Selected quad for the lemma: life_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
life_n	blood_n	flesh_n	meat_n	9,640	5	9.2298	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05458	Chrestoleros Seuen bookes of epigrames written by T B.	Bastard, Thomas, 1565 or 6-1618.	1598 (1598)	STC 1559; ESTC S104516	39,162	192

would euer weare He was forsworne for see what did ensue He wore the olde till the olde was the newe Epigr. 18. in Scillam SCilla were I in loue with brauerie With caualeers and with the gallant crew With captaines soldiers and such men as you I neuer would forsake the company But if a word passe vnaduisedly If eyther iest or earnest please you not Out flies the dagger friendship is forgot Stabbing is but a common courtesye And though the stranger catch it now and than The newe acquaintance at his first repaire And he that meets you in the street or fayre Yet for the most your friend is your first man How should I dare loue him which dares defend He is no man which dares not stab his friend Epigr. 19. LAlus was noted for vaine talke and prating Carus for drinking and Tobaccho taking When they both dy'de and were ript vp apart One had no breath the other had no heart Epigr. 20 In hospitem quendam MIne hoast Porsenna when I am with you I must praise all though all be out of fashion Or else mine hoast will fight and his friendes to And his friends friends all the generation I dranke bad beere my throate can say no lesse I say so now I durst not say so then I supt with clownes rough rude and mannerlesse But I must say t'were courteous gentlemen I praisde your building if I may so terme it Your hilly prospect your pasture thinne Your ayre your language though I could not learne And all your pedegree and all your kinn But iustly was I plaug'de for this I thinke For see when I came home my breath did stinke Epigr. 21. in Cinnam CInna tolde a long tale to no effect Ile say so much quoth Scilla in a worde That happy worde we longing did expect And forth it came as leasure could afford Which when we heard much like the cuckoes song The tale was short and Scillas worde was long Epigr. 22. Ad Robertum Wiliams WHo is my friend Williams dost thou enquire He that will loue my want and pouertye He that will loue through water through fire Through shame through euery kinde of misery Which will not scorse me for a better friend Nor for sweet goold the father of all strife Which will not hate me though I doe offende Nor sell mee for a tale nor for his wife He whom I smooth and round perfect proue Tyring out all the euils which molest me Making me happy with his constant loue Which is the earthly heauen where I rest me He which doth loue nor more nor lesse then this He is my friend VVilliams and I am his Epigr. 23. FIrst Clerus by fayre flattrye Princes sought Then was cast of to the Nobilitie He flattred them till he was set at nought And was thrust downe to the gentilitie Now he speakes fayre to them and th'yeomanrye Epigr. 24. OLde Abbeyes who that liues doth not despise Which knew their fall knows they cānot rise And I despise the new because I see They were but are not these will neuer be But wer't not sinne and might I be so bold I would desire one newe for many olde Epigr. 25. THe Spaniardes are a warlike nation We are more warlike as they know and feare But they are strong to make inuasion But we more strong to chase them euery where But they haue multitudes to make supplye We are more peopled fuller of fresh blood They loue their Prince and country zealously But we more zealous for our soueraignes good Yet we should feare them for our wickednesse They are more wicked here we onely lesse Epigr. 26. in Papam THe Pope when tender health her infant sense Receiueth from the now approaching Sunne And new borne blood of heauens influence With prime of life to blossome hath begunne Forbids all flesh and sweeter nutriment Which sappy Nature to lifes roote would laye Yea he forbids meates most indifferent Egs cheese butter and milke and all saue hey He not content false wolfe as others doe To kill the soule would kill the body to Epigr. 27. Ad Reginam Elizabetham LOue the sweete band of thy desired reigne From thine owne heart is so shedd into many As owd'e of all can not be payde of any Least all in one vnited should contayne Such loue in such an heart as nere was any Which would to loue thee yet wish it selfe many Epigr. 28. Ad Lectorem REader thou think'st that Epigrams be rife Because by hundred they are flocking here I reade an hundred pamphlets for my life Could I finde matter for two verses there Two hundred ballets yeelded me no more Besides barraine reading and conference Besides whole legends of the rustie store Of stories and whole volumes voyde of sense And yet the Printer thinkes that he shall leese Which buyes my Epigrams at pence a peece Epigr. 29. Epitap Iacobi Iugler ANd was not death a sturdie strugler In ouerthrowing Iames the iugler Which when he liu'de small trueth did vse That here he lies may be no newes Epigr. 30. VPon the plaine as I rode all alone Assaulted by two sturdie lads I was I am a poore man Sires let me be gone Nay but ye shall be poore before ye passe And so I was yet lost nothing thereby Would they had robde me of my pouerty Epigr. 31. DAdus payde deare for learning but the time Did crosse him so he could not haue his foorth For when he was by study a Diuine And at his best learning was nothing worth Is learning nothing worth so deerly bought Which could buy all things when it was in prime Sett we the goolden sciences at nought And sell we heauen for earth and goolde for slime Yet were I Dadus I would not repent A schollers want excels a clownes content Epigr. 32. Epitaphium Iohannis Coferer HEre lyes Iohn Coferer and takes his rest Nowe he hath changde a cofer for a chest Epigr. 33. A Pilgrim beggar on a day Did meete a Lorde vpon the way I trust your honour will be good As was my dreame last night by th'roode For why me thought a per'lous thing Vpon a soddaine ch'was a King Helpe him which had his dreame beene trewe Last night mought donne so much for you The Lord replying answered than O happy dreame O wretched man And happy man although but poore If thou had'st neuer waked more And yet thy fancy was not meane Beggar I enuie at thy dreame This answere made the beggar prate Sir take my dreame for your estate This much your reason will afforde Sleepe you a King Ile wake a Lorde Thus euery state receiues his punishment The poore of want the rich of discontent Epigr. 34. In Titum TItus is fast and hath no starting waies As fast as is the naile driuen to the head Or as pale goold kept vnder many keyes Or as a trueloue knott well hampered Not for his vertue enuie did this deed Nor