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

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04148	The London damsels fate by unjust tyrany [sic]: or, The rash lover. Being a relation of a handsome maid that was lately through the tyranny of her parents, forced from her dearest, to one whom she hated, her love for sorrow dyes, she being distracted through grief and envy, first drinks poyson, and then stabs herself, and dyed in great desolation. Tune of Troy town,.		1670-1696? (1696)	Wing L2895; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[153]	1,645	1

The London Damsels fate by unjust Tyrany Or the Rash Lover Being a Relation of a handsome maid that was lately through the Tyranny of her Parents forced from dearest to one whom she hated her Love for sorrow dyes she being distracted through grief and envy first drinks poyson and then stabs herself and dyed in great Desolation Tune of Troy Town ALl you that unto marriage tend and give your hearts unto the fate As maidens hearts that way do bend listen to what I shall relate Where unjust choice through Tyrany did bring this maids to misery She lov'd a youngman passing well whose youth and fortune did advance Both Spain and Holland as men tell and eke the glorious Court of France But as her Love she oft applyed her Parents-crossness still deny'd Yet she insisted in her Love and to her dearest gave her Heart Protesting still that death should prove her mortal soul e'r she would part Never did Turtles more invest a constancy in each ones breast She often clasp't about his Neck her Christal Arms as Lovers do But little thought those signs a check to bring her kindness unto woe Till pevish Parents by their will those tender hopes of joy did kill Her Lover us'd to make great moan saying if she were ever fled His would then be left alone and in short space of time be dead That such departing once away would quickly bring his fatal day No sooner had these Lovers gave each others hands and hearts also But her cross mother brings a slave whom she would have her married to Crossing her love to please her will because she would her mind fulfill Her Parents still made no delay to hasten her unto their choice But what she proffer'd they cryed nay and made it go by th' major voice Forcing her to be made a wife to whom she ne'r lov'd in her life Alas she cry'd her heart she had given unto her dearest love and joy Wishing a thousand times to Heaven and Mother that they 'd not destroy So dear a heart and force her mind to whom she ne'r could passion find Those sighs and tears could not prevaile against her stubborn Parents heart The more she beg'd the more they rail●d saying she and her love must part And under duty fix her mind unto the match they had design'd She now being banisht from her Love and wedding day now drawing on She must be forc'd her will to move on whom she ne'r could look upon Abjuring oft his very sight wish't Heaven would obscure the light For all these tears her friends increas'd in Tyranny still more and more So that the Parson never ceas'd till he had read the Wedlock o're Yet she did speechless still remain whilst tears sighs dropt down amain Then coming home with hand and Eyes erected up to Heaven she prays With Penetrable sighs and cries some stander by to end her days Wishing to Heaven that it wou'd let the Earth sink whereon she stood In the mean time her only dear whose Parents Tyrany did part These tydings which came to his ear within short space did break his heart Which then did so enrage her grief she gave the world o're for relief Now therefore falling in a trance like one distracted or possest Fancying the Furies turn●d her dance her wandring mind could take no rest Which then did so enrage her fate her friends then griev'd but 't was too late Thus poor distracted woman she for some few dayes in torture groan Her thoughts increase her misery and Parents then too late bemoan Then sitting on her mournfull bed with poyson in glass these words she said Love though thou art gone I am thy wife and this same health I d●ink for thee Thou that art dearer then my life why should we longer absent be Come gentle glass one kiss of thine shall send me to my love divine Then lifting up her stedy hand as if of her death were afraid From which with Dagger at command with sighs groans these words she said Since unto him my heart I owe I 'le pay my debts the world shall know Thus in a trice her life was gone and blood which for her Love was fled Now Harents well might sigh and groan for now alas they found her dead They grieve and curse their fatal breath as Accessaries of her death Lament and grieve they might in vain and to the stones declare their grief None sought to remedy their pain nor to their sorrows give relief That had thus through their Tyrany brought their own Child to misery Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in West smithfield