Selected quad for the lemma: sin_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
sin_n	death_n	sleep_n	sleep_v	3,486	5	10.6583	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A54669	Elegies offer'd up to the memory of William Glover, Esquire ... by Thomas Philipot ...	Philipot, Thomas, d. 1682.	1641 (1641)	Wing P1994; ESTC R736	7,392	22

transparent that I feare Each vulgar eye will see her naked there Whilst Heaven it selfe in constant dewes shall weepe And with my griefe true correspondence keepe And my teares be by the enamor'd Sun Courted into an exhalation Which being glard on by his searching beames Shall be againe thaw'd and dissolve in streames To shew the worlds bright eye it selfe let fall Those showers as teares shed for thy Funerall Elegie 6. ALl other mourners can some method keepe Wherin their griefe 's digested when they weepe They can seduc'd credulity assaile By masquing sorrow with the Christall veile Of their adult'rate teares their soules can weare A griefe array'd with blacke like that they beare i th' outward habit which are both put on Onely untill the Obsequies be done But for my Glovers sad departure I Will plucke the sluces up in either eye And from those storehouses of griefe discharge Such floods of teares they shall themselves inlarge Into an Inundation and make With their collected streames a briny lake Which being diffus'd into a Rill shall keepe A constant correspondence with the Deepe So that some Syren stragling from the Maine Shall to the Confines of this Lake attaine And hearing how with my laments the Day Forgot and undistinguish'd melts away Shee shall some sad and solemne Dirge devise To warble forth at Glovers Obsequies And raise her Elegiacke notes so high She shall her selfe with reall sorrow dye But least she should remaine forgotten there Wholly devested of a Sepulcher And want some stable Trophy to dilate And amplifie the memory of her fate To after Times the North-wind shall dispence Such keene and gelid blasts they shall condence This Lake into a Christall heape whereon Shall be divulg'd this sad Inscription Heere lyes a Syren who exhal'd her breath In too profusely mourning Glovers Death And whilst in tunefull ayres she straind her tongue To chaunt his Dirge she her owne Requiem sung Elegie 7. NO gaudy shroud Friend shall be fram'd for thee Out of the drudging silk-wormes Huswifry For from my eyes two Christall streams shall run Which swelling to an Inundation Shall circumscribe thy witherd Earth and there Settle till the inclement North shall dare T' invade thy Tombe and with some impious gust Make a rude Onset on thy hallow'd dust And seeking to dissolve that pretious masse By his chill breath transforme my teares to glasse So shall thy Clay be wrapt up and inclos'd Within a Christiall shroude and be expos'd Through that cleere Vaile to every glance minē eye Shall to thy Tomhe employ in Embassie To waft thy species to 't from whēnce it may Find by that thorough fare a compendious way To journey to my Heart where when t is come I 'le vent so many sighs to make it roome They shall benum my Heart it selfe to stone Which I 'le beset with this Inscription Here lyes the figure of a Friend which Fate Nor Time nor Death shall ever extirpate An Epitaph on Mr. William Glover being buried in one grave with his daughter before deceased REader those lye beneath this Stone Whom life made two first out of one But having now resign'd their breath They will grow one againe by Death For as before this pretty faire Her fathers lesser Character From him resulted so if we After some mutabilitie Of Time should on his grave intrude To view how much Vicissitude Attends on Nature and how she Masques her selfe in variety Of numerous shapes and after dare To paddle in his Sepulcher Amongst his dust we might infer He was shuffled into her For Time determines that both must Resolve into one heape of dust But when the world it selfe expires Panting with heate and God requires Each gloomy Vault and hollow Tombe To open its corrupted wombe And give their ashes which were pent And cas'd up there enfranchisement That being reedified they may No more be obvious to delay Or Natures Tumults this last birth Will dis-unite their mingled Earth And as their first life did divide them so This second life again shall make make them two A Collation betweene Death and Sleepe DEath and his drowsie kinsman Sleepe agree In all the Symptomes of conformity Sleepes caus'd by eating for the naturall heate Entices exhalations from the meate Transfus'd to Chylus which the braine possesse With an intoxicating drousinesse Death too by fatall eating first came in When our first parents wilfully did sin And violated Gods renounc'd decree Tasting the fruite of the forbidden tree When from that Apple such a Dampe did creepe It fild their soules with an eternall sleepe And as when sooty Night her darknesse sheds Through all the Confines of the Aire and spreads A vaile ore bright Hyperion we devest Our bodies to compose our selves to rest So our enfranzis'd soules shall likewise be Disrob'd o' th weeds of their mortalitie When Death shall an Eternall night disperse Through all those functions that with life commercē And as when the great eye o' th Day displayes In the illuminated ayre his rayes The light dispers'd in glimpses does inspire Our hands againe our bodies to attire So when the Trumpe at the last Day shall all By its shrill summons to Gods Audit call And Christ the Sun of righteousnesse shall come To distribute to th' world a publike Doome Our mouldred and disbanded bodies must Quit the close confines of their Beds of Dust To cloath againe our widdow'd Soules and be Made both joynt Tenants of Eternitie You then that Glovers dissolution mourne And sigh 'cause he 's contracted in his Urne Appease that Tempest of your brests and weepe In gentle Showers least you disturbe his sleepe On the thought of our Resurrection VVHo can be of so cow'd a Soule heel'd feare To be regenerated i th Sepulcher Since who exactly lookes into the Tombe Shall finde t is but the Embleme of the wombe To which wee 're not Coufind but trusted so As if we lay there in Deposito For when our Dust is gather'd into th' Urne It lyes but Hostage till the Soules returne And as the Phoenix when she gasping lyes Upon her tragick Pile of spicēries And glowes with heate her fleshy Cinders must By the suns rayes be martyr'd first to Dust Before her pregnant ashes can redeeme Themselves from Ruine or againe can teeme With a new Phoenix so before this Earth We beare about us can improve its Birth To immortality its whole compact Must first be so disioynted and so slack'd It fall to dust and then 't will moulded be To such a body that eternitie It selfe shall farme that Tenament which shall No more be obvious to a Funerall And as before men can compile or frame Their glasses they their ashes first i' th flame Transfuse to Christall so before our dust Can be assoil'd from Excrements and rust Ravel'd amongst it by our Tombs and be Jmprov'd to such a cleare transparency It shall no more encumber or controule The eye from taking a survey o' th Soule It must be by the generall fire refin'd And be to a translucent masse calcin'd So Shall each Tombe become Gods Mint where he Our Earth being purg'd from all impuritie Will on it coyne the Image of his face Which Time no more nor sit ne shall nere deface FINIS