Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	die_v	heaven_n	soul_n	4,956	5	4.7790	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A62204	A Satyr upon a late pamphlet entituled, A satyr against wit		1700 (1700)	Wing S719; ESTC R23190	1,546	13

A SATYR Upon a Late PAMPHLET Entituled A Satyr against Wit Semper Ego Auditor tantùm Nunquàmne reponam Angliaci totiès vexatus carmine codri LONDON Printed in the Year MDCC Price 4 d. A SATYR Upon a late Pamphlet Entituled A Satyr against Wit A SATYR Upon a late Pamphlet Entituled A Satyr against Wit WHO can unmov'd in stupid silence sit And see condemn'd the Nation 's glory Wit It s Fame oppress'd and tuneful Champions grown Objects of Satyr for a Rhiming Sl Were not in view his senceless gingling Aim Britain had gain'd more Honour he less Shame How can so Dull so Infamous a Birth Bring less than Scandal on his Native Earth He like the sacrilegious Wretch of Old Rather than not do something Great and Bold Dares to pollute and strike at Wit Divine 'T is not Diana's but Apollo's Shrine Wit is a Radiant Spark of Heav'nly Fire Full of Delight and worthy of Desire Bright as the Ruler of the Realms of Day Sun of the Soul with in-born Beauties gay Crowded with Rivals like a charming fair And those that cannot gain no railing spare So grew Invectives from a Scribler's Brains Whose Person shews more Satyr than his Strains His mere Creation's for Lampoon design'd His Rhiming Libels few Himself Mankind Tho' He pretends to Write yet fears to own It must be B by his rumbling Tone Like a Young Sinner Conscious and Asham'd Fain he denies yet will not be reclaim'd B a Witling Quack or any thing To turn the Penny and to vent his Sting When Physick fails to Verse the Doctor flies In Coffee-house and Street his Genius tries Why should he take such pains to let us know His Book confirms what Preface aims to shew B whose Name and Nature seem ally'd Who can wash white what has so long been dy'd Spotted with Slurs his Infancy began And so from Child it handed Him to Man His tawny Kinsman of the neither Clime Not labours more to Damn than He to Rhime His far-fetch'd sounds invenom'd spite disclose And like him basely grasps at Friends or Foes 'Twixt Pen and Potion is his Time assign'd This mortifies the Body That the Mind Both to Tormenting make some vile pretence One Tortures Souls and ' other Limbs and Sence In one thing more their Nauseous Tempers hit That Scoffs at Goodness This at Sacred Wit Wit of all things the sweetest and the best By most is fanci'd but by few possest Were it by all Fate would have nought to try Those it descend to bless can never dy Who but a Muse is deathless in Renown Warriors expire Kings have a fading Crown In After-Ages Poets seem to Breath Their Lawrels flourish in despight of Death Fame bears 'em on her Wings from Pole to Pole The World contains their Wonders Heav'n their Soul Wit was the Darling of the Ancient Days Admir'd and Crown'd with never-ending Praise Tyrceus more than Spartan Troops Atchiev'd What Weapons lost all conquer'd VVit retriev'd Hence Sophocles at Athens famous grew No sooner Poet but Commander too So great so lov'd were Choirs of Phaebus then They staid from Arms to use the Nobler Pen Horace at Rome was grac'd with like Success Equal his Merit nor his Fortune less Victorious Brave and Wise those Nations were Yet Wit receive'd a gen'rous Usage there Must Britain only Treat it with Disdain And all but Wits securely happy reign While Juggling Quacks and Noisy Lawyers thrive Must Herds of Poets scarce be kept alive Must all Parnassus prove a barron shore And that Name WIT portend the Name of Poor Such is their Casual would be constant Fate Could Impious B sway and change the State What daily Massacres of Wit he 'd make And merely ruin all for Envy's sake He Gyant-like would Heav'n-born Wit assail Tugging out Hundred Vocal Tools to scale Just so Ambition's Apes their pow'r employ And what exceeds their reach would fain destroy But God-like William loaths his awkward Strain He rules Parnassus and rewards its Train His piercing Eye that well known Truth descries Empire and Poesy together rise Rosc Wit Courts his Patronage as we his sway Both he supports and both with Pride Obey Wit is a Paradice of Shining Grace William supplies the Guardian Angel's place While he displays his Universal Wings We scorn the Serpent and defy his Stings Let him expose his Teeth he cannot bite Let him Scrawl on he knows not how to Write FINIS