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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	dead_a	life_n	live_v	7,322	5	6.0283	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19908	The muses-teares for the losse of their hope; heroick and ne're-too-much praised, Henry, Prince of Wales. &c. Together with times sobs for the vntimely death of his glory in that his darling: and, lastly, his epitaphs. Consecrated to the high and mighty prince, Frederick the fift, Count-palatine of Rheyn. &c. Where-vnto is added, consolatory straines to wrest nature from her bent in immoderate mourning; most loyally, and humbly wisht to the King and Queenes most exeellent [sic] Maiesties. / By Iohn Dauies of Hereford, their Maiesties poore beads-man, and vassall.	Davies, John, 1565?-1618.	1613 (1613)	STC 6339; ESTC S109356	18,357	40

in ALL But He that 's All in ALL sith such a PROP So young so strong and sound till he did fall Is Feauer-shaken downe from HIGHNES Top Floate heauiest Griefe on Times eternall Teares T'a Deluge turn'd and sinke all Ioy therein Floate Grife to Death sinke Ioy to depth of feares Sith in the Hau'n our hopes so sunke haue bin So faile their hopes that hope by Sinne for Grace Heau'ns hate we vrge and yet so vrge it more We looke for loue But O such Life such ●●se A desp'rate Salue must cure a desp'rate SORE We thought our CROWNE so staid with many Props So Yong and strong that no cold Puf of feare How euer strong could once but shake our Hopes Which now this Blast doth reele and backward beare But yet to feare too much is to receiue Ill fortunes y'er they come and that is ill Our feares aswell as hopes may vs deceiue Than feare we so as hope may hold vs still Feare beares Hope backward to a forward Stay So forward as wee feare more going back When in our Soules besides our Sinnes we waigh Which threate auert it Heau'n our vtter wrack But bee O be propitious highest POW'R To vs and make our Royal PLANT to spring Vnto that Greatnesse that may long'st endure And Branches beare that may beare many a KING But yet O Death GRIEF wil not leaue vs so It turnes againe and Passion which doth swel Say Reason what it will will with vs goe Vnto the Graue which Heau'n is to this Hel Why from the Surgeon doe we turne our Eye When with his Probe wee see him search a wound But that wee know our Sences sou'raignty Ouer our Reason might vs with it confound Than can wee see the Hand of DEATH to gage His HEART beeing ours and so through ours should go And not auert our Eyes in ruthful rage If so we can we can be cruell so But O wee needs must see this dismall DEED At least in Minde for which our Hearts are rent The letting of him bloud did make them bleed For which we curse the CAVSE and Instrument It is almost a Miracle to finde A great and liuely Spirit well gouerned But his rare Spirit be'ing such did turne and winde As the Phisition still it mannaged Indiffrent Spirits for Rule farre better doe Than Spirits too mighty who are good for nought But to torment themselues and others too Yet His being great hee ruled as he ought The Spirit doth owe the Flesh a Sou'raignes care Not a Slaues seruice for if Flesh bee free 'T will make the Spirit but seruile base and bare But if the Spirit the Flesh shall honor'd be And looke how when the Heart is sicke the HEAD And all the Members of the griefe haue part But neuer die vntill the HEART be dead So HEAD and Members die with this our HEART We die though yet we moue with griefe conceau'd For this his death whose Life gaue all our Parts Their liuely motion which they had receau'd From his rare vertue Life of all our Hearts Nor can we ah liue other-wise than dead Although in Death we liue or lifelesse plight For him that gaue vs Heart and Life our HEAD So liue we now without or Life or Sp'rit It is a kind of ioy in case of moane Not to be single Common-miserie Though heauiest lighter weighes on one alone Then doth his priuat light aduersitie As Peace is Warre to men impo'urisht growne Who in the totall ruines of the STATE Had rather be o'rewhelm'd than in their owne So each mans Crosse seemes most vnfortunate But in our Case it is not so we see For this our common losse so sad doth lie Vpon our Soules that nought can heauier be Although it were with torment oft to die Yet t is high'st Courage lowly to sustaine The heauiest Plagues which for our sinnes are sent And to be patient qualifies the paine And makes vs at the low'st most excellent But to resist rage murmur or complaine Is as effeminate as Men may do Than to be subiect so is so to raigne Kings of our selues and Saints with Angells too Humility of Men doth Angells make And Pride of highest Angells maketh Deuills In Pride all Euills did beginning take But in Humility release from Euills W' are borne to Sorrowes would we than be free That were iniustice Than we needs must beare The lawes to which all Flesh must subiect be Vnlesse we would aboue all Flesh appeare Our highest pleasures still do tend vnto The deepest sighes those Wrinckles of the face That serue for Laughing serue for Weeping too And extreame Laughing sheddeth Teares apace GREATNES as we mis-stile it how e're stout And glorious too it be is as we proue But like a Lightnings flash soone in and out Of Life and Light that gets more Hate than Loue Our ALL 's but Nothing than For that which IS Must be eternall For what IS must stay Such as it is a Thought at least but this Is with a Thought or chang'd or gone away Now sith the deerest of these Mundane things Do fall so cheape from highest Holds they haue And that both Semy-gods aswell as Kings Do but engorge the most insatiate Graue What Sense haue such that see this daily done And yet relie on life that but appeares As doth a Vapor rising with the Sunne But straight to vanish in a Vale of Teares For Kings none other-wise than Mists descend Downe from the lofty Mountaines to the Vales Where they through Fortunes Sun-shine soone ascend And vanish straight like dew the Sunne exhales Thus can Discretion teach Griefe what to say To ease it selfe but Griefes if great they are Will still be mute or else as mad will bray And so our Griefes as mad do make vs fare Our LOSSE so far transcends the highest Bounds Of humane-wisdome patiently to beare That it our Sufferance and our Selues confounds With all distraction ioyn'd to griefe and feare Saint Iames thy house late house of ioyes extreame Is now an House of Mourning sith this Mate Of Angells di'd therein yet liues with them And left that haplesse House to endlesse hate Those costly Pictures curious Proofes of skill Wherewith that House like Heau'n he late did grace There may they hang in Vtter-darknes till The fowlest Sp●●ners scarfe their fairest Face That if here-after any curious Eye That would to Hell to see a Curious sight Come there to see them it may looke awry As lothing to belold their vglie plight Their Co-inhabitants be euer grimme Grym Desolations sterne Consociates Blacke ougly Bats and Owles with Zim and Iim T' affright all Flesh with horror from the Gates This for the Place wherein he di'd The Time Sith much more dismall much more still b'accurst Let neuer Sunne the steepe Meridian climbe On that blacke Day but clad in Sable first Let all the Starres that are maleuolent Lend all the light that Day like Night shall giue That Men may see but onely to lament