Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	old_a	young_a	youthful_a	65	3	10.3220	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10147	A gorgious gallery, of gallant inuentions Garnished and decked with diuers dayntie deuises, right delicate and delightfull, to recreate eche modest minde withall. First framed and fashioned in sundrie formes, by diuers worthy workemen of late dayes: and now, ioyned together and builded vp: By T.P.	Proctor, Thomas, poet.	1578 (1578)	STC 20402; ESTC S102575	64,661	122

honor to aspire Whose greatest pompe doth but a while endure For proofe the flower bedect with gorgious hew As soone with heate of scorching sun doth fade As doth the weede the which vnséemly grew And showes it selfe vncouerd with the shade The stately ship which floates on f●ming fluds With waue is tost as soone to surging Seas Doth yéeld his pompe though fraught with store of goods As vessell weake whose force the streame assayes Our selues may show the state of eche degrée As Sampson stout whose force Philistians felt For wealth let Diues glut with golde our Mirror bée Marke Nemrods fall whose hart with pride was swelt And diuers mo whose preter pathes may learne Our future steps our vayn vnsteady stay Whose elder lyues already past may warne Us shun such snares which leades vs to decay FINIS T. P. The fall of folly exampled by needy Age. BEhold mée here whose youth to withered yeres Doth bow and bend compeld by crooked age Sée here my lyms whose strength benumbde weres Whose pleasure spent gray heares bids to bee sage But loe to late I lothe my life lewd spent And wish in vayne I had foreséene in youth These drowsie dayes which mooues mee to lament My idle youth prou'd what therof ensueth Unstorde olde yeres must serue for lusty prime These féebled ioynts must séeke to serue their want With tedious toyle because I vsde not time Loe thus I liue suffisde perforce to scant In flaunting yeres I flaunting florisht forth Amid delight puft vp with puffing pryde Meane garments then I déemed nothing worth Nay scace the best might serue my flesh to hide I thought them foes which tolde mée of my fault And iudgd them speake of rigor not good will Who toulde of gayne mée thought for hire did hault Then loe I lothde what now I wish by skill Experience mooues mée mone the more my gréefe In lyuely yeres because I did not shun Such idle steps least voyd of such reléefe As might haue helpt my age now youth is dun But what preuayles to wish I would I had Sith time delayd may not bee calde agayne A guerdon iust for such as youth too bad Consumes it is in time therfore take payne Seeke how in youth to serue contented age Learne how to lead your life in vertues lore Beholde you mee attacht with death his page Constraynd through want my lewdnes to deplore What greefe more great vnto a hauty hart Then is distresse by folly forste to fall What care more cruell or lothsom to depart From wealth to want it greeues vs to the gall But what auayles to boast or vaunt of vayne What profit i st to prayse a passed pryde Sith it consum'd is but a pinching payne A heape of harmes whose hurt I wretch haue tryde A direfull dreed a surge of sorowing sobs A carking care a mount of mestiue mone A sacke of sin coucht full of cankered knobs A wauering weed whose force is soone orethrone For proofe behold the boast of breathing breath See see how soone his valiaunst vaunt doth vade Our pleasant prime is subiect vnto death By vices vrgde in waues of wo to wade I know the state and trust of euery tyme I see the shame wherto eche vice doth cum Therfore by mee learne how to leaue such crime Foe●ix quem faciunt aliena pericula cautum Let mee your Mirror learne you leaue what 's lewd My fall forepassed let teach you to beware My auncient yeres with tryall tript haue vewd The vaunt of vice to be but carking care FINIS T.P. ¶ A proper Sonet how time consumeth all earthly thinges AY mee ay mee I sighe to see the Sythe a fielde Downe goeth the Grasse soone wrought to withered Hay Ay mee alas ay mee alas that beauty needes must yeeld And Princes passe as Grasse doth fade away Ay mee ay mee that life cannot haue lasting leaue Nor Golde take holde of euerlasting ioy Ay mee alas ay mee alas that time hath talents to receyue And yet no time can make a suer stay Ay mee ay mee that wit can not haue wished choyce Nor wish can win that will desires to see Ay mee alas ay mee alas that mirth can promis no reioyce Nor study tell what afterward shal bee Ay mee ay mee that no sure staffe is giuen to age Nor age can giue sure wit that youth will take Ay mee alas ay mee alas that no counsell wise and sage Will shun the show that all doth marre and make Ay mee ay mee come time sheare on and shake thy Hay It is no boote to baulke thy bitter blowes Ay mee alas ay mee alas come time take euery thing away For all is thine bee it good or bad that growes FINIS A Mirror of Mortallity SSall clammy clay shrowd such a gallant gloze ●ust beauty braue be shrinde in dankish earth Shall crawling wormes deuoure such liuely showes of yong delights When valyant corps shall yéeld the latter breath Shall pleasure vade must puffing pride decay Shall flesh consume must thought resigne to clay Shall haughty hart haue hire to his desart Must deepe desire die drenchd in direfull dread Shall déeds lewd dun in fine reape bitter smart Must each vade when life shall leaue vs dead Shall Lands remayne must wealth be left behinde Is sence depriu'd when flesh in earth is shrinde Séeke then to shun the snares of vayne delight Which moues the minde in youth from vertues lore Leaue of the vaunt of pride and manly might Sith all must yeeld when death the flesh shall gore And way these wordes as soone for to be solde To Market cums the yonge shéepe as the olde No trust in time our dayes vncertayne bee Like as the flower bedect with splendant hue Whose gallant show soone dride with heat wee see Of scorching beames though late it brauely grew Wée all must yeeld the best shall not denye Unsure is death yet certayn wee shall dye Although a while we vaunt in youthful yeares In yonge delightes wee see me to liue at rest Wee subiect bee to griefe eche horror feares The valiaunst harts when death doth daunt the brest Then vse thy talent here vnto thee lent That thou mayst well account how it is spent FINIS T.P. A briefe dialogue between sicknesse and worldly desire ¶ Sicknesse TO darkesome caue where crawling wormes remayn Thou worldly wretch resigne thy boasting breath Yéeld vp thy pompe thy corps must passe agayn From whence it came compeld by dreadfull death ¶ Worldly desire Oh sicknesse sore thy paines doo pearce my hart Thou messenger of death whose goryng gripes mee greue Permit a while mee loth yet to depart From fréends and goods which I behinde must leaue ¶ Sicknesse Ah silly soule entis'de with worldly vayne As well as thou thy fréends must yéeld to death Though after thee a while they doo remayne They shall not still continue on the earth ¶ Worldly desire What must I then néede shrine in gastly graue And leaue what long I

By vewing of thy face Full oft it ioyes my hart To kisse ▪ that clot of clay From whence thou shot those louing lookes Which bred my whole decay O blessed place I cry Though woorker of my payne Render I craue most hartely To mee my loue agayne Not wofull Monsier dom Dieg Or Priams noble sonne Constrayned by loue did euer mone As I for thée haue donne Sir Romeus annoy But trifle seemes to mine Whose hap in winning of his loue Did clue of cares vntwine My sorrowes haue no ende My hap no ioy can spie The flowing Fountayne of my teares Beginneth to waxe drie Let pitty then requyte my payne O woorker of my woe Let mercy milde possesse thy harte Which art my freendly foe Receiue the hart which heare I yeeld into her hand Which made by force a breach in Fort Which I could not withstande Thou hast in Ballance paysd My life and eke my death Thy loyalty contaynes my ioy Disdayne will stop my breath If constant loue may reape his hire And fayth may haue his due Good hope I haue your gentill hart My grislie greefe will rue And that at length I shall My hartes delight imbrace When due desart by curtesie Shall purchace mee thy grace Untill which time my deare Shall still increase my payne In pensiue thoughtes and heauinesse Because I shall remayne FINIS ¶ A Caueat to yongmen to shun the snares of Cupids crafty sleightes IF euer wight had cause to mone or wayle with bitter teares His wretched life and wofull plight that still in languish weares Then haue I cause that late haue lodgde ▪ such loue within my hart With gréefe with payne with pyning panges ▪ my body boyles in smart O earth why doost not thou my wofull plight sustayne O surging Seas with swallowing gulfe release mee of this payne For languishing loue with dolefull doomes ▪ hath layd my hart in brine O wofull wretch O wicked wight That so for loue doth pine The Sonne that shines with golden beames and dries the dewie flowers Doth cause mée wretch with blubbering eyes to gush forth extreame showers The hermony of chirping birdes that ioyes with siluer songes Eche lyuing wight doth cause my cares to fill my hart with thronges Eche gladsome ioy of mundaine glée That glads the worldly minde Doth heape vp cares on carefull corps agaynst all course of kinde And so eche thing that ought delight and rid the minde from pause Contrariwise agaynst all right a thousand cares doth cause For when that I in sugred sleepe most swéetly should take rest Then doo I wring my wofull handes and beate my dolefull brest And if I chaunce on sleepe to fall a thousand dreames I haue And doo suppose I her embrace whose want will cause my graue And then with gladsome hart I ioy thus cleane depriued of wo But oh alas when that I wake I finde it nothing so And then my sighes from sobbing harte doth reaue my brest in twayne And teares that run from blubbered eyes doth more encrease my payne And when I should sustayne my lyfe and féeble corps with foode Unsauory séemes it vnto mee eache thing should doo mee good Amidst the nipping frostes I broyle in pearching heate I freese And thus agaynst all course of kinde for loue my l●fe I leese Wo woorth the time that first I lodgde thy s●oyling loue in harte You yonge men al bée warnd by mée And shun blinde Cupids Darte FINIS ¶ The aged Louers noate at length to learne to dye WHy askest thou the cause Wherfore I am so sad Thou knowst whē age on draws No creature can bee glad And sith shée hath mée rested And threatned mee to die Therfore I am sequestred All mirth for to denie And now with feeble age The rest of all my dayes My coūtenance must be ful sage Since that my life decayes Like as the harte of Oke By time doth rot at last Like time doth age prouoke With time my hart doth brast Lo thus by course of time My youth is gone and past And now the turne is mine Of bitter death to taste And noate that I haue sayd The cause wherof and why My youthfull partes be playde And I must learne to die FINIS ¶ The desperate Louer exclaymeth his Ladyes cruelty and threatneth to kill himselfe MY ioyful dayes bée past My plasant yeres be gone My life it may not last My graue and I am one My mirth and all is fled And I a man in woo Desireth to bee dead My misch●●fe to forgoe I burne and am a colde I freese in middest of fire I sée shée dooth with hold That most I doo desire I sée that shée doth sée And yet shee wil be blinde I see in healpinge mee Shée seeketh and wil not finde I sée how shée doth wrye When I begin to mone I see when I come nye How fayn shée would be gone I see shee knoweth my harte And how I doo complayne I see sh●● knoweth my smarte Shee seeth I doo not fayne I see my helpe at hand I see my death also I see where shee doth stand I see my cruell fo I see what would you more Shee would mee gladly kill And shee shall see therfore That shee shall haue her will. I cannot liue by stones It is to harde a food I would be dead at once to doo my Lady good Shee shall haue her request And I will haue mine ende Lo hee●e my blouddy brest To please her most vnkinde FINIS ¶ The Louer beeing blinded with the faythlesse loue of his Lady is contented to remit her fault vpon promis of amendment SInce that thou diddest mee loue When lust did thee prouoke And that thou doost well proue That I cannot reuoke My fréendship fast my loue nor my good will Shew some reléefe least in dispayre I spill How well I was content ●lwayes to follow thée How well I did assent Thy thrall aye for to bee Thy selfe can iudge to whom I doo appeale By sentence lo to yeeld mee wo or weale But if thou mée forsake As Cressid that forgot True Troylus her make And that thy hart is whot On him whom shame did force thée once his fayth to flie I see no hope but that hee must yéeld forth himself to die And though thou thinke that I Am loth the● too forgoe Yet shall I rather die Then liue and please my foe But hindre him in loue all others doth refrayne Whose treasō once did mée purchace thy due disdain FINIS ¶ A worthy comparison of Vertue agaynst all worldly pompe WHen that I way with wit and eke consider now The tickle stay of her that Fortunes whéele doth bow And turne euen at her will such luck loe as shee list No thread so surely sp●nne but that shee may vntwist I can but aye lament and wayle the lacke of them That in her holde doo trust weighing they are but men For if I were a Lorde and come of high degree And had all thing at