Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	death_n	die_v	life_n	17,942	5	5.0592	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B05931	The sorrowful mother, or, The pious daughters last farewel. She patiently did run her race, believ'd the word of truth; and death did willingly embrace, tho' in her blooming youth. To the tune of, Troy Town. This may be printed, R.P.		1685-1688? (1688)	Wing S4717; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[93]; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[438]	1,217	1

The Sorrowful Mother OR The Pious Daughters Last Farewel She patiently did run her Race believ'd the World of Truth And Death did willingly embrace tho' in her blooming Youth To the Tune of Troy Town This may be printed R. P. Dear Mother I alas must leave the pleasures of this life and you Yet never seem to sigh or grieve although I bid the world adieu Tho' Death now my life destroy Yet we shall meet again in joy My Daughter dear and is it so that I indeed must part with thee This fills my heart with grief and woe from sorrow I shall ne'r be free But languish here in deep Dispair My grief is more then I can bear Dear Mother do not thus lament my joys abundantly encrease To leave this world I am content for I shall now lye down in peace Such moan for me you need not make Sure he that gives may freely take To his good will I ought agree but as thou art my Daughter dear I weep and do lament to see that Heavens hand is so severe To send thee to the silent Grave Do greater sorrow can I have O that I could but you enjoyn to exercise your patience still And never murmur nor repine against the Lords most gracious will For if he say it shall be so Why should I not be free to go My feeble Carcass now is weak therefore I say my dearest friends Vnto the Lord alone I seek to gain a pardon for my Sins That so my Conscience may be clear Deaths cruel Dart I 'de never fear For it will me from grief release as soon as he the stroke shall give I having made my perfect peace I now had rather dye then life Alas what is this present Life But sorrow trouble care and strife Her Friends was fill'd with grief and woe so that they could not we I refrain From tears which did in sorrow flow they wrung their hands and wept amain With fainting v●ice O then said she Weep for your Sins and not for me For I am going where I shall Be happy to Eternity Therefore to God for Mercy call as knowing you must follow me No Mortal in the world is free From Deaths Vsurping Tyranny Tho' some you see in Pride appears adorn'd in Silk and sweet Perfume Althou they flourish many year yet Death at last will be their Doom they then must change their garments 〈◊〉 For a poor shroud or Winding-Sheet Consider well what I have said for I must leave you now said she For here behold all round my Bed sweet Messengers that waits for me Who on their Wings will me convey Where peace and joys will ne'r decay This does much comfort now afford as knowing they my Soul will bring Into the presence of the Lord where blessed Saints and Angels Sir Then with a dying sigh said she Sweet Saviour now I come to thee When she out of this world did go her Mothers sorrow was not small Each friend did manifest her woe by tears which did like showers fall No tongue is able to express Their sorrow grief and heaviness A tender Mother did express Those words unto her friends and fa●●… My grief and sorrow is the less to see the happy end she made a worthy pattern may she be To Damsels now of each degrees Printed for I. Deacon at the Angel in Guilt spur-street