Selected quad for the lemma: friend_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
friend_n	appear_v	good_a	great_a	807	5	2.3104	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05140	Phyala lachrymarum. Or A few friendly teares, shed over the dead body of Mr Nathaniel Weld Mr of Arts of Emanuel Colledge in Cambridge who in the short journey of his life, died betwene the five and sixe and twentieth yeare of his youth, 1633. Together with sundry choyce meditations of mortalitie.	Lathum, William.	1634 (1634)	STC 15270; ESTC S108346	27,413	58

dayes sample shew'th Set in their graves in 'th morning of their youth A needfull caution to the younger frie Sith life it selfe is but uncertaintie And death no time prescribes or can it stay But it will come at all how'rs of the day That every one they stand upon their guard Remembring ever that death never spar'd Youth for youths sake But for the practice of his bow will slay All sorts of game that comes within his way Be 't Stagge Buck Hynd Doe Herse Calfe or Phone All 's one to him and he to all is one Whether it out of season be or in Impartially he reaketh not a pin Ah when I heard them sorrowfully say That thou wert dead the very like dismay In every face I did observe mee thought As when in Pharo's Land sad newes was brought That in one instant time and casually One was found slaine in every familie Somuch unhappy tydings one nights scope Can bring to light to strangle all our hope Sith when to day with joy I heard them tell The worst is past and hope thou shouldst doe well The morrow next by breake of day I heare The Passing-bell invite thee to thy Beare And to prepare thy selfe for going hence Which message though with Christian confidence Through strength of highest hope and faith-unfain Didst readily and joyfull entertain So like a full ripe nutt slipt from the shell Thou slip'st away and bad'st us all farewell But well without thee Ah! how can wee fare With whose sweete company we wont repare Our former losse of time which wee mispent In idlenesse or things impertinent Oh my deere WELD whose conversation was So lovely unto mee could sighs alas And true-shed teares the characters of griefe Unto thy sicknesse added have reliefe Had it in power of learned Leach-craft ly'n Or in the miracle of Medicine A noble Art no doubt which can againe New twist the thred of life nigh crackt in twaine Could devout pray'rs of friends have thee repriv'd From death and made thee to be longer liv'd Thou shouldst not now thy Friends and Parents backs Have cloath'd all over thus in mourning blacks Ne all their heavie hearts shouldst now have clad In sable mantle of thoughts dark and sad Ne should my Muse have on thy heavie Herse O heavie Herse attend in sable Verse Ne yet the eyes of my ink-stained quill On my white-cheekt leaves these blacke teares distill How lovely wert thou living unto all All for thou wert not sullen-cynicall Nor of a supercilious-haughtie eye But affable and full of courtesie Well pleas'd with mirth and harmlesse merriment Which but injuriously can ne're be shent How did all hugge thee and embrace for thy ' Thy hardly-sampled selfe and company How joy'd all at thy comming and in heart How sad and sorrowfull at thy depart Yea and now dead how doth each thing retaine Like love to thee and of thee beene as faine When weary thou thy death-bed didst forsake How readie was thy winding-sheet to take Thee in her milke-white armes not satisfi'd Till wholly to her selfe the did thee hide And next thy coffin being very proud At'th second hand t' injoy thee in thy shrowd For love of thee the sheete where thou dost dwell Doth hugge and kisse much like the loving shell That for the almons sake the tender skin Encloseth round where th'almond lyeth in And then the Earth which living lov'd thee so To kisse thy feet where ever thou didst goe With no lesse love doth now embrace thy chest Within her owne deere bosome long to rest Till thou whom shee seemes so in love withall In thine owne dust into her armes dost fall Last when thy soule of thee did take her leave An Angell readily did it receive And in his winged armes did it convey Nimbly to Heaven and still all the way With sacred kisses courted it and sang To it a Requiem sweet whereat it sprang In 's Armes for joy no doubt for very joy That it should now so suddenly enjoy The blessed vision of her Lord who dy'd Ingloriously her glory to provide How can I then but living thee admire Whom ' live and dead both Heaven and Earth desire Farewell deerfriend too soone ripe long to last Happie young man who so long journey hast In so small time dispatcht such hap as this The first heires of the first world long did misse And staid sometimes a thousand yeares well nigh Ere they as thou su'd out their Livery Happy young man and fortunately blest In all and amongst all not blessed least In thy Mecoenas that thrice-noble Lord Who count'nance to thy learning did afford Ne onely did thee hold in great regard But thee with bounteous hand did oft reward And grac'd thy person for thy vertues sake Mote learning-selfe and learned men him make Full great requitall gentle Lord for this And make his fame the golden Starres to kisse And by the power of their mightie Muse The praises eccho lowd of the Great Bruce And honour him who in so deere account Holds the true sonnes of the Syonian Mount Him leaving henceforth standing brave enrowl'd Amongst the Ancient Roman Peeres of old Mecoenas Varus Pollio Patrons all Whose show'rs of bountie downe did daily fall On merit and true worth and men of Art Cherisht and by their goodnesse kept in heart Forsooth the Lord whom I so truly vant All noble vertues in his bosome hant And as himselfe indeed right learned is Which Ah great pittie most great men doe misse So hath hee al 's ' a bounteous heart to prize And tender vertue and good qualities In all in whomsoever they appeare The very essence of a noble Peere Pardon great Lord this poore Parenthesis Which but the skirt of thy just praise doth kisse And which by way of humble thankes I send In name of my late living now dead friend Who living honour'd thee and spake all good Of thee and thine and thy rare bountihood That in his sicknesse didst so oft addresse Thy messengers and golden messages Yea and in person daign'st to visit him Where in he read to him thy great esteeme That had not mortall beene his maladie It much had made to his recoverie The joy and heartie comfort he conceiv'd Of'th gracious words and deeds from thee receiv'd God recompence this love to thee and thine Tenfold which thou to that deere friend of mine Whilst I returne againe to make an end Of this course webbe which I did him intend Which ere I fully finish take by the way Deere NAT this little what I have to say Unmanly 't is I know for men alive With Soule-divorced bodies once to strive Yet well as once I lov'd thee I must have A Contestation with thee in thy Grave Wee see by proofe 't is usuall in our Land For Traders having got into their hand All upon trust from others what they may Oft suddenly to breake and run away For their owne ends not caring to undoe Their Creditors with wives and