Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	bear_v	end_n	world_n	1,856	5	5.8312	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A30828	Time's out of tune, plaid upon however in XX satyres / by Thomas Bancroft.	Bancroft, Thomas, fl. 1633-1658.	1658 (1658)	Wing B643; ESTC R3217	79,397	157

passage out Rather how unfit for great services Are all such persons whose weak tenderness Will not such change endure but like some trees Transplan●ed lose their hopefull'st qualities Who to one station are affected thus As if affixed like Prometheus May thank their folly for much discontent Sith nothing in this world is permanent Poor dreaming fools they phansie that they can Slumber the waves of this worlds Ocean And charm all troubles that they may at ease Pass to what point of happiness they please But when they find the cousenage of conceit Themselves raise tempests or contribute great Winds to a little storm while sighs they vent In Vollies for some lighter accident Crispus that plods on in his formal way That eats and drinks by method every day Points his mustaches with one single hair And washes after meals with cleanly care Looks like a Lady sitting to be limm'd And speaks as comptly as his head is trimm'd When once he comes among the common rout Is fain to traverse and to tack about With such deformity as makes him be Ridiculous to all his company Troubled whereat he angry goes anon Home like a Wasp that came forth like a Drone What thing in man can seem unmanlyer Then in his carriage to be singular Or what more weak then not to dare to take Such wayes as others common rodes to make Especially when nothing lyes therein For vertue t' stumble at no rub of sin The force of vertue did sometime appear In sharp reproofs of those we did indear When men did boldly as by verbal war Oppose their friends that were irregular And by close Monitory charges sought To have their erring lives int' order brought But who now if his friend do chance to prove Lewdly exorbitant will shew his love By casting as it were in 's harmful way Rough reprehensions his career to stay And to divert him to the happyer path Of vertue that no ground of danger hath That sweet Psalmographer and warlike King Whose acts of honour were past equalling A wholesome reprehension took to be Like Balm upon the head of Majesty But as this precious unguent of the East Is either quite lost or impair'd at least So is the friendly office of reproof Which to good natures is of great behoof Turn'd out of service out of fashion grown Like garments which our Ancestors did own Men are of vile ill-fashion'd courtesie So full as rather to keep company With lewdest Russians then to strive to stay Their sliding steps in a declining way Rather then chide them from their vices and Cause them their down-hill danger t' understand Nor will men suffer it the skin of vice So tender seems that they are very nice To have it toucht I did but lately tell A thristless Kinsman that he did not well To stumble in the night so oft upon The youngsters crime call'd fornication That he would work his ruine by his play And by carouzing drink his health away I did but mildly thus admonish him When straight he lookt with countenance as grim As Savage ready to have kill'd our Queen Or Faux when in the fatal cavern seen The man grew strangely brutish quite destroy'd All force of kindred and of love beside And no less hatred unto me did show Then unto Parricides did Romans owe How dear do men destructive vices hold Looking with hatred on their friends that would Deter them from the same and to that end Their tongues artillery upon them spend Men of infected manners rather should Value such friends above their weight in gold Indear their warnings and in treasuries Of grateful minds repose such courtesies No less then if they had with friendly cares Rescu'd their lives from the Gemonian stairs Or the Tarpeian rock when most they were Agast with terrour deepest in despair Our weakness here looks wretchedly and he That slights these goodly fruits of amity And so not brooking of well-aiming tongues The wholesome hits his sickly manners wrongs May well be noted for the apparent heir Of folly and her Coat may justly bear What else may those that seek with busie quest For Knowledg yet on others judgments rest Seldome bestir their faculties to shake This or that point but all on trust do take Ranging through Authors as beasts through a Wood Which when they think they once have understood Their work is done great things they have atchiev'd And as Apollo's sons must be believ'd Learning is like a tree infixt in ground So far that none the depth of it have found The softer leaves whereof most wits do seem T' affect but little do its pitch esteem Admire its beauty but no farther go Nor strive its inward excellence to know Opinions when they vulgarly are tost Seem like rude streams disdaining to be crost They pass unquestion'd none dares go about To censure them or of their truth to doubt Though falsly they inform us those that said This earthly Globe was not inhabited Near the worlds hinges and the torrid Zone Did gain belief till Navigation Shew'd their mistakes so whatsoere a fair Semblance and face of likelihood doth bear Doth pass for verity without controll Though it involve an errour nere so foul Man that of causes and effects pretends To frame a subtile chain whose utmost ends Touch the worlds Centre and circumference He that with Opticks of intelligence May clearly see goes blindly yet by guess Grounds has conceits on meer apparences And rather then he will by weighing learn The truth of things the Scales will over-turn Thus we forgo our privilege devest That which becomes mans eminency best The spirits liberty thus we degrade Our natures and a mockery are made To nobler wits that dare Philosophize More freely and maintain their dignities Longer then Virgil was about the frame Of his grand Poem accented by Fame Did Bibliack lead an Academick life Weary'd old Authours with a plodding strife Hammer'd his brain-pan spent as many lights As those that solemniz'd Minerva's rites With kindled brands yet by his watchful pains All that he purchas'd th' upshot of his gains Was when he did with Countrey Ladies dine To pour out Greek and Latine with their wine To tell them who his meaning took by guess What Knowledg Aristotle did profess What causes of the thunder hail and wind Earth-quakes and other Meteors he assign'd And to maintain discourse with many more Raw fruits of study fetcht from others store Nothing would he examine save how much The Flagon did contain did nothing touch That relished of wit nor ought produce That serv'd or moral ends or civil use Was not this time spent vainly that brought forth Nothing but froth nothing of solid worth Nothing but dull opinions that require To clear their darksome doubts Apollo's fire As weakly do our sons of Levi go To work who 'mongst poor Laicks do bestow Their breath in quarrelling with Bellarmine Campion and others that with many a line Labour'd to draw us to the Romish side Such

places to secure What arts they use what busie pains endure With what sharp lines a Rivals fame they tear And oft the bloudier marks of disco●d bear Their cares compelling them still watch to keep At least like Hares with open eyes to sleep Those Rhetoricians that in France did strain Their lungs and either must applauses gain Or if their fluency did fail be cast Into a river deeply so disgrac'd Were not more pallid then these men are weak And fearful left their glassy honours break They 'r like to Climbers that much labour spend A steep and craggy mountain to ascend One such as Tenariffe or Atlas and When on the frozen Crown thereof they stand Are fearful of a downfall and much more Troubled thereat then with all pains before There 's none more jealous of his chosen Mate That by her looks her garments and her gate Shews her wild lusts then are these Gallants each Of other If the King but deign to reach To one of them a favour all the rest Like to young Kestrels in an high-built nest Stand gaping still and level all their spight Against the new much honour'd Favourite Lay all their heads and hearts together how To bring his fortunes down and make him bow Left in his plenty they should chance to pine And his exalting should be their decline Ambitious fools that fret your hearts with care For Honours that more slight then shadows are More light then vapours that to wondrous height Soon rise but vanish in the welkin straight And more delusive then our dreams that will Make golden promises but none fulfill Suppose I were grown rich and in the street A poor well-manner'd man should chance to meet That shew'd me his bare head what would it me Advantage more then his bare feet to see Or what more by his bowing should I gain Then if he did in backward posture lean He scrapes me legs and makes the dust give way But does no benefit to me convey Honour 's the Vulgars mockery and he That 's fearful of the loss of dignity Or 's vext at a repulse a sounder brain Should rather seek then honour to obtain There 's nothing more pernicious to a State Then a cold-hearted tim'rous Magistrate That when he greater persons to the Stake Should bring perceives his weakned hams to quake Deals gentlier with them then she-Surgeons do With patients that they bear affection to And oft more pale more pensive is by far Then some offenders standing at the bar A script or message from a potent friend Saves a mans life that now a down-right end Sadly expects and sees no hopeful cause Why his death should not satisfie the Laws What greatness wills must be accomplisht though The stream of justice be compell'd to flow Like Iordan backward whilst detested crimes Never more rise then in these wretched times Unpunisht pass and many a soul offence Is blancht and smooth'd with soft blandiloquence To th' great dishonour of our troubled State And their encouragement that vertue hate Those that grow fat in seats of dignity Are wise enough to know they must comply With greatness lest they chance to be displac'd And lose those profits which they hug so fast So sweet is lucre that men will cashier Friendship or equity or what 's more dear Break strongest bonds endure the hardest pains Rather then lose the harvests of their gains Hence is it that the Merchant rides so far O' th' bounding Ocean as in open war He did defie two elements at least Hence the hard Souldier doth expose his breast To darts and bullets whizzing through the air The Lawyer wearing Suits and Clients bare Bustles and bawls amongst contentious throngs Cracking at once his conscience and his lungs And every man some pleasing way doth chuse Wherein the prize of profit he pursues With hot affection after it doth pant And shews how urgent is the fear of want But most of all this pale-look'd passion showes Its strength or rather weakness when to blowes Two Armies fall yea oft when now the Drum But summon'd them to warlike work to come One side hath suddenly been palsie-shook Clapt on the wings of fear the field forlook In foul disorder shameful dis-array When they might well have stood and won the day When hostile faces did less danger threat Then their own phancies working their defeat Let not the Romans make too loud a boast Of fortitude sith Crassus rustling host That the sure-handed Parthians did invade Hearing the hideous noises that they made T' affray their enemies were sore distraught With terrour and a fearful ruine brought Upon themselves met in dishonour'd fl●ght By fate and banisht into endless night Indeed the Carthaginians that did hear Air-rending out-cryes when no foes were near Had cause enough to quake and to surmise That mov'd to anger were their Deities And sent those terrours as a warning-blow But to be daunted with a clamorous foe As Drunkards are dismaid when vessels sound Argues an heart to have an inward wound A sickly temper a soft feeble state Of mind that every threat will penetrate Rather then Vulgar people will not play The fools with waking dreams they will affray Themselves and breed more Bugbears in their brain Then ere inventive Greece did wonders feign Fairies Night-spirits Goblins all those toyes Owe their whole essence to weak phantasies I know a neighb'ring fountain sweet and clear And such as well the Muses might endear That pours pure liquid treasures forth apace Adorning as it were with shining lace The border of a field and making there A valley rich and vernant all the year Fair trees ore-look the well and seem to play With their own shadowes in it every day Sending down leaves as love-signs which the Source Doth modestly reject with easie force To this fair mirrour Maids by day repair And by it set their looks and prune their hair But when the Sun sorgoes our Hemisphere Causing the earths dim shadow to appear None dare approach the place but balk it quite As on Avernus lake no fowls will light Left treading on that Fairy-ground for so They term it th' angry Elves should chance to blow Their eyes out or should pinch them black and blew Or lame them yet that no man living knew Such mischiefs done there I dare almost swear Truly when sometime I my course did steer Near to this Fountain whilst fair Moon-light shone I visited the water-Nymph alone And sipt her liquor yet did neither hear Nor see nor suffer what the Rusticks fear Indeed a long-bill'd bird I think on 't still That flusht and flew up from the bubbling rill Was ready to divert me from my way But made me to my self to smile and say If Woodcocks to this Well dare come so near What cause have Countrey Gulls so much to fear Thus does man to his mass of misery Adde vain illusions of his phantasie And makes his own more wretched then the state Of beasts that no such terrours