They swore they scorn'd me and all grace most proudly I walkt in S. Georges Field Where ●ooking Rascalls I beheld That all the yeare their hopes do build on cheating They were close playing at nine pins I came and told them of thes● sins Then one among the rest begins intreating That I would not torment them so I ●●ld them that I would not goe Why then quoth he I let thée know we care not And yet we 'll banish thee perforce Then he began to sweare and curse And said prat on til thou art hearse and spare not I left them in their wickednesse And went along in great distresss Bewailing of my bad successe and spied A windmil standing there hard by Towards the same then passed But when the Miller did me spie he cryed Away with Conscience I 'le none such That smell with honesty so much I shal not quickly fill my hutch by due tole I must from every bushel of meale A peck if not thrée gallons steale Therefore with thee I will no deale thou true soul Then leaving City skirts and all Where my welcome it was but small I went to try what would befall i th Countrey There thought I to be entertain'd But I was likewise there disdain'd A long time bootlesse I complain'd toth ' Gentry And yet no service could I have Yet if I would have play'd the Knave I might have had maintenance brave among them Because that I was Conscience poore Alas they thrust me out of doore For Conscience many of them swore did wrong them Then went I to the Yeomanry And Farmers of the Countrey Desiring them most heartily to take me I told them I would sell their corne Vnto the poor but they did turne Me out of doores and with great scorne forsake me One said he had no use of me To sell his corne for I quoth he Must not be onely rul'd by thée in selling If I shall Conscience entertaine Hee 'd make me leave ingressing gaine Here is for thée I tell the plaine no dwelling Thus from the rich men of the world Poor Conscience up and down is hurl'd Like angry Curs at me they snarl'd and checkt me Alas what shall I doe thought I 〈◊〉 Robin must I starve and 〈◊〉 I that I must if no body respect me At last I to my self bethought Where I must goe and heaven brought Me to a place where poore folks wrought most sorely And there they entertain'd me well With whom I ever meane to dwell With them to stay it thus befell though poorly Thus people that do labour hard Have Robin Conscience in regard For which they shall have their reward in Heaven For all their sorrow here on Earth They shall be filled with true mirth Crownes shall to them at second birth be given And all those Caitiffs that deny'd To entertain him for their guide When they by Conscience shal be tride and judged Then will they wish that they had us'd Poore Conscience whom they have resus'd Whose company they have abus'd and grudged Thus Robin Conscience that hath had Amongst most men but welcome bad He now hath found to make him glad abiding Mongst honest folks that have no lands But got their living with their hands These are his friends that to him stands and 's guiding These still kéep Conscience from grim death And neer gainsay what ere he saith These lead their lives so here beneath They may ascend from poverty To Glory and great Dignity Where they shall live and never dye while frying In hell the wicked lye who would Not use true Conscience as they should This is but for a morall told you in it He that observes may some-what spye That savours of divinity For conscionable folks do I begin it And so I 'le bring all to an end It can no honest man offend For those that Conscience doe defend it praises And if that any gal'd Iade kick The Author hath devis'd a trick To turn him loose i' th fields to pick up Daisies FINIS