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	soul_n	8,923	5	5.0064	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13277	Panthea: or, Diuine vvishes and meditations: vvritten by Io. Siluester: reuised by I.M. Master of Arts. Whereunto is added an appendix, containing an excellent elegy, written by the L. Viscount St. Albans, late Lord High Chancelour of England. &c.	Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.; Martin, James, fl. 1615-1630.; Bacon, Francis, 1561-1626.	1630 (1630)	STC 23580; ESTC S118074	13,759	32

Place Nor Fauour Wealth or Worldly Grace Nor trouble Patience with a hope Of ought beyond my onely Scope Nor sooth nor flatter lye nor sweare Nor stand in Danger nor in Feare Of him of her of this of that Nor hunt I know not after what But loue the Measure and the Meane That keepes the Soule and Body cleane Then should I finde this Life but Breath That Sinne hath subiect made to Death For from the greatest to the least No Soule but liues at some vnrest The soundest and the deepest Wit Sometimes in idle Thoughts doth sit The fairest and the sweetest Face Is sometime subiect to Disgrace The Noblest and the valiant'st Minde Sometime may hap goe downe the Winde The richest Hand and proudest Heart May chance to play the Beggers part The valiant'st Arme and strongest Hand Sometime at Mercies Gate may stand The purest Soule that would not sinne May chance to fall in Satans Ginne Then since I see there is no state But that sometime or soone or late Is subiect to so hard a course As leaues the Better for the Worse Though I be not so wise as Hee That made me This to know and see Yet will I ioyne with him in this Vpon this Earth to build no Blisse But with the Wings of Faith to flye Vnto my Glorious God on high And in his Mercy only proue The Blessings for my Soules behoofe From Sorrow Sinne and Satan free And loue the World that list for me III. Wish or Meditation OH that I had that Patience That is the Spirits Excellence That Io●n in all his paines did proue Vnto the Lord to shew his Loue Then should no Losse of Lands or Goods Bring in such Flotes of Sorrowes Floods Nor Childrens Death nor dogged Wife Nor wounded Heart nor weary Life Nor Scoffs of Friends nor words of Griefe Nor Hearts Despaire of Hopes Reliefe Should make me once which God forbid Offend his Grace what ere he did But say with Iob If he will kill My heart yet will I loue him still And in his sight my Waies reproue That is the God of gracious Loue. That then when All were at the worst And that my Heart were almost burst My Soule might feele that Comfort sweet Did tread all sorrow vnder Feet But Iob was iust so am not I His God did but his Patience try And made his Faith in Mercy finde The Comfort of a constant Minde But my Soule hath so wicked bin That I am scourged for my Sinne In Iustice but with Mercy such As I can neuer praise too much For had not Mercy heal'd my Sore I had bin slaine for euermore But my good GOD is euer One His Hand is not to me alone But vnto All that in distresse Doe in his Mercy seeke redresse And whose true Patience Faith and Lone Doe in his Iustice Mercy proue IIII. Wish or Meditation OH that I had that Gracious Call That from the Heauens had blessed Paul That chosen Saint of sacred Blisse Where only Saints true blessing is Who from the way of wicked Thought Vnto the gates of Grace was brought And when his Eyes were stricken blinde Had such an insight of the Minde As made him see through Mercies light That is the Soules eternall sight How blinde is Reasons ruthfull Eye Where Errour leads the Heart awry Whilst Conscience thinking to doe well Doth carry Misconceit to Hell Till Mercy meeting on the way Brings home the Sheepe that went astray Then should no Office Power nor Place Make me to secke my Soules Disgrace To take a Tyrants powerfull Rod To persecute the Saints of God But I should more in soule reioyce In Mercies Gracious-Glorious Choice All Persecutions to abide Where Patience Feith and Loue is tride Of the sweet Lord of Heauens Blisse Than persecute one Saint of his But all my Loue and Loues Delight My Meditation day and night Should onely all and euer be Of Mercy that so called me No Griefe no Paine no Want nor Woe That I should euer liue to know But I should thinke too little all In Loue to answer Mercies Call For all the World I would not care Nor K●nor Kesar would I feare No threats nor thraldome scourge nor death To speake his Praise should stop my breath But I should plainely speake and write My knowledge of the Lord of Light And to the Glory of his Name Throughout the World divulge the same My Walke should be but in his Wayes My Talke but only in his Praise My Life a Death but in his Loue My Death a Life for him to proue My Care to keepe a Conscience cleane My Will from wicked thoughts to weane My Prayers for the Good of all That Mercy vnto Grace doth call My Labour for the loue of Truth To leade the life of Age and Youth My Comfort truely to conuert The Soules which Satan did peruert My Health to labour for their Loue That seeke their blessing from aboue My greatest Ease to worke for those Whom Mercy to Saluation chose My Paine and Pleasure Trauell Ease My God thus in his Saints to please Then should I this base World despise With all Earths idle Vanities And gouerne mine Affections so That Sin should neuer ouerthrow This wounded wofull Soule of mine But still in Mercies loue diuine My Soule should finde that life of Grace As should all Earthly loue deface And I should onely wish to liue All Glory to my God to giue And all in all my loy to bee His seruant that so called mee V. Wish or Meditation OH that my Soule might liue to proue Some part of that sweet blessed Loue Which IOHN th'Enangelist possest When he lean'd on our Sunours Brest When Wisdome Vertue Grace and Truth Embrac'd the blessed dayes of Youth Then should I fly with Eagles wings Vnto the Glorious King of Kings And see that Heauenly Court of his The Beauty of the Angels Blisse Where Goodnesse Grace and Glory dwels And Lone and Lise and nothing else But Holinesse and Heauenly Light All onely in my Sauiours sight Then should I loath this World of Woe That doth bewitch the Worldling so And seeke but at my Sauiours feet To find my Soules eternall Sweet Till Mercy will vouchsafe me Grace To haue a glimpse of his sweet Face In whose least sweetest Looke of Loue A Sea of Ioy the Heart doth proue And swimming in the Soules Deligh Is rauisht with that Glorious Sight But though I cannot be so blest To leane vpon my Sauiours Brest As all vnworthy of such Grace To looke on his Coelestiall Face Yet let me beg at Mercies Feet That I may but receiue this Sweet That when his Saints and Angels sing Their Haleluiahs to their King My Soule in Ioy all-sounding then May haue but leaue to sing AMEN FINIS A Funerall PYRAMID TO the deare Memorie of the Most deare 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I consecrate this Threne these Funerall Teares 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 These are the Cypresse Branches that I beare The