Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	woman_n	world_n	worm_n	23	3	9.0416	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15365	E.W. his Thameseidos Deuided into three bookes, or cantos.; Thameseidos	Wilkinson, Edw. (Edward), fl. 1600-1603.	1600 (1600)	STC 25642; ESTC S111739	25,393	49

an harbour she had found In her great neede as weather beaten Thrush In a great shower is of a sheltring bush Not farre from hence where this old man abode Downe in a bottome grew a shadie Wood By which a Riuer serpenteth so cleere That from the bottome each thing doth appeare Most liuely to the curious gasers sight Hither at any time no Shepheard might Driue his rich fleecie bleating flocke to grase For reuerence of those Nimphes that haunt the place So 't fortun'd as sad Medwaie walkt about One day to ease her griefe she did finde out This pleasant place where by the Riuer side An entraunce through a stonie Rocke she spide To which she went and did by steps descend Into a dark some Hall through which she wend Vnto a fayre roome lightened all by arte For vnder ground it was and farre apart From sight of heauen the things that there made light Were precious Carbuncles and Diamonds bright Reflecting Christalls Rubies cherrie red Rich Emeraulds and Opols discoloured About which roome the antique Images Were plast of many worthy personages Fame saith that Merline while he liu'd did make Doating vpon a Lady of the lake This bowre by his great skill at her request And therin plast the pictures of the best And noblest wights that should in Brittaine be After his death There sad Medwaie did see On one side the last man bore name of King In Brutes long raigning race who thought to bring From Armorick an Host of valiant men To foyle the Saxons that had footing then In Brittaine tane had not him Visions stayde That wild to Rome his Iorney should be made There was that Rhodericke the great surnamde Who for deuiding Wales was highly famde And Howel Dha who auncient lawes corrected And Officers to see right done elected With Griffeth Conon who victorious raigned Full fiftie yeeres and when he peace had gayned Vnto his Countrey dyed And Llewelline The braue last Prince of auncient Brittish line Whose life by them whom he did trust betrayde Alterd the gouernment which they had swayde Two thousand and foure hundred yeeres and od Aye me that nought on earth hath his abode Heere permanent aye me that one mans fall Should be the ruine and decay of all His house aye me I should haue cause to rew His losse whose memorie olde griefes renew On th' other side in liuely Tables were Pictures of Noble-men and Ladyes faire Among all which those seemd the liueliest That should liue vnder Faire ELIZA'S rest Who though a Woman yet beyonde compare Of all the Princes in the world that are For in her raigne Arachne busely Maketh her webs in rusty Armorie And mightie Staues by rotten Woormes are eaten For want of vse that death had wont to threaten These when she had oreseene she further went And to an other Roome thereby had ment To goe wherein the carued Pictures were Of those that Englands royall Crowne should weare And reached at the Key that thereby hung But could not moou't so to the wall it clung For that same entraunce cause she was no Mayde Like the faire Empresse who the Scepter swayde Was her denied for so by hidden skill Of Magicks art and by infernall spell T was framde that none might haue accesse therein That were defiled with Venerian sinne Onely she hapt through the Key-hole to spie The fairest Picture that she ere did see The counterfeict of Englandes Soueraigne ELIZABETH thrice happy in her raigne Vnder whose rule her Subiectes not desier To change their state of womanish Empire Who whilst hatefull Erinnis hell doth leaue And both with fier and sword her neighbours greeue And in the murmure of a cruell storme Which threates the machine of the world to harme In peace and quiet doth her Realme maintaine Suppressing Will and suffering Iustice raigne Thou most bright Sunne of this our Northern clime Liue thou for euer or liue Nestors time To maintaine Artes as hitherto th' ast done For wayle the Muses must when thou art gone And if it fortune that at any time Luckely this ragged and vnpolisht Rithme Into those faire hands fall that holdes the bridle With which thou iustly rulest many people Behold it with a fauourable eie And thinke that none can praise thee worthelie After the Nimph perceiude she was denied The entraunce of that roome she would abide No longer there but left the enchaunted place And thought returne and shew what she that space Had seene vnto her Hoast but being wearie Of that vnweeldie burthen she did carrie She sate her downe to rest and by and by Was faine for helpe vnto Lucina cry Who hearing her straite came and with her goes Some other Nimphes to helpe her in her throwes Where they to get her speaking words of ease Did from her wombe a little babe release Which by and by they laide in mothers lap Who with salt teares gan thus to waile her hap O cruell Mistris quoth she that exilde me When a rude Satire gainst my will beguilde me Making me wander like a vacabone Through darke woods and ore bleere hills vnknowne Or like a Ghost whose freinds forgotten haue The sencelesse corps to burie in a graue Well hoped I for my long seruice don A better guerdon then this to haue won But hopte in vayne for woe my cursed fate I now do finde but finde it all too late Who serueth thanklesse folke shal be rewarded Not as they hopte nor as they haue deserued More had she saide had she not bin by him Euen then surpriz'd that long to Thams had bin A wearie suter who then from his Sonne Old Proteas the skilfull God did come Deepe in the Ocean where yet neuer ground By longest fadome ●●●…e could ere be found Vnder a hollow Rocke ther is a vault By often beating of great Billowes wrought So that it seemes to be the noble acte Of some rare Mason or skild Architect About which secret Caue do daiy lorke Amid the Rocks the monstrous cruell Orke The admirable Whale which with great rore An other Sea into the Sea doth poure All with the dead-sleepe charming cold Torpil That knowes he carries in his flancke that wil Decaue the traitrous Fisher of his pray And Scolopenders who into the Sea Caught with sharpe hooks their entrails foorth do cast And when the hookes are found and daunger past Receiue them in againe where as each one His office holdes as he before had done There dwels old Proteus who by his great skill In the deepe secrets of blacke Magicke will Commaund Apollo staie his foaming horse Pluck downe heauens stars stop faire Cinthias course And can great Pluto in his Realme affright When ere him list to shew his powrefull might Heere had old Neptune bin in hope to gaine Some helpe from him but then his arte prou'd vaine His Circles Characters straunge words all vsde In order number time his will refusde For sure that arte hath no power ore the soule Nor doth the world