Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	sin_n	sting_n	victory_n	14,564	5	9.4854	5	true

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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

Of best renown in my Impire ●et them imploy their cunning skill ●o free my person from this ill ●heir wits together I am sure ●hall length of days to me procure Death ●hy cunning men of greatest skill ●hy foolish hopes shall not fulfill ●t them conveen and do their best ●heir wit shall not procure thee rest 〈◊〉 drog composed by their Art ●●all loose my finger from thy heart The King ●●lt thou not reverence Kings with Crown ●t cruellie wilt pull them down 〈◊〉 great affairs do so require 〈◊〉 yet to govern this Impire 〈◊〉 absence and my fatal fall ●s Kingdom great will ruine all Death 〈◊〉 Begger and the King to me 〈◊〉 both of equal Majestie The great affairs of thy Impire Shall not obtain thee thy desire Though all thy Kingdoms come to nought I 'le have the thing that I have sought The King Some great designs I have intended Should I then die ere they be ended My Armies all go out with fame To purchase me a greater name If I shall die they will desist And burie me with shame in dust Death The great designs by thee pretended Thine eyes shall never see them ended Thine Armies great shall not thee bring More honour nor a longer Reign I make no count to bear the blame To burie thee in dust with shame The King Physicians learn'd make some Reply It doth now on your honour ly Such excellent advice to give As may your noble Prince relieve Let no expenses be regarded Your pains shall richly be rewarded The Physicians O Royal King it shall be so All cost and pains we 'll undergo To mitigate thy cruel pain We love our honour more than gain Yet our advice take in thy hand No Medicine can Death withstand The King Must I then die and no remeed ●l Death not my great terror dr●●● 〈◊〉 millions I did wale the S●●●d 〈◊〉 one commands me with a word ●his beseeming to a King ●t formerlie at will did reign Death ●ugh thou the greatest Monarch be 〈◊〉 it beseems you well to die 〈◊〉 swelling pride hath darkt thy wit ●u never didst resolve to flit ●e off thy prating proud for I 〈◊〉 boasting tongue from speech will ty The King ●rmies great what do you say 〈◊〉 ye this violence repay ●r King is taken from your head ●om ye did greatly fear and dread ●ventur'd many lives for me ● now alas my self must die ●oyal Subjects sad alas 〈◊〉 sorrowful now is my case ●eave this Honour Glory Crown 〈◊〉 Kingdoms all and so ly down ●ust and nothing more to have ●n honourablie be laid in grave ●s was in me a foolish thought ●t Heav'n to Kings needs not be bought 〈◊〉 now I see in entering there 〈◊〉 Begger may with Kings com● ar● ●ates of Heaven no entering in ●uch as are not wash'd from sin 〈◊〉 this I never made my work 〈◊〉 out of time I now remark ●h in Christ's blood to be more worth ●han Kingdoms honour riches birth And whatsoever they can give At hour of death they 'll take their leave O that this might a warning give To all that richlie here do live All earthlie glorie hath a date Repent in time or else too late O take this lesson now from me All is but vain and so I die The Sincere Believer O Death what wouldst thou me to say I know what Debt I have to pay I must lay down this mortal life And so for ay to end my strife Though that thou wouldst grant me delay I choose no longer here to stay Thy coming here not ill I take Thou's welcome for thy Masters sake Love-tokens he doth send with thee That shortly I his face shall see My Husbands messenger thou art Come quickly then and act thy part Come loose my bonds and let me go O Death why dost thou linger so Make haste O time my glass run out Sun swiftlie move thy course about Close up my time that once he may Come solemnize the wedding day Then shall my joyful day begin When I his presence enter in Then shall I taste eternallie Which in my life my Faith did see The earnest is so sweet to taste That to enjoy the harv'st I haste The term-day of my grief is come For now I 'le ever ceafe from sin Death's bodie now I shall lay down And shall put on immortal Crown And set my feet on neck of those That in my life were vexing foes Though thou this breath take me fro I will not count thee as my foe No terrour thou can be to me Since Christ my life for Me did die O Death I am thy death said he O Grave I am thy victorie From hence the bitter sting is lost Thou canst no sound believer boast I 'll willingly endure the pain And die in hope to live again Now holie Father to thy hand The Sp'rit thou gave I do commend O that Death would within short space Remove that vail that hides his face That I may see as I am seen And nothing come our face between That I might see that compleat sight Of Jesus in his glory bright O dearest friends come learn at me While ye have life still learn to die Make peace with God in Jesus Christ Then Death and ye shall sweetly tryst Ye need not fear a moments pain A door shall open to your gain Take not this counsel as a jest 〈◊〉 speak to you from what I taste All that this earth could give to me ●dung compar'd with what I see ●ehind the vail then nothing fear 〈◊〉 ●ose whatever you have here 〈◊〉 find the earnest of this joy ●ou● wit and strength do all imploy The shadows vain on earth forsake Sad reck'ning in the end they 'l make O that ye saw what I do feel And so I bid you all farewell The Believing Souls So●iloque to it self MOunt up O Soul above created glore Take Christ in stead of all thou had before On earth below take life in stead of death Take joy for grief most willingly out-breath This dying life not worthie of the name Triumph ov'r death ov'r trouble sorrow shame Put off thy beggers robe thy bodie frail Thy earthlie mind that in the mire doth trail Put on that sute that never shall wax old Thy self in Christ's pure righteousness unfold Mount up and reign in perfect joy and love Possess the Throne that House that is above Not made with hands eternal in the Heav'n Expect thy bodie from the dust again Joyn'd with thy soul that both together may Sing praise to God that e're they saw that day To God the Father who did plot such thing A sinful worm ay with himself to reign To Christ the Son who his blood fullie spent 〈◊〉 blameless to the Father to present And to the Spirit who doth us sanctifie Ay Three in One and ever One in Three Here I desist because the time is ny And so I flit hence to eternity FINIS

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