Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	purpose_n	young_a	youth_n	38	3	8.0495	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B02890	Deaths summons: or, A conference betwixt death and the young man, the married man, and the king		1670-1679? (1679)	Wing D503A; ESTC R175918	5,185	13

Deaths Summons OR Conference betwixt Death and the Young Man the Married Man and the King DEath stoutly doth poor Man assail And makes his greatest strength to fail ●an strives and comes at all no speed ●gainst Death be sure there 's no remeed The Young Man Who 's this so proudly strikes my Gate ●s if he were some Prince of State ●ome Tyrant surely thou must be That is thy business with me ●y Gates are strongly shut therefore ●o hence and trouble me no more Death ●en thy Gate let in thy foe ●y folly makes thee answer so 〈◊〉 Death thy mortal enemie ●harge thee now prepare for me ●ou's know me better ere we shed ●hen I have bound thee to thy bed The Young Man ●hat Death why comes thou here so soon 〈◊〉 day is not yet come to noon ●uldst thou cut down the Flowers in May 〈◊〉 set the Sun before mid-day 〈◊〉 strength is firm I do not fear ●efore I counsel thee retire Though thou be yet of tender age That nothing doth my zeal asswage No date of age is set to me Some young some old each man must die Prepare thoe now make no delay Thy shifting will not make thee stay The Young Man What dost thou mean Art thou in haste I take thy suit to be in jest Should I prepare for thee before My years in number pass threescore This suit to me is but in vain Thou shalt not yet thy purpose gain Death I 'm serious always when I speak And do obtain what I do seek Thy folly makes thee to refuse Know thou no jesting I do use Ere it be long thou shalt receive A dart shall wound thee to the grave The Young Man I 'm wounded sore yet that 's no matter Within few days I shall grow better It is no new thing thus to be A little pain'd and yet not die With Medicine and nature strong My pain shall cease ere it be long Death No Medicine shall do thee good Thy natures strength and heat of blood Shall not rescue thee from my hand There 's nothing can my force withstand So thou shalt quickly have a dart That mortally shall wound thy heart The Young Man Now I am wounded sore indeed I strugled have and come no speed I 'll strive no more but will desist I think it best now to solist Have pitie and my youth head spare And do not frustrate my welfare Death Thou may solist yet not prevail Thy arguments they shall thee fail Thy strugling and thy oratrie Shall both alike come speed with me 〈◊〉 know not how to be solisted ●y purposes cannot be wrested The Young Man 〈◊〉 Death thy talk is very bold Wilt thou not pity young nor old ●an nothing now thy fury swage Except I die in flower of age O crueltie Who can but hate Thy dealing and my case regrate Death 〈◊〉 care not who thy case lament Their tears shall not make me repent ●ll deal with thee on that same score 〈◊〉 I have dealt with all before ●esolve thee freelie now to yield ●r nothing from me can thee shield The Young Man ●ad lament What shall I say ●st this now be my dying day 〈◊〉 time hath been a moment here ●nitie doth now appear 〈◊〉 I lay down this body so 〈◊〉 knowing whither I shall go Death Thy glass is run thy time is gone It is too late to make thy moan Thy healthy days are slidden by Eternitie it draweth nie Thy days of health they were most fit To view thy sin and mourn for it The Young Man O loving friends what shall I do Or whither shall I turn me to Death will not spare God's strange to me No other thing but wrath I see No tongue of Angels can express What is my dole and heaviness O that ye would in time repent Your sins lest Death you thus prevent Do not your precious time mispend Lest it be bitter at your end My sad example may you teach And so with this I end my speech The Married Man WHat is my ease What means this pain That doth my carnal joy restrain My strength doth fail my head doth ake And all my bones begin to shake Shall I in earn'st my self perswade That this is Death doth me invade Death Go to thy house in order set For thou must quickly pay thy Debt Which every man doth owe to me Who hath put on mortalitie ●hat I am Death I make thee sure 〈◊〉 Medicine my wound shall cure The Married Man I 'm wedded and my children small How can I hearken to thy call Forbear a little give me space My pleasant portion to imbrace My infants they are unprovided My suits in Law are undecided Death Thy childrens age I do neglect Thy married state I 'le not respect That portion pleasant in thy fight Shall quickly interchange with night Thy children thou shalt not provide Nor any suits in Law decide The Married Man O sudden change and unexpected Death was the thing I most neglected I studied nought but here to bide My wife and children to provide Now I am summon'd ere I be Well fix'd in my felicitie Death 〈◊〉 fixed and an happie state To fancie here it îs too late No byding here I will thee grant Though Wife and Children all should want My Summons thou must now obey No longer time thou hast to stay The Married Man ●d is my case what shall I say ●n summon'd now to die this day ●y compts with God they are not clear His wrath and justice I do fear My conscience in me damps me so That God appeareth as my fo With fervent suit I thee require That thou wouldst grant me my desire Give me some space yet to begin An holy life and die to sin O how do I abhore to die While I no hope of mercie see Death Thy fervent suit shall not procure The length'ning of thy life an hour A time was given to repent Which in thy folly thou mispent The time that 's gone thou's not recall No longer time thou purchase shall The Married Man O sudden sad and doleful day My debt is great I cannot pay What horrid sight is this to me A fire to burn worm not to die Eternallie to lose the light And have with Devils a constant night Must I endure this sadest case The wrath of God without release O that this might be granted me Still sick to ly and not to die This I would choose but no remeed For cruel Death doth cut my threed The King WHo 's this so bold I wonder much That dare my sacred person touch 〈…〉 not me to be Commander of this Monarchie Go call my Subjects to my hand This cruel Traitor to command Death Although thou be a King of power Thou shalt find me thy match and more The King of Terrors calls thee now Lay down thy Crown and to me bow Let all thy Subjects come and see How stoutly I shall vanquish thee The King Physicians all to meet require