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	lord_n	sin_n	21,606	5	4.7055	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A73170	The wofull lamentation of Edward Smith a poore penitent prisoner in the iayle of Bedford, which he wrote a short time before his death. To the tune of, Dainty come thou to me.	Smith, Edward, poore penitent prisoner.	1625 (1625)	STC 22654.5; ESTC S124607	1,256	2

✚ The wofull lamentation of Edward Smith a poore penitent prisoner in the Iayle of Bedford which he wrote a short time before his death To the tune of Dainty come thou to me I Am a Prisoner poore Opprest with misery O Lord doe thou restore that faith which wants in me In woe I waile and wéepe In griping griefe I cry In dungeon darke and déepe In fetters fast I lye Sighing I sit and moane My foule offences all My loathsome life is knowne which makes me liue in thrall Ned Smith I am the wight In prison that remaines Tormented day and night with bands and iron chaines My ioyes are turn●d to nought My hopes are worne away My wickednesse hath wrought my downe-fall and decay Those gifts that God gaue me My wants for to supply Abused much I haue To please my fantasie My name I did denie In Bapti●me giuen me That Sacrament whereby Regenerate I should be No wit nor strength may serue The Law to satisfie For death I doe deserue In right and equity For I offended haue Nobles of high degrée What fauour can I craue For life or liberty But hope of life is past My acts so hainous be And liberty is lost Till death doe set me frée All men both old and young Which are at liberty And heare my dolefull song Example take by me Be true and trust in God Fly theft and vice eschew Lest Gods most heauy rod Correct your déeds vntrue Would I had ne'er bin borne To doe such wicked déeds Which makes me liue in scorne And shame that sore excéeds But that which passed is I cannot now recall My sinnes and my amisse O Lord forgiue them all Woe worth ill company Fie on that filthy crue Accurst the day may be That euer I them knew If life and death were set Before me for to chose Though I might pardon get My life first would I lose Then runne that wicked race And doe as I haue done Sweet Iesus giue me grace That life so lewd to shun Farewell my louing wife Who sought to turne my minde And make me mend my life Thy words ful true I finde Farewell my children all My tender Babes adue Let this your Fathers fall Be warning good for you Deare wife and Infants thrée Serue God remember this That you true subiects be Though I haue done amisse Farewell my Musick swéet And Cittron siluer sound Mourning for me is méet My sinnes doe so abound O Lord on bended knées And hands lift vp on hie Cast on me gracious eyes With grace my wants supply Lay not vnto my charge The things that I haue done Though I haue runne at large And plaid the vnthrift sonne Yet now I doe repent And humbly come to thée My sinnes I doe lament Swéet Iesus comfort me O Lord I doe lament And onely ioy in thée To praise thée day and night For thou redeemedst me Lord saue our royall King Whose prisoner poore am I Prolong his dayes on earth With fame and victory Against his Maiesty I haue offended sore Committing Felony And now I die therefore A dolefull death God knowes Which once I did defie Thus must I end my woes Which I take patiently By thée O Sauiour sweet In heauen I hope to rest In ioy where I shall meet Those soules whom thou hast blest Where we shall sing thy praise O God with voyces high When I shall end my dayes And liue eternally Printed at London for C. W.