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	world_n	13,510	5	4.9137	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04868	A prospective-glass for Christians; to behold the reigning sins of this age: or, The complaint of truth and conscience against pride, envy, hatred, and malice; which is too much practis'd in this present age. Tune of Monstrous women. Licensed according to order.		1688-1692? (1692)	Wing P3812; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[61]	1,164	1

A Prospective-Glass FOR CHRISTIANS To behold the Reigning Sins of this AGE OR The Complaint of Truth and Conscience against Pride Envy Hatred and Malice which is too much Practis'd in this present AGE Tune of Monstrous Women Licensed according to Order AS in a Slumber I was laid poor Conscience was making moan I saw sweet Truth in Rags array'd dejected and all alone I tell you the Aged as well as the Youth They slighted and hated poor Conscience in Truth But Dissimulation there 's thousands will sooth O Folly desperate Folly What will this World come to Sweet Truth immediately reply'd the Nation may well complain The Heart of Man is fill'd with Pride and Malice does Rule and Reign Ah Conscience I tell thee I find thou art poor I see thou art Naked and turn'd out of door The World sure was never so wicked before O Folly desperate Folly What will this World come to Some Men we find will rant and rear and call it a merry Life And oftentimes Embrace a Whore and ruin an honest Wife A Draggle-Tayl Drab they will cuddle and kiss And call her sometimes the Perfection of Bliss For every Rascal must now have his Miss O Folly desperate Folly What will this World come to Young Harlots do like Porters ply at every turning down And when a Cully do's draw nigh their Fair is but half a Crown Then strait they both in a Coach must be put The huffing young Gallant the draggle-tayl Slut While good honest People do walk it on Foot O Folly desperate Folly c. The Pride of Women in this Land was never in Eve our Mother See how their Top-Knots they do stand one Story above another Their Necks are naked their Breasts open wide Black Patches now Powder'd and Painted beside I think that the Devil 's in Women for Pride O Folly desperate Folly c. Some Men will say the Crow's not Black thus flatter before your Face Then cut your Throat behind your Back and that in a little space Their Smiles shall be presently turn'd to a Frown They 'll do what they can for to tumble you down And ruin a Neighbour for less than a Crown O Malice desperate Malice c. The down-right Man that cannot cog nor flatter his Friend at all Nor fawn like to a Spaniel Dog is often run down by all But he that hath a smooth Tongue to comply Can Complement Flatter Dissemble and Lye Oh this is an honest Man straight they will cry Oh Folly desperate Folly c. The Rich we find has many Friends the poor they have few or none But when this painful Life it ends we then shall be all as one The wealthy Rich Miser and crafty old Knave He shall with the poor Man lye down in the Grave He shall but a Shroud or a Winding-sheet have O Mortals covetuous Mortals Death we must all come to Then what 's the Glory of this World for which we so much contend When after Death we may be hurl'd where Misery has no end Then while we are living and flourishing here O labour to keep your Consciences clear To part with this World then you need not to fear Hate Folly desperate Folly Death we all must come to Printed for P. Brooksby J. Deacon J. Blare and J. Back