Selected quad for the lemma: son_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
son_n	brother_n	sister_n	wife_n	57,154	5	9.8443	5	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A26249	Epiloimia epē, or, The anatomy of the pestilence a poem in three parts : describing the deplorable condition of the city of London under its merciless dominion, 1665 : what the plague is, together with the causes of it : as also, the prognosticks and most effectual means of safety, both preservative and curative / by William Austin ...	Austin, William, fl. 1662.	1666 (1666)	Wing A4260; ESTC R549	46,907	117

sad foul weather made their fair The onely thriving trade that one can tell here Lives by the dead as Hangman Coffin-seller You judging of this mystery must know That sturdy Smith who lives by thump and blow Shoemaker Chandler Glover Baker Grocer And she makes shirts lives by Yes and No Sir All these with almost eve'ry money-taker Are summ'd and tomb'd up in a Coffin-maker As each Disease when the Plague rages is Turn'd to the Plague so all trades turn to this At ev'ry door stand marshall'd in array Biers as greenboughs are planted there in May. Trades would be blam'd for going out of town They take our Cities glorious Standard down That Standard Fame for news shews forreign Kings Each new day and relyes upon for wings Enchants Erinnyes Snakes with rage to greet Each other till their Cadmus teeth do meet Can e're they Londons interest repay Though they should work on ev'ry Holy-day Do they want tools or make they tail of bricks That to the woods they go to pick up sticks Do they now for the want of Prentises To Countrey go to be supply'd with these To their new streets inhabitants to win Fly they as Coy-ducks to bring others in As tir'd and heartless must they take their ease And like poor land lie fallow to encrease Or should the grass in ev'ry street be seen Florid and verdent as in Bedlam-green With vacive houses do they lay a wile For wandring Iews usurp them may the while Or sayes some Prophet that great Turkish rac● They may beget by changing of their place No no who 'l neither pitty nor excuse Others great loss deserves himself to lose You 'd scarce count such an Artisan discreet Knows how to use his hands and not his feet When ev'ry one into the Countrey flyes Trades here are wheels without their axel-tree● Th' imbellick and meticulous they were By th' ancient laws exempted from the war It is not alwayes fear makes men retire Nor alwayes cold that drives them to the fire Muff upon glove and gate with door to house Speak pleasure mode convenience grace and use Who hath good words will spare some to his neigbour And bless as well those rest as those that labour Who by h●s birth and calling too is free Hath double right to lawful liberty Well bak't bread hath good crust as well as crumb And he writes best that hath his elbow rome They get by their departure no disgrace The place did not make them they made th● plac● Men honour have not places unless those Where we bare head or pull off hose and shoes His place must out of measure him bewitch Makes altar that does daily kiss his breech When any at deaths point their dear lives crave What power ha's that idol then to save City should such preserve who give it fame Which from those 't would destroy it canno● claim If they be rich long service ushers gain That bows low to their hand and thanks their brain If they have honour 't is not their renown More then their labours crops vertues crown When calm bright day with beauty to express The most resplendent robe in glory's dress Varying her look and tire with lightning thunder Hail wind clouds changes admirers wonder What fault have those whose luckless dwellings lie For quarter to such plundring enemy Yet all for sake not home but thousands stay Who ne're go out of Parish bounds to pray Haply as who 'd not wish when plague is o're May most be blest to multiply a score London's not in Cimmerian darkness then But robb'd of light to be return'd agen It s richly furnisht buildings seem to th' eye Like ships that in safe port at anchor lie Principle ' bides secure from all abuse Onely a while it wants a little use Who with malignant sickness is at strife Ha's hardest task can be in humane life None learns to tutour Fate nor can be said Lord of his life with master of his trade Who needs will cavil when the sea a pace Po●ts o're the bank he sits should keep h●s place Or when he sees some fire-drake does assail His face neither hide that nor turn his tail Abroad we see huge Pindus's of men spight As if the deluge were to fall agen While prais'd be God he from Fates rage and Tenderly keeps unquencht our Israels light We 're l●ke that people when the vulgar throng Took the dim●nsions of * Deut. 12 8. right and wrong We'd clamor at those mounts but that we know The vales would loudly eccho bac● our woe And e're we can with words our envious pride Advance our stolid vanity deride They should be blam'd did not our reasons seem To call them back in a sophistick dream Can aught within arts verge be found or made To wh●t our wit or judgement to perswade We should be blam'd and we our selves should blame Did not confession aggravate our shame And make our own insimulating breath Sub'tly ally us to a double death 'T is not our stay but our disorder'd pranks Betray our lives like troups have broke their ranks Such are our frantick fits they cry to have For whip and scourge no Bedlam but the grave We who remain seeing each attinent Deaf to our kindest words remove his tent Friends were as dear as flesh can be to bone Or heart to bosome leave us all alone That when we have the greatest need to use Their friendship then the love-knot should unloose In bitter windes when 't hails and rains and snows Then to be rob'd and stript of all our clothes That men and money temper'd are alike As cold to help as hard to move or strike That we should find our richest heaps so scant That they but serve to minde us of our want As one to Westminster some stranger brings To view the wealthy Sepulcher of Kings The beauteous bulk countenance of weal●h Personless and without the soul of health That our bags when most heavy should be found Onely of weight to weigh our hearts to ground Since th' eye assures us now we must not think 'T will look on us unless in paint or ink And th' ear no other words from us will hear But such as may be currant with its fear Takes from our mouths onely such gales as may Carry its rocking vessel forth our bay T' expect succour from son as well one m●ght Dayes sun expect at deadest time of n●ght Who seeks one for his blessing as his son For blessing comes to Church when Church is done No mothers tender hand nor pitteous smile Over her own dear bowels while they broil No wife to comfort With the body heart First dies as senseles● then head dies apart Sister brother husband not more disclaim Their kindred then the hearing of their name In their assistance all no better are Then th' empty eccho answers from afar In neigh●ours house we think to give our mone That ●ase and scope it findes not it our own