Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	ghost_n	holy_a	joy_n	5,983	5	6.9330	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10085	Honors fame in triumph riding. Or, The life and death of the late honorable Earle of Essex	Pricket, Robert.	1604 (1604)	STC 20339; ESTC S115234	11,632	34

pure streames of bloud gusht forth from azurd vaines the foode of life distild Wisedome loue faith renowne and honor both were all at once thus hackt thus chopt thus kild There was a sight to send forth sorrowes floud A Swanny whitenes wrapt in robes of bloud But thinke you saw him and for his sake Then let your teares woes period make Thus masacard in strength of lusty youth was Englands Earle whose worth the world admir'd His life till now had prou'd his honors truth vntimely was his fatall death conspir'd If any read whose hand was stain'd therein Let some vild death make known his damned sin The rest that mourne let sorrowes tide Make honors fame in triumph ride Go to the Courts of Denmarke France Spaine and sadly tell his dolefull tragicke seane And marke what sighs your words will entertaine and see what teares from honored eies will streame In any place within earths compasse round This tale but told may sighs and teares be sound Faire Ladies they with drownd vp eies To honors fame will sacrifice And when report hath tolde his sorrowes story his life and death and actions done by him Then reard vp hands will wonder at his glory each hearer seemes in sorrowes flouds to swim And then they say would not his Queene forgiue His fault that such a peerelesse prince might liue Yes had she knowne asmuch as they He had not then beene cast away Her Royall brest was falsly oft accusde of cruell deeds but She was mercies childe For honors death She well may be excus'd by priuate tales rough worke was smoathly filde Could he but once Her glories sight haue gaind And vnto Her his wrongs and woes complaind Then had he liu'd and that they knew Whose hate her hart from him withdrew But could her eyes these weeping lines peruse her princely teares would show hir sorrows griefe Her selfe would say they did hir grace abuse that in that action were the actors chiefe And truth to say I thinke her Maiesty Was chiefest mourner in that tragedy Though now a fluent nimble wit Can bouldly play the polliticke I doe not striue Inuectiuely to speake nor haue I will a wilfull harme to doe A peace confirm'd I would by no meanes breake yet can I not like fawning flatterers woe Let truth be truth and free the dead from wrong And blame him not that sings this sorrowes song For him who did a souldier loue Whose death a souldiers griefe doeth moue Vnto his Country his honours bloud he gaue which for his Country more better had bin spent Vnkinde his Country that worthy bloud to craue which was for her and for her seruice bent His mother England hauing slaine her sonne The world will say it was vnkindly done Though iustice may with this dispence It wanted mercies influence This Yron world hath Angell mercy left worlds worldlings they that vertue hence haue driuen This rotten age is of that grace bereft that mercy now is onely plac'd in heauen And thither is the ghost of honor fled Through ayerie orbes by heauenly angels led Vnto that place where ioye excels And there the soule of honour dwels Where God and Christ and holy ghost combinde inuironde are with glory more then if Ten hundred thousand sunnes at once all shinde and clearly should their radient splendence guise Amidst that glory the soule of Essex stands In endlesse ioy vpheld by Angels hands Then mourne no more heauen hath his spirit Whose life on earth such praise did merit But now heauens God King Queene Prince and state inuiron roūd within thy loues protection Let Britons Monarch like the worlds triumphe rate rule still in peace rulde by thy lawes direction His Nobles blesse and let no priuate hate Procure the meanes our peace to ruinate And thus my Muse his farewell giues And tels the world Fames honour liues Upon the Author and his subiect THou that true Honor from the graue doest raise And on Fames golden wings doest make it flie Who with thy Pen the neuer dying praise From ground doest lift vp to the Starrie skie Of that braue Earle whose life the greatest glory Whose death to Britaine yeeldes the saddest storie Oh giue me leaue thy faithfull hart t' admire Which suffrest not thy loue with him to dye But with thy Muse doest make affections fire To shine most bright now he intomb'd doth lye And as thy sword while he inioy'd his breath So now thy Pen doth serue him after death Thy worke I cannot say doth match his worth For heauen and earth doth equall that no more T is praise for Prickets Pen if it pricke forth Some gowned Muse his fortunes to deplore Schollers and Souldiers both were to him bound Why should they not be both like thankefull found All those braue Romaines whom the world admir'd So much for their high magnanimitie With morrall vertues were not more inspir'd Besides his cleere light of Diuinitie All his lifes morne he like a Romaine led At noone like a Diuine went to deaths bed Epita There sleepes great Essex dearling of mankinde Faire Honors lampe foule Enuies pray Artes fame Natures pride Vertues bulwarke lure of minde Wisdomes flower Valoures tower Fortunes shame Englands sunne Belgias light Frances star Spaines thūder Lysbones lightning Irelands clowde the whole worlds wonder Ch. Best Arm.