Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	blood_n	body_n	great_a	2,100	5	2.8464	3	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A79263	Englands fortresse: exemplified in the most renowned and victorious, his Excellency, the Lord Fairfax, Commander in Chiefe of the Parl. Army. / Humbly presented unto his Excellency by E.C. lover of peace.	Calver, Edward, fl. 1649.	1649 (1649)	Wing C314; Thomason E544_14; ESTC R206002	4,099	15

As the especiall instrument or Key Under whose keeping all our treasures lye If you miscarry we are all undone But if you prosper as you have begun We all are made men who have any thought To live like good men and as Christians ought Doubtles the burden under which you stand You bearing up the Pillars of our Land And safely keeping of the Kingdomes Keys Of all its doores where any danger lyes Together with the right and Peace of such As honours vertue which delights you much Must needes be heavy and a weight of wonder Which none but Englands Atlas could stand under How blest is England then may all men say Which though it totters yet hath such a stay As never yet at Englands need hath fail'd Nor ever will though never so assail'd So long as heaven shall with his heart agree In saving England from invasion free Ungratefull England that can harbour then So many Monsters in the shapes of men As doe endeavour with most deadly hate The fall of this upholder of our State Can faithfull trust thus falsly be betrayd Can merit be with malice thus repayd Can curres thus bark and at their Keepers snatch Can hell its selfe such horrid Monsters hatch Your danger doubtlesse doth heerein exceed But yet againe which doth your safety breed Where hell to hurt doth most its mallice bend There heavens to help doe mercy most extend And he whom heavens will blesse is not the worse For Balacks threatning or for Balams curse This in your person doth at large appeare Heavens blessings on you like the Sun shine cleere And this indeed remaines no doubt the shield Whereby your Lordship and our Lands upheld Oh! then dull England doe not thou neglect Or you the people that have a respect To any goodnesse but with melting eyes See and acknowledge where your safety lyes And let your praises with your prayers joyne That these our blessings never may decline And you the blessed blessing of our dayes Whom God doth honour and we ought to praise Feare not the faces of your mortall foes Whom God immortall helps you to oppose So long as in his quarrell you persist There is no question but you shall be blest For where his cause can no way be upheld But by the weapon whereby blood is spill'd The guilt of bloodshed cannot there remaine Gods glory being greater then the staine The sword thus wounding being in the hand Of him who thereto hath a just command As in mens bodies as men doe relate Are some diseases which are desperate Without blood letting and no hopes of health So in the body of the Common-wealth Are such ill humours and inflamed blood In divers Members as t is understood Unlesse effusion of the same be wrought The whole estate is into danger brought But heere now wisdome must with skill be had That what should cure the Kingdome proves not bad The salve should worke the remedy increase The sore and so grow worse then the disease For as where blood is thus corrupted found Too little may be taken so the wound Through want of judgement may be made so wide And bleed so much as on the other side Unto as much distemper may relate By weakening and so hazarding the State But heere your wisdome hath at full appear'd And to the world your innocency cleer'd You ever being ready to incline To tearmes of peace where it was fit to joyne Which to all good men doth I hope impart Sufficient warrant that you have a heart Which is as ready and as reall yet For tearmes of peace upon conditions sit As ever harbourd in a noble breast Or Christian of discretion can request But till corrupted boyling blood of such As yet endanger Englands safety much Be either purg'd or by incision made Be drawne away that so the sore may fade There is no reason you should stay your hand Who thus are the Physitian of the Land Ride on and prosper then brave Hector still And all that hate you curbe them at your will And let all vertues enemies and those That seeke your downefall be subdued foes The game is Englands but the Garland yours The duty mine to help to gather flowers To deck your head with the eternall bayes Of your deserved everlasting praise And thus brave worthy ceasing to intrude Or presume further in a forme so rude As building on your goodnesse I begun So begging your forgivnesse I have done Nor had I once more at your foot appear'd But that some scruples might be thereby clear'd That so your Lordship may not him suspect Whose pen for vertue ever was direct FINIS