Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	soul_n	youth_n	youthful_a	23	3	10.9980	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A96078	A dialogue betw[een] life and death Very requisite for the conte[m]plation of all transitory pilgrims, and pious minded Christians.	Wates, Richard.	1657 (1657)	Wing W1059; ESTC R232341	7,311	37

A Dialogue betw●●● Life and Death Very requisite for the Conte●plation of all Transitory Pilgrims and pious min●ed Ch●isti●●● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●●●●on by W. W. are to be sold by Edwar● 〈◊〉 〈…〉 ●auls Church-ya●d To the Worshipfull truely affecte● and no lesse meritorious Mr James Bis … Senior Esquire the Author wisheth Grace Mercy and Peace SIR THe manifold courtesies received at you● hands deserveth a far more gratificat●on than my ability either the one way 〈◊〉 the other is able to give you yet to b● oblivious of all were treb●e ingratitude And therefore to shunne so absurd an error I hav● in my dutifull affection laying aside Commic●… Thaleia presented to your Worships view Deat● Conquering that must be Conquered Although th● subject is not correspondent to festivall times yet to 〈◊〉 thought upon at all times and so in conclusion 〈◊〉 time omited But to make my Wings bigger then 〈◊〉 Neast were rediculous And therefore in the best 〈◊〉 affection I rest Your obliged Richard Wates DIALOGVE BETWEENE LIFE AND DEATA The Speakers for life are Wisedome Beauty Wealth Youth and Age. Death beginnes and proclaimes his authority from whom he is sent FRom th' Imperiall Throne of your Creator With this my large Commission I am sent My name is Death which most so much abhor And would through frailty this my sting prevent But my Embassage no one may withstand Being seald in Eden by th' Almighties hand This sandy glasse which in my hand I beare Doth measure out the time of mortall man Which being run with this my darting speare I bring him to the grave both pale and wan Nor King nor Keysar nor the servile slave That can be priviledged from the grave No golden bribes though leane I am in show Shall cause me at fond worldlings once connive Nor pleading Orator whose wisdom flow Like to bright Pallas shall his date survive Wher 's brave Hector Pompey Alexander Why gone by me that am the worlds commander Ther 's not a day doth passe but I doe bring A full fild catologue of the deads name Vnto your dreadfull Lord and heavenly King Some to their consolations some theire shame Where in a book of brasse the totall summe Are all recorded till the judgment come The utmost Region of the earth I tread To find the Christian Pagan faire and foule Millions of millions living I leave dead Some with a blessed some a cursed soule I cannot give omittance for an houre Having my charge from the eternall povre Death 's thy Advantage Death speakes to Youth THou that art youthfull and art newly come To speake the prologue of a greater summe Yet erre thy speech be ended death doth spy The period of thy sand and thou must dye Youth pleads for it selfe BVt I am young and in the prime of dayes Then were it not ingratitude in thee To nip the garland of my new grown Bayes Before it come to full maturity I am but threescore yeares and ten nay more I may survive ere nature gives me o're Had we not example late in father Parre That liv'd a hundred forty and twelve year's Although times glasse to few doe run so farre Yet men of foure-scores gate there oft appeares Then were it not mere cruelty in death For to bereave my youthfull dayes of breath Ah! let me live that I the world may know And reape the joyes my aged Sire hath sowne Let death to some sicke pined person goe Whose heavy yoak doth make his heart to groan Vpon my youth feed not thy malice fell Till I have drunke at Aristotles well Death answers youth ALas poore youth hast thou not often s●ene The silly Lamkin to the market come Before his damme true 't is thy dayes are green And now but entring to a greater summe But as the daies hours and months and years Come on upon thee so come on thy cares Nor to abridge thy youthfull dayes of life Is malice showne but now to cut thee downe Is the road way to set thee free from strife And adde unto thy soule a lasting Crowne I shall acquit thee from a world of sins Which longer dayes in losing greatly wins And ah wert thou but capable to know The intricate designes of mortall man Now he is in the gulfe of griefe and woe Dog'd at the heeles with sad despaire and than Perhaps rais'd high on proud ambitions wing Whilst he forgets his God heavenly king Nor may I dally with thy tender dayes I must dispatch my errand being sent Then feare not silly youth I bring the joyes And free thee from all earthly discontent See see thy glasse is run take here this sheet And lay thee down at Deaths triumphant feet O happy Change EVen such is man that lives by breath Each moment changing unto death Arise this is no place of rest Death speakes to Wisedome THou that hast wisedome and apprehend As much as to poore mortall man doth tend And rightly canst discerne earth sea and sky Yet man for all this wisedom's borne to dye Wisedome pleades for it selfe CAnnot my large Apologies acquit My body from thy rage and cruell stroake Cannot my pregnant and ingenious wit Study a new found way to slip thy yoake Cannot the muses and deepe Arts divine Prevent the cruell blow Death doth assigne Nor yet the knowledge of my mothers breast Oxford and Cambridge not one way devise For to escape thee or should I request With teares of purple blood from weeping eyes Or with orations fram'd from Art most high Enough to pierce the ten fold Orbes and sky Death answers Wisedome HAd Jove begot thee in Minerva's armes And hadst more learning than e're mortal yet Or wert thou drencht whereas the Muses swarms With holy raptures yea and round beset With Angels for thee yet know that I am Inexorable to them or man Wher 's Solomon that wise beloved King Prophets and Prediviners where are they Did not this impartiall hand soone bring Their bodies to be lodg'd in beds of clay And so must thine for loe thy glasse is run No wisedome can preserve thee Death being come What not dye thou piece of proud earth Death speakes to Beauty THou that hast beauty Princely harts to move Enough to make cold death in fiery love Yet know faire dame the beauty of thine eye Must be ecclipsed being borne to dye Wealth pleadeth for its selfe CAnnot my bags of gold with Death prevaile Though I bring milions to escape thy stroak So to be priviledged from the gaile And not be subject to thy painefull yoake I le give thee all my revenewes beside So I in Golgatha may not be spide Take Crowne and Scepter on the same condition Iewels and accoutrements take them all So that my name from out thy strict commission Be wholly cancell'd that I never fall Thy lookes are terrible hidious and thin That makes me tremble at my former sinne Death answers to wealth WEre all the Mines that in the earth doth lie Digg'd and converted