Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	daughter_n	earl_n	james_n	13,764	5	8.2232	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A39911	Hēsychia Christianou, or, A Christian's acquiescence in all the products of divine providence opened in a sermon, preached at Cottesbrook in Northampton-Shire, April the 16, 1644, at the interment of the Right Honourable, and eminently pious lady, the Lady Elizabeth Langham, wife to Sir James Langham Kt. / by Simon Ford ...	Ford, Simon, 1619?-1699.	1665 (1665)	Wing F1485; ESTC R10829	91,335	258

and Good Noble and Humble met Learned and Modest Wit without Deceit That skil in Scriptures and in Tongues she got Made her a living Bible Polyglot These did not puff her up she did descend To the kind Offices of Wife and Friend Mother and Sister as if Ethicks were Not so much taught her as transcrib'd from her Oh what a glorious Creature and how rare A Saint 't would be that had what she could spare Where hath she left her Equals now in fame But in the Noble House from whence she came Too small alas where Vertues sacred Fire Retires in Embers Oh may 't ne're expire Dark Lanthorn of the most resplendent Light There is the Goshen all the rest is Night Alas our Pharos is blown out of late By which we did prosperously Navigate And trade both Indies for more precious wealth A nobler Traffique with Heav'n and her self But whilst we did expect so rich a Cargo Death on the sudden made this sad Imbargo We only expect a restitution there Where Saints shall be reveal'd th' Revelation clear William Langham An Elegy Upon the RIGHT HONOURABLE And MOST INCOMPARABLE LADY The Lady ELIZABETH LANGHAM Who departed this life March 28. 1664. COme sacred Muse assist my Quill With somewhat of your learned Skill Inspire my Fancy from on high Who to Parnassus ne'r came nigh Fear not the spleen of Criticks eie For Momus censure I defie Egg'd on with Duty Love and Zeal My unpractiz'd Muse I will reveal Look not for much from a small store She that gives all can give no more Proclaim I do our own sad Fate By what has faln out of late The Sun which makes a perfect Day Its influence took from her bright Ray Who while she here did make her stay Each minute had more worth than Day Belov'd admir'd ador'd by all No equal had since Adam's fall Descended of a Noble Line A Vertuosa most Divine The Royal blood ran in her veins And guiltless did admit no stains Her Fame was great and of Renown She to her Husband was a Crown No sand of time did e're slip by Without its action sweet as high Improving all the cost was spent On her Large souls ennoblement Of such a body as might vye With glorious ones in purity When she her eie-lids did display The Sun asham'd made hast away And we might see the Day-star rise Within the circuit of her eies Alone she stood in her bright sphear Not to be matched far or near All Beauties which might bless the sight Mixt with transparent Vertues light At once producing love and awe Her souls perfection had no flaw Discerning thoughts but a calm breast Most apt to pardon needing least Strict mild and humble great and good As all her Friends well understood Most pious in her life and death A Pattern to her latest breath Heav'n could not brook the earth should share A Pearl of such a Price so rare So good so wise so chast so blest Angels alone can speak the rest God took her hence betimes lest we Should fall to flat Idolatrie Anne Lumley Upon The much Lamented Death Of That most vertuous and Incomparable LADY ELIZABETH Daughter of the RIGHT HONOURABLE FERDINANDO Lord HASTINGS Earl of HUNTINGDON And Wife to the RIGHT WORSHIPFUL Sr. JAMES LANGHAM PAss not but wonder and amazed stand At this sad Tomb for here inclosed lie Such rare perfections that no tongue or hand Can speak them or pourtray them to the eie Such was her body such her soul divine Which hence ascended here hath left this shrine To tell her Princely birth and high descent And what by noble Huntingdon is meant Transcends the Heralds Art beyond the rules Of Ore or Argent Azure or of Gules To that Nobility her Birth had given A second added was deriv'd from Heaven Thence her habitual goodness solid worth Her piety her vertues blazon forth Her for a pattern unto after ages To be admir'd by all exprest by sages Who whilst they write of her will sadly sorrow That she did not survive to see their morrow So good in all Relations so sweet A Daughter such a loving Wife discreet A Mother though not hers not partial She lov'd as if they had been natural To the Earl and Ladies she a sister rare A Friend where she profest beyond compare Her hours were all precisely kept and spent In her devotions and her studies meant To share some for her languages which she In Latine French Italian happilie Advanced in with pleasure what do I Recount her parts her Memory speaks more Than what can be or hath bin said before It asks a Volume rather than a Verse Which is confined only to her Herse But now blest Soul She is arriv'd at Heaven Where with a Crown of life to her is given A new transcendent Name to th' world unknown Not writ in marble but the Saints white Stone Inthron'd above the stars with glory crown'd Enstal'd with bliss and Hallelujah's sound Bathshua Makin On the MEMORY Of the RIGHT HONOURABLE And VERTUOUS LADY The Lady ELIZABETH Late Wife to the worthy Sr. JAMES LANGHAM KNIGHT HIghly descended born of noblest bloud Yet one who Great was not more Great than good Skill'd in the Languages and in the Arts Acquired learning added to good parts Humble Grave modest and of temper sweet Wise to keep silence when as it was meet And knowing how as well to speak in season And then to guide her tongue with grace reason In place of a good Lady dead to come And so well to fill up the Vacuum By acting so the Wife and so the Mother One would have thought she had not bin another Acting both so as if the very same Mother and Wife deceas'd were come again So full of all the tend'rest love and care To two sweet Children which another bare To Husband so obsequious and so sweet In carriage that an help more meet He could not have And as to each Relation Wondrous obliging in her Conversation The meanest person That would not contemn That rashly would not any one condemn Who alwaies would interpret in best sense What others use to rack with violence Easie to pardon other's faults and yet Severe in those laws which t' her self she set One to the poor that did draw forth her soul So much their pinching wants she would condole What time some of her Rank do set a part To Cards and Plays who spent to search her heart To read and pray and to converse with God With whom she hop'd once for a blest abode The Sun did not more duly set and Rise Than she kept constant to this Exercise The Lords Day was her joy his word her meat Which she not only Read and Heard but Eat But where 's the Subject unto which this throng Of Epithets and Adjuncts doth belong Is she i' th' Land of Living Alas No She might have been seen here some months ago She was How sad a word 's this