Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	wonderful_a	word_n	yield_v	28	3	6.6461	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A06170	Phillis: honoured vvith pastorall sonnets, elegies, and amorous delights VVhere-vnto is annexed, the tragicall complaynt of Elstred.	Lodge, Thomas, 1558?-1625.	1593 (1593)	STC 16662; ESTC S109576	26,079	88

expresse The griefe that my destressed soule deuoures Cloath thou my body all in heauinesse My sonnes appeard faire smiling full of pleasure But now the vale of absence ouer cloudes them They fed my heart with ioyes exceeding measure VVhich now shal dy since absence needs must shroud them Yea die oh death sweet death vouchsafe that blessing That I may die the death whilest she regardeth For sweet were death and sweete were deathes oppressing If she looke on who all my life awardeth Oh thou that art the portion of my ioy Yet not the portion for thou art the prime Suppose my griefes conceiue the deepe anoy That wounds my soule vpon this sorrye time Pale is my face and in my pale confesses The paine I suffer since I needes must leaue thee Redde are mine eyes through teares that them oppresses Dul'd are my sprits since fates do now bereue thee And now ah now my plaintes are quite preuented The windes are faire the sailes are hoysed hie The Anckers waid and now quite discontented Griefe so subdewes my hart as it should dye A faint farewell with trembling hand I tender And with my teares my papers are distained Which closed vp my heart in them I render To tell thee how at parting I complained Vouchsafe his message that doth bring farewell And for my sake let him with beautie dwell Thirsis Aegloga Secunda Muses helpe me sorrow swarmeth Eyes are fraught with seas of languish Heauie hope my sollace harmeth Mindes repast is bitter anguish Eye of day regarded neuer Certaine trust in world vntrusty Flattering hope beguileth euer VVeary olde and wanton lustie Dawne of day beholdes inthroned Fortunes darling proude and dreadlesse Darkesome night doth heare h●m moaned VVho before was rich and needlesse Robb the sphre of lines vnited Make a sodaine voide in nature Force the day to bee benighted Reaue the cause of time and creature Ere the world will cease to varie This I weepe for this I sorrow Muses if you please to tarry Further helpes I meane to borrow Courted once by fortunes fauour Compast now with enures curies All my thoughts of sorrow sauer Hopes runne fleeting like the sourses Ay me wanton scorne hath maimed Al the ioy my heart enioyed Thoughtes their thinking haue disclaimed Hate my hopes hath quite anoyed Scant regard my weale hath scanted Looking coy hath forst my lowering Nothing likt where nothing wanted VVeddes mine eyes to ceaselesse showering Former loue was once admired Present fauour is estranged Loath the pleasure long desired Thus both men and thoughtes are changed Louely swaine with luckie guiding Once ebut now no more so friended Thou my flockes hast had in mindinge From the morne till day was ended Drinke and fodder foode and foulding Had my lambes and ewes together I with them was still beholding Both in warmth and winter weather Now they languish since refused Ewes and lambes are paind with pining I with ewes and lambes confused All vnto our deathes declyning Silence leaue thy caue obscured Daine a dolfull swaine to tender Though disdaines I haue endured Ye I am no deepe offender Phillips sonne canne with his finger Hide his scarre it is so little Little sinne a day to linger VVise men wander in a Tittle Thriftles yet my swaine haue turned Though my sunne he neuer showeth Though I weepe I am not mourned Though I want no pittie groweth Yet for pittie loue my muses Gentle silence be their couer They must leaue their wonted vses Since I leaue to bee a louer They shall liue with thee inclosed I will loath my pen and paper Arte shall neuer be supposed Sloath shall quench the watching taper Kisse them silence kisse them kindly Though I leaue them yet I loue them Though my wit haue led them blindly Yet my swaine did once approue them I will trauell soyles remoued Night and morrowe neuer merie Thou shalt harbor that I loued I will loue that makes me werye If perchaunce the sheepe strayeth In thy walkes and shades vnhaunted Tell the teene my heart betrayeth How neglect my ioyes hath daunted Sonnet XXI Ye heraultes of my heart mine ardent groanes O teares which gladly would burst out to brookes Oh spent on fruitlesse sande my surging moanes Oh thoughtes enthrald vnto care-boading lookes Ah iust laments of my vniust distresse Ah fond desires whom reason could not guide Oh hopes of loue that intimate redresse Yet proue the load-stars vnto bad betide When will you cease or shall paine neuer ceasing Seaze on my heart oh molifie your rage Least your assaultes with ouer switf increasing Procure my death or call on timelesse age What if they do they shall but feede the fire Which I haue kindled by my fond desire Sonnet XXII Faire art thou Phillis I so faire sweet mayd As nor the sunne nor I haue seene more faire For in thy cheekes sweet roses are embayde And golde more pure then gold doth guilde thy haire Sweet Bees haue hiu'd their hony on thy tongue And Hebe spic't hir Necter with thy breath About thy necke do all the graces thronge And lay such baites as might entangle death In such a breast what heart would not be thrall From such sweet armes who would not wish embraces At thy faire handes who wonders not at all Wounder it selfe through ignorance embases Yet naithelesse tho wonderous giftes you call these My faith is farre more wonderfull then all these Sonnet XXIII Burst burst poore heart thou hast no longer hope Captiue mine eyes vnto eternall sleepe Let all my sences haue no further scope Let death be lord of me and all my sheepe For Phillis hath betrothed fierce disdaine That makes his mortall mantion in hir heart And though my tonge haue long time taken paine To sue deuorse and wed hir to desart She will not yeeld my wordes can haue no power She scornes my faith she laughes at my sad layes She filles my soule with neuer ceasing sower Who filt the world with volumes of hir praise In such extreames what wretch can cease to craue His peace from death who can no mercy haue Sonnet XXIIII No glory makes me glorious or glad Nor pleasure may to pleasure me dispose Ne comfort can reuiue my sences sad Nor hope enfranchise me with one repose Nor in hir absence tast I one delight Nor in hir presence am I well content Was neuer time gaue tearme to my dispight Nor ioy that dried the teares of my lament Nor holde I hope of weale in memorie Nor haue I thought to change my restlesse griefe Nor doth my conquest yeelde me souerainetie Nor hope repose nor confidence reliefe For why she sortes hir frownes and fauoures so As when I gaine or loose I cannot know Sonnet XXV I wage the combat with two mightie foes Which are more strong then I ten thousand folde The one is when thy pleasure I do lose The other when thy person I beholde In seeing thee a swarme of loues confound me And cause my death in spight of my resist