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	reason_n	see_v	1,402	5	3.3292	3	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A74649	An entertainment of solitarinesse or, the melting of the soule, by meditations, and the pouring of it out by prayers. By Sir Richard Tempest, knight and baronet.	Tempest, Richard, Sir, 1619 or 20-1662.	1649 (1649)	Wing T625; Thomason E1410_1; ESTC R209519	28,217	157

receptions let me follow the wisdome of thy methods Lord who by the Churches directions of their Fasts to precede our Festivals teacheth us humilitie goes before glory repentance and mortification before true joy But now alas the outward and materiall Temples are made to mourn in their own ashes while the living ones rejoyce over the ruines of Sion The loosenesses and indulgences of this Age rather beares a proportion with the Religion of the Ottomans than exhibits Sacrifices pleasing to the most Holy One. They cashiering all strict observances as fetters and bonds to their more free Genius are mis-led by their owne evill spirits in a wildernesse of Opinions The observing these signall dayes turnes our devotions into the knowne and vulgar Character which the world by our practise as it were may reade Our memorie charges the Times with good or bad events happening in them not but those good or ill qualities adhere to the things done in those Times Time being onely the measure of motion upon whose skore wee retaine the remembrance of what things pleasing or displeasing have befallen us To quarrell at the observation of Times is to quarrell at the holy and devout Exercises at such times usually performed whence wee see so easie a slide in many from the contempt of the time to neglect the humble and pious practises of the other To take away the set Dayes set Prayers and set Patrimonie of the Church is to make the Church contemptible their lives dissolute and their devotions prophane The Magnificats of hearts divinely in love and the heavenly wealth of an open-handed Charitie makes these dayes prospect so glorious and in this respect they are inlightned with no vulgar Ray nor doth the Sunne shine with any common beames The Heathens marked their fortunate dayes with white or precious stones but wee must observe these with white and spotlesse actions by which they will prove so to us Our miserable Times we becloud either over againe with our griefes and distrusts or else adde to them the feathers of vanitie to make them more insensibly flye away the two excesses of our life too jocular Vanities or too sad Dejections But from the heights of these dayes doe our soules take their Aethereall flights and range themselves in the Quires of Angels while they beare part with them in their Allelujahs Lord grant that by the continued practise of these Heavenly Attempts the chayne of my mortalitie being broke I may get wing and flye to thee and that constantly reaching my hands to thee from these dayes which are the upper steps of the Ladder of my Life next to Heaven thou mayest at last reach forth thy hand and receive me Morning Thoughts DArkenesse no sooner gives way to the approach of the Sunne but the whole Theatre of Nature seemes to smile the Clouds put on their severall-coloured Habits the Musicall inhabitants of the Groves warble forth the Aire in varied and delightfull tones of harmonie the Flowers draw forth their severall flames and beauties offering sweet incense from their fragrant bosomes all mists and fogges breake up and vanish and that which before dissembled so bright a lustre hath lost it in the light of the Sunne And now my senses loosned from the soft chaines of sleepe enjoy the prospect of the glory of the Heavens the pleasant view of the Woods Fields Rivers but as there be Groves and Caves where the Sunne hath not accesse so my Body is that Cave where without the beame of Reason to discerne the causes and effects of those works I externally behold it is still in darknesse nay I shall still continue so if with the reflext beame of Reason I looke not into my selfe and see what habits and affections my Soule weares and what belongs to me in respect of duties and severall relations without nay I am still in darknesse if I behold not with the eye of Faith the Sonne of Righteousnesse arising as it were out of the immense Ocean of his Goodnesse and Mercie darting into my Soule the glorious rayes of his Truth and Goodnesse then doth my little World rejoyce and my flesh rejoyces in the living Lord then are all my affections the Birds in my little Grove tuned with his prayse then doth each thought weare a severall Liverie of its Makers prayse put on from the contemplation of his severall workes then are all the false splendors of Vanitie obscured the mists and fogges of Passion breake up and vanish then doe the flowers of Vertue salute him with that lustre and odour he himselfe bestowed on them some yeelding their sweets at a distance as the tender Vertues of Mercie Compassion Liberalitie others impart not their fragrancie till bruised and crushed as the Vertues of Patience and Constancie And now Lord my imprison'd Soule beholds thy beames through the chinks as it were of thy Creatures but a full vision of thy presence is reserved for the state of Glory Let my mind so feed on thy Workes that they be disgested into thy prayse and let me looke out so constantly through these Cranies at the rayes of thy Goodnesse Wisdome and Power that at last my spark may be swallowed up in the immensitie of thy light Evening Thoughts HEavens sable Curtaines being dtawn Darknesse makes all things alike the feather'd Musicians of the Wood repose their aeriall spirits amidst the leavie Groves a silent horror seemes to possesse all places while those Silver-footed Nymphs that by so many windings arrive at the watrie armes of Neptune send forth their pleasant murmures louder not drowned with greater noyse if the Sunne hath set in a Cloud it hath presaged stormes to the ensuing day I finde a resemblance in my lesser World of Nights Liverie when I winke the World into Darknesse by which all beauties lose their distinctions all lye lovingly together in the bosome of sleepe and agree in their obedience to these soft injunctions and delightfull commands of Nature Here the Miser is pleasantly robd of his store and the miserable man of his sense of being poore The ambitious man leaves to court Greatnesse and is content with the ordinarie favours of Morpheus the Lover layes aside the sweet tortures of his Amours and solaces himselfe only in the duskie imbraces of sleepe the Souldier in making his passage to the gates of vocall Fame ceases to invite Death and is here content with its image Now doe our senses which are the Birds that make the Musick in mans little Grove shrowd themselves under the downie wings of sleepe Thus doth Death equalize all things onely for a longer time in its habitations a quiet horror seems to dwell where all lye lovingly in the bosome of their Mother Earth silently crept under the soft Coverings of Ashes where our divided parts revell in their loosened motions which had before beene crowded together in our sickly composures I lye merrily down in my Bed though I expect to rise againe to resume the burthen of all my feares hopes and