Selected quad for the lemma: woman_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
woman_n	body_n	husband_n	wife_n	4,399	5	7.2256	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04975	The pleasaunt playne and pythye pathewaye leadynge to a vertues and honest lyfe no lesse profytable, then delectable. V.L.	Leigh, Valentine, fl. 1562.; Lynyng, Urban, attributed name.	1522 (1522)	STC 15113.5; ESTC S121899	32,141	48

Fayre amiable pleasaunte full of corage and might Yet perchaunce er Ppheabus hath once his course ronne Deade carcasses we may be and vyle meate for the worme What prosyteth vs then our great sommes of monye Heaped together by extorcion and bryberye Golde stones Iewels or implement most preciouse Landes houses or vyllages be they neuer so sumptuous Eyther worship honour or lordely auctoritie Rule or dominion or worldely dignitie Whiche maketh many men so proudely to looke ouer all As thoughe they were to the goddes coequall Seinge death endeth althynge and we wretches wyth mysery Lyke duste and shadowe consume so sodenly Semge all oure pryde and glory is so sone extinguyshed And oure tyme so quickly gone neuer to be recouered O lyfe so vayne so fugitiue and frayle Whome suche a nomber of daungers and persilles do assaslle O lyfe that arte so shorte and vncertayne Most lyke vnto smoke a man can the licken Nowe this man dyeth an other after hym I to daye perchaunce and thou to morowe betyme So a lyttel and a lytle eche man dothe dye Euen lyke a butcher hauynge shepe and bestes many Of whiche some to daye he kylleth downe ryght And other some to morow in the morning or at nyght The nerte daye other moo go to the blocke And so forthe tyll consumed be all the hole flocke Thus death dayly remember but feare not the same For of it selfe it is good and worthye no blame Deathe fynysheth all paynes death endeth all care Death daungers dissolueth and putteth away feare To the poore to the prisonner and to the comfortlesse To the condemned and to the miserable captyue in dissresse To the bondeman slaue spoyled and Lazar impotente To them that are on the racke and in greuouse tormente Deathe is imbraced and hartely welcome To suche and many other of lyke state and condicion To good men death neuer can come vnware Whiche euer against his commynge them selues do prepare Whose lyfe hathe contynued in ryghteousnesse And whyche haue remayned in faythe mercy and godlynesse To them no dysproffit is deathe but aduauntage Althoughe it take them in theyr mooste flouryshynge age Thus yf thou be good receaue deathe gladlye For it is a passynge oute of this vale of myserye Then shalte thou render to the earthe and againe to hir sende Thy body whiche but for a tyme she did vnto the lende And if thou ponder with thy selfe in thy minde discretlye What dammage or hurte can death do vnto the She spoilleth the of thy riches perchaunce thou wylt saye But then riches wantest thou none by no kynde of waie Nor anie other thing els thy soule shall desyre But from pouertie to riches thou then semest to aspire For he of all other is the richeste in dede Nor that hathe mooste but that fewest thinges doth nede To leaue thy wyse childerne frendes is a miserable thinge Yea but it wer much more miserable to se thē die thē liuinge And it wyll not be longe but they shall folowe the When the lorde shall also call for them accordinglye And these worldly riches and pleasures are none of thine But lent to the as it weare for a litle tyme Naked camest thou hether and naked must thou hence go Therfore for terrestriall trifles sorowe not so This world is as it were a certaine great feaste Where vnto euery man is bidden as a geaste Where for a while duringe the Lordes pleasure We haue the fruition of this vayne worldlye treasure Vpon this condicion that we be alwayes ready At his commaundement to giue place and departe gladlye And to suffer other men that after vs shall come Of the same feast to receaue like fruition What wight wyl not willinglye leaue this lothesome lyfe Whiche is so wicked disceatfull and so full of strife Where no fayth no pietie nor any iustice Remaineth neither any quietnes or peace Wher all kinde of Sinnes euermore do raigne Where the brother is comonly the brothers bayne Where the sonne ofte wisheth for his fathers shorte lyfe The woman hir husbande and the husbande his wife Whereche body catheth snatcheth what he can Beinge dissemblers and wourkers of fraude euery man That this worlde maie wourthelye well be named A denne of theues being with pillinge and polling enflamed Of luste and boredome what should I make mencion Wherwith the hole earth is fylled with like abhominacion That chastifie is banyshed and virgynitie defaced And the honorable sacremēt of Matrimonie nothing regarded In which wicked worlde also are of parels so many Of labors and sicknes suche a nombre and sondery Where fortune onelye ruleth without all reason Wher no man of him self can be assured any season What good man will not nowe leaue this world gladly Whiche is hollye compassed with such vntollerable mysery Wherefore great follye it is death for to feare Seinge it endeth the myseries we sustayne here And consyder also that departynge from mortallitie By death thou enterest into thy region of eternitie Therfore my sonne let thy lyfe be godlye So shalte thou not stande in any feare to dye Fyrste in thy health hollye set in good staye By wyll al thy worldly affaires as nere as thou maye That in thy sicknes thou be not with them troubled Nor thy mynde then from godlynesse by them encombred And euery nyghte before thou goest to thy rest To confesse to God thy synnes with harty repentaunce is best And humblye aske mercy with hope vnsaynedly Preparynge thy selfe then holly to dye And so thy soule to the Lorde moost humblye betake Which on the crosse suffred his passion for thy sake Thus shal not soden death vnprouyded the fynde Yf thou beare well this last lesson in thy mynde This my rude counsayle yf thou followe in euery condicion As I trust thou wylt accordynge to myne expectacion Thou shalt well walke in the right pathe waye than Whiche as I erste sayde leadeth to the lyfe of an honest man And now sonne my former promyse beynge performed done To the place where we met we are nere eftesones come I thancke you gentle father sayd I for your holsome counsayle I neuer herde tolde a more verteouse tale I beseche almyghty God to graunte me the grace The same to obserue in euery poynte and cace And the same Lorde of hys goodnes rewarde you gratiouslye That hathe taken suche paynes to enstructe me verteouslye Fare well my good sonne quod he Christ be thy guyde And so departynge from hym home warde I hyed FINIS