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	head_n	part_n	1,461	5	4.4830	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43639	Schola cordis, or, The heart of it selfe, gone away from God brought back againe to him & instructed by him in 47 emblems.	Harvey, Christopher, 1597-1663.; Haeften, Benedictus van, 1588-1648. Schola cordis.; Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.	1647 (1647)	Wing H183; ESTC R13211	45,471	208

ransome thine That thy dead heart might live againe And live entirely perfect not in part 7. But whilst thine heart 's divided it is dead Dead unto me unle●… it live To me alone It is all one To keepe all and a part to give For what 's a body worth without an head 8. Yet this is worse that what thou keep'st from me Thou dost bestow upon my foes And those not mine Alone but thine The proper causes of thy woes For whom I gave my life to set thee free 9. Have I betroth'd thee to my selfe and shall The devill and the world intrude Upon my right Ev'n in my fight Think not thou canst me so delude I will have none unlesse I may have all 10. I made it all I gave it all to thee I gave all that I had for it If I must loose I 'll rather choose Mine interest in all to quit Or keep it whole or give it whole to me Embleme 10 The insatiablenesse of the Heart HAB. 2.5 Who inlargeth his desire as hell and is as death and cannot be satisfied Epigr. 10. THe whole round world is not enough to fill The Hearts three corners but it craveth still Onely the Trinity that made it can Suffice the vast triangled heart of man ODE 10. 1. The thirsty earth and barren wombe cry Give The grave devoureth all that live The fire still burneth on and never saith It is enough The horseleech hath Many more daughters but the heart of man Outgapes them all as much as heav'n one span 2. Water hath drown'd the earth the barren wombe Hath teem'd sometimes and been the tombe To its owne swelling issue and the grave Shall one day a ●…cke surfeit have When all the fuell is consum'd the fire Will quench it selfe and of it self expire 3. But the vast heart of man's insatiate His boundlesse appetites dilate Themselves beyond all limits his desires Are endlesse still whilst he aspires To happinesse and faine would find that treasure Where it is not his wishes know no measure 4. His eye with seeing is not satisfi'd Nor 's care with hearing he hath tri'd At once to furnish ●…ry sev'rall sense With cho●…e of curious objects whence He might e●…tract ●… into one unite A perfect quinteflence of all delight 5. Yet having all that he can fancy still There wanteth something more to fill His empty appetite His mind is vext And he is inwardly perplext He knowes not why when as the truth is this He would find something there where nothing is 6. He rambles over all the faculties Ransacks the secret treasuries Of Art and Nature spells the Universe Letter by letter can reherse All the Records of time pretends to know Reasons of all things why they must be so 7. Yet is not so contented but would faine Prie in Gods Cabinet and gaine Intelligence from heav'n of things to come Anticipate the day of Doome And read the issues of all actions so As if Gods secret counsells he did know 8. Let him have all the wealth all the renowne And glory that the world can crowne Her dearest da●…gs with yet his desire Will not rest there but still aspire Earth canno●… hold him nor the whole creation Containe his wishes or his expectation 9. The heart of man 's but little yet this All Compared thereunto's but finall Of such a large unparallel'd extense Is the short-lin'd ●… Of that three-corner'd figure which to fill With the round world is to leave empty still 10. Go greedy soule addresse thy selfe to heav'n And leave the world as 't is bereav'n Of all true happinesse or any thing That to thine heart content can bring But there a trine-une God in glory fits Who all grace-thirsting hearts both fills and fits Embleme 11. The returning of the Heart ISAY 46.8 Remember this and shew your selves men bring it again to heart O ye transgressors Epigr. 11. OFt have I call'd thee O returne at last Returne unto thine heart let the time past Suffice thy wanderings know that to cherish Revolting still is a meer will to perish ODE 11. Christ 1. Returne O wanderer returne returne Let me not alwayes wast my words in vaine As I have done too long Why dost thou spurn And kick the counsells that should bring thee back again The Soule 2. What 's this that checks my course Me thinks I feel A cold remisnesse seifing on my mind My stagger'd resolutions seem to reel As though they had in hast forgot mine heart behind Christ 3. Returne O wanderer returne returne Thou art already gone too farre away It is enough unlesse thou meane to burne In hell for ever stop thy course at last and stay The Soule 4. There 's something holds me back I cannot move Forward one foot me thinks the more I strive The leste I stirre Is there a pow'r above My will in me that can my purposes reprive Christ 5. No power of thine own 't is I that lay Mine hand upon thine haste whose will can make The restlesse motions of the heavens stay Stand still turne back againe or new found courses take The Soule 6. What am I riveted or rooted here That neither forward nor on either side I can get loose Then there 's no hope I feare But I must back againe what ever me betide Christ 7. And back again thou shalt I 'll have it so Though thou hast hitherto my voyce neglected Now I have handed thee I 'll have thee know That what I will have done shall not be uneffected The Soule 8. Thou wilt prevaile then and I must returne But how or whither when a world of shame And sorrow lie before me and I burne With horror in my self to think upon the same 9. Shall I returne to thee Alas I have No hope to be received a runne away A rebell to returne mad men may rave Of mercy miracles but what will Justice say 10. Shall I returne to mine owne heart Alas 'T is lost and dead and rotten long ago I cannot find it what at first it was And it hath been too long the cause of all my woe 11. Shall I forsake my pleasures and delights My profits honours comforts and contents For that the thought whereof my mind affrights Repentant sorrow that the soule asunder rents 12. Shall I returne that cannot though I would I that had strength enough to go astray Find my self saint and feeble now I should Returne I cannot runne I cannot creep this way 13. What shall I doe Forward I must not goe Backward I cannot if I tarry here I shall be drowned in a world of woe And antidate mine own damnation by despaire 14. But is 't not better hold that which I have Then unto future expectation trust Oh no to reason thus is but to rave Therefore returne I will because returne I must Christ 15. Returne and welcome if thou wilt thou shalt Although thou canst not of thy selfe yet I That call can make thee able Let the fault Be