Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	wonder_n	world_n	young_a	30	3	5.5655	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A45650	Love's a lottery and a woman the prize with a new masque call'd Love and riches reconcil'd : as it was acted by His Majesties servants at the theatre in Lincolns-Inn-Fields.	Harris, Joseph, ca. 1650-ca. 1715.	1699 (1699)	Wing H864; ESTC R11040	28,470	50

Marchant's Cargo floating upon some distant Sea I wish no Pyrate of a new forg'd Will may meet with it Clitander Oh but I am Heir at Law Trick-well That 's nothing if another sets up a new Title and gives but double Fees there are those that will toss your Estate in a Noncupative Blanket from the Common-Pleas to the King's Bench and thence to the Chancery 'till they have shook it into a Consumption Clitander No fear of that Trick-well Moreover this Letter assures me that my Uncle Lies drawing on past hopes quite given over as they call it And that my Aunt is almost in the same condition Trick-well Send 'em a good Deliverance I mean from the Cares and Troubles of this World I long to be weeping for 'em in Sack and Sugar Five Hundred a Year will do very well Sir Clitander Besides there 's sufficient lying by 'em That will serve for the present And I tell thee again and again That My Uncle is surely going to Heaven Trick-well Or somewhere else But that 's no matter to you I 'm sure you young Heirs do so rejoice at the death of your Parents and Rich Relations that 't is no wonder your Estates are no better blest when you have ' em Clitander Prithee good Trick-well no more of thy Morality I say that being thus assur'd as I am of my Uncle's Death I am going to shew Mr. Maggot my Letter and demand Amaranta for my Lot Trick-well You cannot make use of a more perswasive Argument Mammon is the World's Idol Old and Young Ugly and Handsom Prince and Peasant nay Spiritual and Temporal All lie prostrate before it But here 's the mischief on 't you know Your Mistress is put among the other Lotts and Another may chance to have her as soon as you Clitander Then I 'me undone Oh Trick-well where is that Name of Faithful Servant thou hast so oft protested to me in this days Adventure Trick-well Why faith Sir I found it worn so thread bare in the Subscriptions of damn'd complementing nonsensical Letters that for my part I was quite asham'd on 't and therefore flung it in the Fire However I may chance to prove a Man of Honour for all this still Clitander But didst thou not assure both Isbell and me that Amaranta shou'd depend upon thee Oh most unfortunate of Men or rather most accurst of Fools to trust the happiness of my Life with such a Bull-rush of Iniquity as this Trick-well Pray Sir lay not too much upon your poor Servant neither Am I Lord of the Stars that hardly understand an Almanack You know Sir Wedlock and Hanging go by Destiny How then can I prevent the Influences of the Seven Planets Clitander Oh Trick-well Thy mean Soul was never yet acquainted with the noble Passion of Love Trick-well Yes yes I have been in Love up to the Ears but my wooing thanks to Heav'n ne're cost me so much as one single blast no nor a Pearl of Salt-Water She was as coming as I was forward Isbell Was she so Mr. Malapert But she 's quite off of you now again I assure you No Flesh-pots of Egypt unless you prove as good as your word Trick-well Nay then it shall ne're be said That Trick-well is not a Man of Honour Thou shalt see me lead Destiny in a string As Old Maids do Apes in Hell But harkee me Sir Destiny 's an honest Old Gentleman That love 's a Cup of good Conversation Clitander Oh I understand thee Thou woud'st have something to drink With thy Friend Destiny as thou call'st him There there 's Gold for thee go and treat him handsomely gives him Money Trick-well Ay marry Sir This will do These are the little Circumferences that Incircle all the Temptations of Satan Cou'd a Man but wean himself from these Provocations There might be some probability of his Forsaking the Devil and all his Works But then again Why is the hunger of Gold call'd sacred The Devil and Sacred are two incompatible opposites And yet I 'm sure 't is sacred because Priests of all Religions love it And they are my Guides Well Sir I 'le go drink your health And then consider what 's to be done Exit Trick-well Isbell And I 'le to my Mistress and Tell her the good News of your Uncle's dying Exit Isbell Clitander I 'le be with you instantly Exit Clitander The End of the First ACT. ACT II. SCENE 1. Enter Amaranta and Isbell Ama. WILL Clitander be here say'st thou Isbell Yes Madam immediately Lord what makes you so melancholy Come I 'le sing you a new Song of my own making To divert you 'till he comes Ama. Prithee Isbell how long hast thou been a Poetess Isbell Oh Madam I love to be in the Mode Female Poets are now in Fashion Ama. Come then let 's hear thy Song Isbell You shall A New SONG set by Mr. Akeroyde and Sung by Mrs. Willis LOving and belov'd again How terrible are our pains To live under the Roof Of a Father's Reproof Like so many Slaves in Chains Yet Parent Nature well we know Freedom in Love allows to every Creature What Duty then do we to Parents owe Who break the Laws of their grand Parent Nature ' ' They all forget ' ' Their youthful Heat ' ' And when grown old ' ' Think us as cold ' ' But let 'em forget and doat on ' ' By their senseless Morals betray'd ' ' For when all their Tittle-tattle is done ' ' 'T is Nature must be obey'd Enter Clitander Clitander So Madam I 'me glad to hear you so merry Ama. Alas I was afraid it had been some body else Isbel No no Y' are safe enough from being surpriz'd As long as Love is your Guard Ama. But dost thou not consider Isbell That Love is blind So that there is no trusting to his Watch However I 'le trust in Heaven I or they say all Marriages are made there Isbell Yes all but a Thousand for one that the Devil makes Ama. But is there no Faith in Man Has not my Father and Trick-well both assur'd us Isbell Troth Madam you are like the Man that believ'd himself no Cuckold because his Wife said so But were my Case as yours I 'de trust neither Father nor Mother Brother nor Sister Uncle nor Aunt no nor ne're a Trick-well or Lottery in the World I 'de make sure of the main chance Marry the Man I like and take my pleasure and then trust Fortune as Usurers do their Debtors Poor Souls 't is a hard case when two Lovers lie Parent-bound But I 'le e'en leave 'em together perhaps when they 're alone they may take one another's Word Exit Isbell Ama. Well Clitander I have discours'd my Father since I saw you and he 's mightily pleas'd to hear your Uncle lies a dying Clitander Ay ay Your Father 's like all the rest of the World now he smells an Estate he 's willing I shou'd have his Daughter As if 't were not