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	love_n	love_v	14,009	5	6.7932	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36968	The constant lover, or, Celia's glory exprest to the life a pleasant new song (as it's sung after the Italian manner) and great in request at court and in the city : to the pleasant new tune of, Why are my eyes still flo----------ing.	D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.	1682 (1682)	Wing D2717; ESTC R41942	1,656	2

The Constant LOVER OR Celia's Glory exprest to the Life A pleasant new Song as it 's sung after the Italian manner and great in Request at Court and in the City To a pleasant new Tune of Why are my Eyes still flow-ing This may be Printed R. P. WHy are my Eyes still flow ing why do's my Heart thus trembling move Why do I sigh when go ing to see the Darling-Saint I love Ah! she 's my Heaven and in my Eye Love's Dei ty There is no Life like to what she can give Nor any Death like taking my leave Tell me no more of Glo ry to Courts Ambition I 'ave resign'd But tell a long long sto ry of Celia's Face her Shape and Mind Spake too of Raptures that wou'd Life destroy To en joy Had I a Diadem Scepter and Ball For that dear minute I 'd part with 'em all For that wou'd be a Trea sure beyond what e'er the World can give A joy beyond all mea sure must needs in such Endearments live Such tender Blessing who too much can prize which arise Beyond the reach of mortals tell And in themselves all pleasures excell Tell her those Roses blow ing that in her Face create a spring Those Lillies that are grow ing at e'ery sight fresh Raptures bring Which breathe into my heart Love's Gentle fire make me desire The dear enjoyment that I long is gain To which I wade even in a Sea of Pain Yet pain 's to me a Plea sure since 't is for her whom I adore I 'le wait till she 's at lea sure her 's with thy Captive heart restore I 'll scorn to think I suffer when such bliss such happiness As with a Glance can banish dispair Is still at hand my drooping soul to cheer As when the Sun by Beam ing upon the frozen Earth unbinds Her Icey Chains she seem ing dead to mankind new Life soon finds Kill'd by it● warmer Rays she pregnant grows And be stows Her Plenty on the long expecting Swain To let him see his hopes were not in vain Go bear ye Winds my sigh ing in gentle Gales to her relate I languish and am dy ing tell her 't is she must stay my Fate Tell her her eyes have given me a Wound that uncrown'd All happiness that the world did yield And from the Conqueror won the field Love's harvest is exceed ing when his soft Fires do gently move When his Kindness is a breed ing in the kind hearts of those we Love Breathe breathe these Fires into my Celia's breast To make me blest But let the gentle flame move calmly there Calm as the thoughts of new born Infants are Celia's Answer to the Constant Lover The Second Part To the same Tune WHilst Strephon was bewail ing the absence of his charming fair And thou 't was nought avail ing the Beauteous Celia she drew near All gay as new blown Roses are She did ap pear And hearing from the cool Grove his moan She in pitty made this kind return Come cease your eyes from flow ing and let not my poor beauties move A Shepherd that 's so know ing in all the secret ways of Love Ah! sigh not after me for I No Dei ty Can boast nor give the pleasure you feign Nor make you feel a moment of Pain Resine not then the Glo ry that blooming youth bids you embrace For things more Transi tory to dote upon a fading Face Great things pursue and lay Raptures by Which de stroy What honours building in a mighty mind Cease then to love to your Fame be more kind Where merit is command ing and Constancy do's bear it's part Alass there 's no withstand ing For why they storm the hardest heart Long time I did a Siege sustain But all in vain For like the Winter by the Spring o'erthrown I melt dear Strephon and am thy own If Roses they are blow ing for you they 're blooming in my Face For you they there are grow ing For you the Lillies all take place To please my Strephon all Conspire To raise high er Love's charming Power to ravish the Mind When to my dearest I strive to be kind My Strephon then leave sigh ing to Winds no more your Passion breath Nor speak as if a dy ing be you but constant and still live Live in your kindest Celia's heart let there Love de clare The mighty Empire you o'er her have gain'd And now a Uirgins kind Heart you have chain'd Printed for I. Conyers at the Black Raven a little above St. Andrews Church in Holbourn