Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	body_n	good_a	soul_n	2,711	5	5.0049	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19051	Hebdomada sacra: A weekes deuotion: or, Seuen poeticall meditations vpon the second chapter of St. Matthewes gospell. Written, by Roger Cocks.	Cocks, Roger, fl. 1630-1642.	1630 (1630)	STC 5467; ESTC S118643	39,040	84

Abrahams bosome you securely rest Faire Infants whom the ancient Church did hold The Flowers of Martyrs sprung vp in the cold Of vnbeliefe whose buds were ●pt to death Flores martyrum Aug. By frost like persecutions bitter breath O how your death due prayse to Christ affords Sanguine non lingua passione non Sermone Chrysost By blood not tongue in wounds and not in words When greedy Wolfe the Lambe doth beare away The tender flesh torne by his teeth some say In taste if eaten men shall sweeter finde Then others killed whole of the same kind This obseruation whether true or no Is not materiall any way to know Certaine it is the flesh of these brought vnder The fangs of woluish Herod torne asunder Was sweet vnto the Lord and gaue delight For death of Saints is pretious in his sight That children should teach men may seeme ' gainst sence Yet we may learne frō them faire innocence In all our sufferings must companion be For if we suffer ought deseruedly With these we can expect no Crowne to take The cause not crosse doth a true mart●r make Causa non poenafacit Martyrem August If that be good though Herods doe conspire Against our liues and threaten sword or fire They may our bodies not our soules distresse And their hate shall but worke our happinesse Our crosse shall crowne vs and the death they giue Shall be a meanes to make vs euer liue Now was fulfill'd that fatall Prophecy Which was foretold of yore by Jeremy Ier. 30. 15. A voice was heard in Rama whose dire sound In woe and lamentation did abound Among those mothers which were childlesse made Rachel was one whom griefe did so inuade That shunning company she seem'd to liue As she were borne for nothing but to grieue A shady Groue neare her now hated-home A neighbour stood there did she often rome In that thicke Couert which made day like night She sought to hide her from all humane sight Sometime she sets her downe close by the foote Of a faire spreading tree vpon whose roote With nimble hand she 'gins to carue her woes But ere she halfe haue done her passion growes To such a height she marres what she hath made Then with sterne rage the barke she doth inuade Stabbing and mangling of it without stint As if her Infants wounds she there could print Starting at this as if feare wings did borrow She fled as if she would out-run her sorrow At last a burbling Brooke she doth espie Whose noise she thought did hold fit sympathy With her in mourning there she stayes her pace And seated neare it doth extend her face Ouer the current hauing fixt her looke A while vpon the Streame she chides the Brooke For his to speedy passage Stay O stay Thy course relentlesse Torrent did she say And carry my complaints with thee along My words although my woes shall not be long Say that a Mother of two hopefull twinnes Rob'd of that ha●lesse issue for her sinnes Will neuer cease to mourne their bloody death Till the iust heauens in pitty stop her breath And for this kindnesse I to thee will pay My teares as a due tribute euery day This said her eyes a liquid shewre distill As they the Fountaine were the Streame to fill All that was done which she thought vndescried By a neere Kinsman of hers was espied Who now approacht and sitting downe beside her In this milde manner did begin to chide her For shame at last leaue to be thus alone And vnto sencelesse things to vent your mone Your faith and patience I once thought more strong Griefes that recurelesse are should not be long By your immoderate sorrow you offend The highest Powers and hasten on your end Beside such griefe is vaine whether the dead Or else the liuing be considered The first if they die well are blest if faile Of a good end our teares will nought auaile Your Infants death in innocency found This should you rather comfort then confound The body the soules prison's said to be Now it is death which sets this prisoner free Who mournes for the enlargement of his child But 't is the bodies death that makes you wild If it be so O be no longer sory That falls to rise againe in greater glory Who grieues to see a house puld to the ground Which shall he knowes be better built Some bound Set to your sorrow then God will restore The body farre more glorious then before Looke on your selfe and you will find it vaine So great a griefe so long to entertaine For shoul● your teares in as great plenty fall As blood did from your Infants could they call Your children backe to life no though you mourne And pine to nothing they shall nere returne Take comfort then lest if you sorrow still You seeme to spurne against Iehouahs will The gri●ued Mother who had all this while In much impatience heard him with a smile Borrowed from scorne thus answered that they liue In health can easily good counsell giue To such as languish in disease and paine And they as hardly doe it entertaine Words are but words I neuer yet could heare That the grieu'd heart was cured by the eare Aswell may he which hath desire to eate Be satisfied by seeing painted meat Or he that is through cold like to expire Warme his numbe limbes at the Apes Gloworme fire As I from cold and painted comfort finde A medicine to recure my thought sicke minde Withall that I can from poore patience borrow I cannot pay so great a debt of sorrow In vaine you waste your words my woes are more Then time can weare away therefore giue ore Your fruitlesse counsell since my children are not Though I consume my selfe in griefe I care not Sorrow hath tane possession in my brest And onely can by death be dispossest When she had spoken thus in hasty mood She runnes and hides her in the thickest Wood But while to trees she doth her woes rehearse To other matters I must turne my Verse Saturdaies Meditation or the seuenth Canto The Argument An Angell doth to Ioseph tell The death of Herod Israel He longs to visit once againe Nazareth doth him entertaine NOw was the time that the Lord meant to take Vengeance on Herod therefore he did make By iust permission his owne issue striue How he might him of Crowne and life depriue Herod while these foule treasons were a breeding Got notice of Antipaters proceeding So was his base sonne call'd the yrkesome thought Of this vnnaturall action quickly brought Sicknesse of minde vpon him and that soare Encreasing God did yet afflict him more And on his body lay a foule disease A secret fire he had whose heate appease No course of Physicke could though much he tride Iosep de Bello Iud. lib. 1. All was in vaine the flame did quenchlesse bide His bowels full of paine did not within And wormes to swarme about him did