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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	year_n	yield_v	youth_n	20	3	7.5479	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09585	An epitaph on the death, of the Right honorable and vertuous Lord Henry Wrisley, the noble Earle of South hampton who lieth interred at Touchfeelde in the countie of Hamshyre, the 30. day of Nouember 1581. and the 24. yeare of our most drad and soueraigne Ladie Elizabeth by the grace of God, of England, Fraunce & Ireland Queene. &c.	Phillips, John, fl. 1570-1591.	1581 (1581)	STC 19867; ESTC S102906	2,456	1

❧ An Epitaph on the death of the Right honorable and vertuous Lord Henry Wrisley the Noble Earle of South hampton who lieth interred at Touchfeelde in the Countie of Hamshyre the 30. day of Nouember 1581. and in the 24. yeare of our most drad and Soueraigne Ladie Elizabeth by the grace of God of England Fraunce Ireland Queene c. YOu noble Péeres refraine Your courtly sportes a whyle Cast on your wailefull weedes of woe Dame pleasure doo exile Beholde a platforme playne Of death fit for the Graue Who late inioyed a lyuing Soule as you this season haue His birth right noble was honour beset him rounde But Death amidst his lustie yéeres hath shrind him in y e ground When time is come he waightes according Gods decrée To conquer lyfe respecting not the mightiest in degree Intreatie cannot serue Death séekes no golden gift For from his reache no potentate to flye can make the shift The Glasse runne forth at large the howre fully spent To share lifes thred a sunder hée by mightie Ioue is sent The daunce of Death no King nor Kayser but must trace The Duke the Earle the Lord knight to him must yéeld a place The aged olde the midle sort the lustie youth in prime To liue on earth cannot inioy the certentie of time For as time hath no staie but fleeteth euerie howre So is the lyfe of mortall men compared to a flowre Whose beautie knowne to daie to morrow fadeth quight And vanisheth as though therof Man neuer had y e sight So fickle is our state we fading Flowres bée To daie aliue to morrow dead according Gods decrée Of lyfe no Charters giuen to any worldly wight Oh who can say that he shall liue from morne vnto the night He that at fyrst gaue lyfe of lyfe will beare the sway And when him lykes as pleaseth him will take this lyfe away Sith he workes all in all and rules as séemes him best Lets learne that earth we are and earth to claime her owne is prest The perfect proofe wherof apparently is séene By this good Earle whose lusty yéeres did florish faire greene But in a moment chaunged and withered lyke the haie Bereft of lyfe and honor great and coutched close in claie Yet though he sencelesse lye South hamtons Earle by name Yet death in him lyes dead no doubt by meanes of noble fame For whilst on earth he liu'de to vertue he was bent And after wisdomes lore to hunt he gaue his frank consent In Iustice was his ioye and iustly he did deale As they can tell that for his aide had cause for to appeale The widow poore opprest he carefully did shield And to the Orphane in his right did dayly comfort yéeld The néedie poore he fed with Mutton Bread and Béeffe His hand was neuer slack to giue the comfortlesse reléefe The naked back to cloth he euer ready was No néedy poore without reward frō this Earles gates could pas His House kéeping right good there plentie bare the sway No honest man forbidden was within his house to staie His faith brought foorth swéete fruite the Lord God to delight And made him as a seruant good accepted in his sight Unto his tennauntes poore this Earle was euer kinde To work their weale he carefully did alwaies yéeld his minde Inhaunsing of his rentes did he enlarge his store He alwaies had a care to help and aide his Farmers pore His seruauntes weale to worke no time he did forbeare To doo them good that wel deseru'd his zeale did still appeare On God his hart was set in Christ his hope did rest And of the mightie Lord of hoastes this noble Earle was blest To Prince he was most iust to countrie alwaies true The fruites of loue and loyaltie in him all states might view In wedlock hée obserued the vow that he had made In breach of troth through lewd lust he ne would séeme to wade Thrice happy thou of God and man belou'de That euer soughtst to make a peace where discorde striffe had mou'd Though thou from vs begone and taken hence by death Among the sonnes of mortal men thy prayse shall liue on earth For as thy lyfe was iust so godly was thy ende Not on this world but on swéet Christ thou alwaies didst depend And as in health his name thou reuerently didst praise So in his feare in sicknesse thou didst spend thy lotted daies This world thou heldst as vaine thy lyfe thou thoughtest no losse In hope of Heauen heaueuly blisse y u déemst al things but dros This houering still in hope to heauen thou tookst thy flyght where with thy Christ the Iueller of ioy thy hart is pight And he in extréeme paine when anguish did abounde To giue thée comfort from aboue was euer ready found Amidst his mercie he though iustice wrought thy smart Euen lyke a louing sauiour did alwaies take thy part When Sathan sinne and death about thée round were set To pray for thée most earnestly he neuer did forget And like a Souldier iust by faith thou foughtst the Féelde And armst thy self gainst all thy foes to whom y u woldst not yéeld But so didst kéepe the fort that all thy foes did flye And lyke a lambe in Iesus Christ preparedst thy selfe to die Of Court thou takest thy leaue thy Prince thou bidst fare well for whose estate thou praydst to God her enemies to quell The Noble Péeres eche one with hart thou bidst adue And praiedst that they to glad her hart may loyaltie ensue Of all thy louing friendes thou takest a fynall leaue And vnto God most constantly for comfort thou doest cleaue Thy noble children thou right louingly doest blesse To Seruants all thou giuest adue they may thée not possesse From them thou doest prepare thy passage straight to make And vnto Christ with cheareful voice thy soule thou doest betake Who with outstretched armes receiues it to his grace And with his saintes in glorie great appointes the happye place Thy fréendes thy losse lament thy Children waile and wéepe To sée their Father and their fréend in Clay inclosed déepe Thy seruants streme foorth teares they wring their wofull handes to see that all to soone of lyfe death hath desolued the bandes His Tennants all doo mourne their smoking sobs abounde And to the skies the néedie poore their pitious plaints resounde Their foster fréend from them by death they say is hent whose want in Court towne eche where both old yong lamēt But teares are spent in vaine though they suppose him dead He liues in Heauen where Iesus Christ with glory crownes his head And thus right noble Earle thy last adue receiue To thine auaile behinde thée thou good name fame doest leaue Which so shall conquer death that death in thée shall die and more the Sonnes of mortall men to heaue thy praise to skie Omnis caro fenum ꝙ Iohn Phillip