Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	mean_v	young_a	youth_n	32	3	7.6011	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A30923	Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts / part I, occasionally written by Mrs. Jane Barker, part II, by several gentlemen of the universities, and others.	Barker, Jane.	1688 (1688)	Wing B770; ESTC R7698	114,866	432

'm sure my Soul will lose her way II. Oh 't is not dark enough I wish it were Some Rays are still on my Eyes Atmosphere Which give sufficient light I find Still to continue me stark blind For to Eyes that 's dazl'd with too radiant light Darkness proves best restorative o' th' light To my Dear Cousin Mrs. M. T. after the Death of her Husband and Son. DEar Coz. I hope by this time you have dry'd At least set bounds to th'almost boundless tide Of flowing Tears I 'm sure my wish is so Which Love and Int'rest does oblige me to For you can bear no Sufferings alone All yours are mine by participation And doubtless all your Friends in some degree Must bear a share if they can love like me Then if not for your own sake yet for ours And in submission to th' Eternal Powers Not only dry your Eyes but chear your Brow And lend us Ioys and we 'll repay them you Rouse up your Soul and shew your self indu'd With Mothers Prudence Fathers Fortitude In other Vertues you have equall'd them In these strive to out-doe your worthy Stem For here Ambition can't excessive be Neither esteemed pride or vanity For when we to the top of Vertue climb We 're sure in no mistake much less a crime But by this brave attempt you shall subdue Cross Fate which otherwise wou'd conquer you But after all that can be said on this I am not ignorant how hard it is To conquer Passions and our selves subdue Though advis'd by Friends and assisted too By the prevailing Powers of Grace from Heav'n Still Counsel's harder to be took than giv'n Not that I thought your Griefs profuse but knew Much to a Son more to a Husband 's due Only remember that our Lord has taught Thy will be done therefore we must in thought As well as words submit to his intents Who can bring good out of the worst Events Whose Mercy oft protracts the bad Man's doom And takes the good Man from the ill to come TO MY Young Lover INcautious Youth why do'st thou so mis-place Thy fine Encomiums on an o'er-blown Face Which after all the Varnish of thy Quill It s Pristine wrinkles shew apparent still Nor is it in the power of Youth to move An Age-chill'd heart to any strokes of Love. Then chuse some budding Beauty which in time May crown thy Wishes in thy blooming prime For nought can make a more preposterou● show Than April Flowers stuck on St. Michael's Bow. To consecrate thy first-born Sighs to me A superannuated Deity Makes that Idolatry and deadly Sin Which otherwise had only Venial been TO MY Young Lover ON HIS VOW I. ALas why mad'st thou such a Vow Which thou wilt never pay And promise that from very now Till everlasting day Thou mean'st to love sigh bleed and dye And languish out thy breath In praise of my Divinity To th' minute of thy Death II. Sweet Youth thou know'st not what it is To be Love's Votary Where thou must for the smallest bliss Kneel beg and sigh and cry Probationer thou should'st be first That thereby thou may'st try Whether thou can'st endure the worst Of Love's austerity III. For Worlds of Beauties always stand To tempt thy willing Eye And Troops of Lusts are at thy hand To vanquish thee or dye And now this Vow exposes thee To th' third of all the worst The Devil of inconstancy That Tempter most accurs'd TO MY Young Lover A SONG TO praise sweet Youth do thou forbear Where there is no desert For alas Encomiums here Are Iewels thrown i' th' dirt For I no more deserve Applause Now Youth and Beauty 's fled Than a Tulip or a Rose When its fair Leaves are shed Howe'er I wish thy Praises may Like Prayers to Heaven born When holy Souls for Sinners pray Their Prayers on them return To my Unkind Friend Little Tom King. I. WEll by experience now I see This World 's made up of flattery Complements and formality Since nought but int'rest now can bind Ev'n old acquaintance to be kind 'T were madness then to hope to find True Friendship in the Modern Crew Of late-contracted Friends Hence then acquaintance all adieu I can't oblige my Friendship to pursue Such dull insipid ends As nought but to a Ceremony tends Since Friendship from old Friends is flown Rather than endure the pratlings The flatteries and the censurings Which a Modish Friendship brings My pensive Dove shall sit and coo alone II. But perhaps it will be said Unlucky Business has this mischief made Business that plausible excuse Of all unkindness to a Friend That Bankrupt that ne'er pays Principle nor Use Of all the Time that e'er we to him lend Yet Bus'ness now 's a Merchant of such Fame That he has got the whole Monopoly Of Time Love Friends and Liberty Of which if there be scarcity Bus'ness is to blame For nought can vended be but in his Name III. Since then the World 's so much to Bus'ness pro●e 'T is time that idle I was gone Alas why do I stay VVhen that canker bus'ness which I hate VVith Int'rest is confederate Eats our pleasant shady Friends away VVe're left obnoxious to the storms of Fate Nay ev'n then the hottest Gleams Of Prosperities brightest Beams Help but to make us dwindle and decay And though we strive our selves to shade Under the closest Rules of Constancy Yet when the Powers of Fate invade That too alas will shake and fade And make us see That though our best Ambition strives To keep a reg'lar harmony Yet Fate will ring her Changes on our Lives Till discordant Death arrives VVho informs us by his latest Knell Whether we have made up this World's Consort well IV. Hence I 'll not murmur then Though some grow Proud and others really Great Or heap up Riches by deceit Since they must pay it all again To Death who rapaciously devours All for which we drudge in vain And sell our ease for fruitless pain All which we like mistaken fools call ours Whilst in some lazie Solitude may I Enjoy my self alone Free from this VVorld's buzzing frantick feuds And sweets and stings of Fate 's Vicissitudes Have nothing else to do but dye I care not who esteems me as a Drone For out o' th' World so secretly I 'll steal That babbling Fame shall not the theft reveal And when I to my long repose am gone My dearest Brother who is gone before Half way will meet me in the Air or more Where we 'll be happy in Excess In Mansions of Eternal blessedness Yet if there can be Any allay of this felicity It will be this when he shall find That I no other news can bring From his Old Friend my Little King But that he was unkind A Second EPISTLE To my Honoured Friend Mr. E. S. I. OFt has my Muse and I fall'n ou● And I as oft have banish'd her my Breast But such alas still was her interest And still to

Resolves by new Engagements tye Thy Passions up restrain their liberty Place thy affections upon things above Try then to surfeit i● thou canst on Love In time secure that which alone can last When youth and beauty strength and life are past Then as thy Sands do was●e and Years increase Thou shalt at last expire with Ioy and Peace UPON CHRIST's NATIVITY BEhold an Universal Darkness has o'er-spread This lower World and Man in Sin lyes dead Now black Despair his heavy burthen's made And being fall'n God's Wrath can ne'er be paid For since his Native Innocence is flown All the first promises of Bliss are gone Think then O Adam on the state thou' rt in And all Ma●kind by reason of thy Sin. Alas poor Man thy Paradise is lost And thou might'st justly from thy Bliss be toss'd Into th' infernal Lake where with great pain B'ing exercis'd thou might'st lament in vain But stay a while What Musick 's this I hear Which sounds so sweetly from the heav'nly Sphere Look here O Man are thine Eyes upwards bent Here 's Angels surely on a Message sent Man. What Anthem's this sweet Angels that you sing Unto us Men do ye glad tydings bring Ang. We come from Heaven we declare no Ill But Peace on Earth and unto Men Good-will M. How so we pray can God be friends agen Will he be reconcil'd to sinfull Men Is God so kind so mercifull a God So soon to cast away his angry Rod A. You need not doubt wou'd you but with the Eye Of stedfast Faith pierce through the Starry Sky You might behold there God himself contriving Not for your Death but your Eternal Living M. But how shall we of this assured be What sign or token may we find or see A. Want ye a sign then do but us believe Here 's one behold a Virgin does conceive A Virgin true and chast do's now bring forth A Son unto you of Transcendent Worth This is the true Messias whom of old The Patriarchs and Prophets so fore-told This is the Seed to Adam promised By God to break the subtle Serpent's Head M. This being then the day of Iesus Birth Let us affect our Hearts with godly Mirth Let us I say both triumph joy and sing Glory be to our Christ our Priest our King. On the same EArly i' th' Morn I wak'd and first my Ear The Bell-man did salute with th' time of Year And next the joyfull Cock who 'd left his Nest Ceases not crowing Christus natus est The lesser Birds in sweeter Notes do sing And louder Sounds Echo from Bells that ring Amidst this joy I upward cast my Eyes And saw more brighter Rays adorn the Skies Where e'er I look'd a happy change I view'd Nature her self did seem as if renew'd But when surpriz'd with such a beauteous Scene I then resolv'd to think what this might mean And presently my Thoughts inlarged were And Christ his Incarnation did appear In the most great and highest Acts of Love Such as will Reason to amazement move For who can think on Man lost and undone To be redeem'd from Death by God's own Son And not be stricken with the quickest sence Of so much Love and charming Excellence Rouse then thy Minds best faculties and soar Up to a pitch thou never reach't before Strive to come near at least to imitate The holy Angels in their happy state Who always in a constant circle move Of giving praises unto God above And when to them the happy tydings came They gladly were the Heralds to proclaim The joyfull news to us then shall not Man Sing the same Anthem they on Earth began Give praises therefore unto God most high And joyn thy Soul to the bless'd Hierarchy When thus Seraphick-Love thy thoughts employ Thou shalt anticipate that Heav'nly Ioy. More on the same Subject LEt this days triumph o'er the World be crown'd A day of Iubilee for ever own'd With Harp and Violin our Mirth we 'll show Unto this day all gratitude we owe. Let Lute and Timbrel and Majestick touch Of the sweet Vial too proclaim as much Let Talbrot also and the loud-spoke Cymbal Ioyn with the sweeter of the Virginal Let all the Voices both of Base and Trebble Ioyn in this harmony let polish't Marble To future Ages keep his honour'd Name That they with equal pleasure speak the same And that a p●rfect joy may be express'd At the Solemnity of such a Feast Let the whole Earth put on her Robes of Green And be in Triumph when this day is seen And also let the pretty winged Quire From their warm Nests with joyfulness retire And fill the Air with sweet melodious Notes Which they sing forth from out their warbling Throats Let the Floods clap their hands and therein show That they rejoyce with all the World below Let Angels too above bedeck the Sky And in soft strains divulge their Harmony Let the Illustrious Cherubins descend With their delicious Carrols to attend Man's happy change which Christ alone did bring Who is become our Prophet Priest and King. O bless'd Redeemer why would'st thou come down Rather so lowly than with great Renown As soon as born why did'st thou not give order To be proclaim'd the World's great Emperour Or cam'st not vailed in an Angel's Shrine Or took the Nature of a Seraphin But this had been contrary to thy Will Who came the Prophet's Sayings to fulfill Besides thy Message had a nobler End Namely the World of Sin to reprehend And to refine and purge our thoughts from Earth Conveying to us Grace by second Birth To influence our Minds from Heav'n above And to possess us here with Peace and Love. ON NEW-YEARS-DAY OH Time with Wings thou well may'st painted be For that shows swiftness and celerity And thy keen Scythe as truly doth bespeak What mighty devastations thou do'st make That which thy hand incircles is a Glass VVhose Sands with fleeting constancy do pass An Emblem which adapted is to show VVhat short duration all things have below The Revolution of another Year Do's plain and obvious to each Eye appear The New-Year is in Infancy begun And to its latter period soon will run For when the last Years Scene of things are gone The Revolutions of the New post on View the Creation made with curious Art And you 'll see motion run through ev'ry part For whensoe'er that ceases presently The Object do's begin to wast and dye But now this Festival of New-years-day A more exalted Subject doth display For it exhibiteth upon Record The Circumcision of our blessed Lord VVhich Institution was by God decreed For a distinction unto Abr'am's Seed But when our Saviour came what need was there But that this Iewish Rite shou'd disappear The Circumcision of the Heart was then E●teem'd more proper for the Sons of Men Instead of Circumcision and the Passover Our Saviour therefore did enjoyn two other More Sacred Sacraments which Christians now Do celebrate with a most solemn Vow