Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	bad_a	good_a	see_v	1,466	5	3.4614	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A56578	The fanatick indulgence granted anno 1679. By Mr. Ninian Paterson.	Paterson, Ninian, d. 1688.	1683 (1683)	Wing P693; ESTC R217125	7,716	23

would never kindle such a fire The other great and mighty DUKE he vowes It came from Hell for any thing he knowes The Legat men suspected most he sayes He acted but as stickes in puppet playes He acted being acted this was all His influence on its original Avant then snake unto these dismall deeps Where every thing but damned sorrow sleeps IIII. Indulgence is CAINS mark or such another No man may kill him that hath kill'd his Brother And herein Cain was Scot the DUKE like GOD Who sent the Traitour to the Land of Nod And yet confind him home to this his Nation A Land of fugitives and trepidation A Land wherein disgrace and loud toung'd shame Hath split the Trumpet of our former Fame Either for Armes or Artes. Your Huskoes yield Ye Sons of Mars its cowards gains the field These only now the Acts of grace commands Because no Widow curst their swords nor hands An Apple cleft in two is not more twin Then their Religion and their fights have been Whose chiefest properties lyes in their voice Like shearing of a sow no wool but noise For when with Covenants they brag the starrs Unto their heels they do commend ther warrs Just as the forced air below doth fall In noise and loathsom stink and there is all They are no witches tho their exercise Are parallels murders and Tragedies They 'r alwayes grumbling cruel furious Ill looking spiteful and malitious Blood-thristy Tigers never pleas'd but when They swill like Leeches in the blood of men Their Baptism they renounce or do as much They need no Devils each of them is such For being baptized to the Trinitie They dare sit mute to the doxologie They dare not sing what they dare say like those Despise in verse what they commend in prose They to their souls in consciencious care Preferr their babling to our Saviours prayer And take their grounds of fighting from the word Because our Saviour said put up thy sword Just like that wylie Jesuits mistake That of Saint Peter did salt Peter make They say a Bishops office is for a Turk Because Saint Paul did call it a good work It brings damnation for to resist Saint Paul did say they say its the cause of Christ. Strange Estredg consciences that quick devours Great Camel-truths fir'd with gnat-Metaphors Be subject all for conscience sake these Heroes Can swallow that and fight at curse ye Meroz But as of faith and manhood they are outted Their learning too it mightily is doubted Their Logick's out of date for they do know No Syllogisme but in Fer●o And when their courage with their powder 's spent Indulgence closeth all in Celarent They 'r puddle-rithmers too they dare we see Discharge their bumbast at our Poësie And it s reported that they largely share In glistring Guinies for their Paltrie ware The famine in Samaria we see Makes slimie sordid doves dung sell so hie They gave in ghuest accompt when wanting bread Near ten pound Sterling for an Asses head Had all our whiggs been there from rear to van They had happ't headless every mortal man Muse burn thy bayes gold and the laurell now Is onely given to the thick brained crew Empiricks let alone your market fall's The Revenues of Close-stools and Urinals We need no potions to our paunch nor purse Trai●ours indulg'd will gratis murder us Close up the Muses Courts the Colleges A living vatican each Fanatick is Baronius and Bellarmin ingrost Their first two syllables in his brains have lost Our Musickes all in discords acts of grace Hath highest trebl's joyn'd with lowest base We croak like Ravens and we screech like Rats And for one SHARP we have ten thousand flats Out notes so dissonant will nee'r agree In Church nor State to make an Harmonie Our Kirk's a new Benjotral which we call Nor Presbiterian nor Episcopal All tend to the old chaos our very Laws Are all ingulphed in the good old cause No wonder Traitours make monopoly Of the embalmed Name of honesty And will admit no honest man but him Dare call a Bishop Antichristian limm No honest man if not of their opinion Altho he were almighties dearest minion Saint Paul himself they scorn to call him Saint Because he never took their Covenant Yea from fool-hatred of the Organs they Made poor bagpypes sing dumb and out of play V. Indulgences ar Popish things then why Should they be fancied by such Saints as they Since their foundation fails them for it s known That neither Saints nor merits they can own And too for which I verily am sorie They are not yet come to their Purgatorie Besides Indulgences they have no place If men be not into the state of grace And they the very name of grace think vile Because it sometimes is a Bishops stile But now the case is stated amongst all Treason indulg'd makes all sins venial May not the Papist say what need of Rome For Pardons now since CHARLES is Pope at home Had Luthers minde run parallel with his No strife had been about Indulgences Martin had still been Monk nor had he yet In genial sheet protested with his Kate. But yet to Pardon those by Pardons worse Is Heavens dire vengeance and Earths heavy curse Saw ye an Ape that a purgation took Before these news so did our Whigmares look Now like a Passenger that scapt a grave In the sweld womb of an impostum'd wave They knock the Starrs with their advanced head As Phaeton when he the reins did guid With that same success too the world they 'l fire By guiding ill what they did ill desire For they repent not what they late have done Vowing the second part of that same tune Clearing both throats and pypes it s not in vain A well payed spring ought to be played again If ancient Sages saws with you have credite To spare a vice it is the way to spread it Tame mercie is the breast that suckls vice Till hydra like her heads she multiplies In sparing thieves and murderers all see A privat favour 's publicque injurie Should pitie spare and let the gangren spread Until the bodies wholly putrified What Surgeon would do this but he that 's mad He 's cruel to the good who spares the bad Cause feed them fatt and give them flesh and wine Bring in a water pipe to wash the Swine Cause light the Western lamp which when it died Was ay with fire and sacrifice supplied Give them a power rebellions trump to blow In that same breath forbid them to do so Give them all Kirkes reward them for their flight Encourage them to such another fight When all is done let the whole world view They only hold Kirk Government of you O Power I l'e not blaspheme beyond divine To make meer contradictions so combine Things so discordant meekly to agree The Presbiterians and Monarchie The Covenant and the alledgeance oath Bear-chaff and butter makes a choaking broath No longer then this