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	soul_n	world_n	1,708	5	4.6899	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A32323	Passion and discretion, in youth and age ...	Calver, Edward, fl. 1649.	1641 (1641)	Wing C316; ESTC R22499	54,467	122

hungry expectations mock'd Is there no rest no pitty peace nor love For thee on earth nor comming from above So deepely moved nothing but complaine Can not the hand which did create sustaine Deare selfe surcease recall thy selfe forbeare The danger sure is lesser then the feare Thy life is no such Tragedy of woe As thou conceiv'st thou dost but thinke it so T is true t is hard I know to humane nature To yeeld subjection to a fellow creature That the same mould same workmanship and all Should downe unto the selfe-same creature fall But be content t is not thy imperfection In forme or substance binds thee to subjection But onely he that formed all doth say Let some men rule and othersome obey Distemper'd or more stuborne selfe by much Then yeeld subjection stoup and doe not grutch To man thus stouping thou must understand Thou honourst God obeying his command And so preserv'st thy Soveraigne title still Subject to nothing but thy Makers will Whose will thou wilt not nay thou canst not shun What he doth will must readily be done Then sith his will should willingnesse beget Obey his will that bindes thee to submit What though the man thou stoup'st unto be vaine Or one that doth requite thee with disdaine Or one that shuns thee as he walkes the streete As if thou shouldst infect him when you meete Or one that takes thee for a varmine which Doth live upon the substance of the rich And thereupon in safeguard of his store Doth keepe a dogge to keepe thee from his doore Yet if he hath a place above assign'd Thou must obey because t is so injoyn'd Though he be bad thou must thy good expresse His vices must not make thy vertues lesse Besides if all mens portions here were great If all men were made equall in estate Why then there would no government be had All would be Masters all the world run mad But God on some doth very much bestow Againe he placeth other some as low That from respect to each mans places due May both command and servitude insue Deare selfe then cease thy sorrows in this kind Although thy body be supprest thy mind Is not subjected but may flye a pitch Above the highest checking of the rich Then if thy mind the Image of thy soule Be not subjected to the worlds controule But freely towring on her unclipt wings May take her pleasure on the better things What cause hast thou then to complaine of cords When thy estate such liberty affords The matchlesse freedomes of the mind are more Than all the treasure on the Indian shore Fond selfe then how canst thou complaine of want Canst in this fullnesse thinke thy portion scant Oh! yes say'st thou these are but mentall joyes Or as some count imaginary toyes These have no substance these are but deceit Or empty ayrie notions of no weight These are no kernels these are but a shell And t is not words can empty stomackes fill Or hast thou food it must be of the worst And ere thou hast it thou must earne it first Thou must consume thy body into sweate Before thou canst refresh the same with meate Which being fed t is but as fed in vaine To make it fit to be consum'd againe Or as the Galley slave is with the Turke Thou dost but eate to make thee strong to worke But mine owne selfe beware of sense bred harmes These are most subtle most deluding charmes Thy Soule I tell thee is the better part Though sense would have thee most prefer thy heart Then having soule-insuing food the best Repine not Nor despaire thou of the rest Thou and thy Children shall have food to eate He that hath given you mouthes will give you meate He hath a store house where much fullnesse lyes Of his hid treasure hiden from thine eyes Nay he can turne the very stones to bread The silly Ravens that call on him are fed Then trust on him his Promise is his Deed He will not faile thee calling at thy need Nor canst thou be more ready to declare Thy wants in calling then he is to heare What though the rich have all things at desire Are fed with dainties clad in rich attire And take their pleasure sith the truth informes They are but fed or pamper'd for the wormes They which perhaps impatient of delay Doe call to their Creator for such prey Then though their cates be rare or doe excell If thou hast that suffice thee t is as well Their rarest dainties can but hunger stay And so thy meane and plainest dyet may Or have they vertue to keepe health in store I dare presume thy homely feed hath more That all the oddes is onely in the taste Which is but as a needlesse sawce in waste And what although thy outward weed be plaine Or simple such as some men doe disdaine Yet by it if the cold may be defended It doth the good for which it was intended Then having that thou hast to serve thy need Forefathers were contented with a weed And did as much excesse hereof deride As now in the excesse hereof is pride Or why shouldst at thy working state repine When t is the state that God doth all injoyne When man would needs the fruite forbidden eate God ty'd him straight to labour for his meate Then worke it is the will of thy Creator Besides it makes thee eate and sleepe the better It preserves health subdues the rebell sense And gives much scoope unto intelligence Deceived selfe repine not then at all Thy poverty was purchas'd by thy fall And he on whom was most of all bestowne Deserves as poore a portion as thine owne And if that he which here possesseth most Disdaines thee or with insulations boast Tell him the Fatall wheele doth turne amaine Which drew him up to throw him downe againe And in the end when thou thy race hast run And art to give account what thou hast done The lesse thy portion or thy part hath beene The lesse no doubt will thy account be then Which is a comfort and will then appeare A greater comfort than t is counted here Then in the meane time why should'st thou be sad Because that men account thy fortunes bad Thy treasures are the vertues of the minde In which the world or worldly men are blind The poore man pious is to God as deare As men most wealthy or advanced here And though the poore suffers here a while Those frownes ere long will vanish with a smile For howsoever man may shew despight Both God and Law doe favour men upright And he that hath all favours in his store What fitter object for him than the poore Passion in Honour ARe men made Gods or by the Gods made men If Gods why are we not ascending then Why lye we chain'd or pudl'd in the mire When either gods or men we may aspire Up then my thoughts from earthly toyes remove Betake you to your wings there 's prize