Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	call_v	court_n	judge_n	1,450	5	7.1812	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A60900	The triumphs of the holy Jesus, or, A divine poem of the birth, life, death, and resurrection of our Saviour by J. Salter ...	Salter, James, 1650-1718?	1692 (1692)	Wing S467; ESTC R32127	14,502	34

Her Summons and dread Messages are born By winged Lightning or the rapid Storm About her fierce tremendous Thunders sound Such as the Mountains shake and rend the ground When she but frowns Rocks into water rowl Woods tremble and wild Beasts affrighted howl Two stony Tables spread before her lay On which her Bosome lean'd more hard than they There written was the Score of Mans Account To what his Duties and his Debts amount But when the Summ was read what heart so great That did not faint and horribly retreat Witness the oft repeated Claps which roar'd A top of Sinai when came down the Lord And from his Mouth the Law in tumults pour'd When Israel betook themselves to flight Blinded with seeing so Divine a sight Nor cou'd They hear O 't was a killing noise 'T was more than Thunder 't was the Almighty's Voice Justice then bowed and with Majestick sway Silen'd the Heavenly Senate to hear her Cry Dread Lord of Spirits and all ye splendid Quire Cherubs and Seraphs Ministers of Fire Wise was your Counsel which did so devise That Man shou'd live so distant from the Skies Man of the lower World the Curse and Cross A lump of Vice a worthless naughty Dross How swells this Clod how oft with desperate Pride Hath he confronted and your Thrones defi'd So oft I cannot hold did I not speak The Pavement of your Court complaints would make These precious Stones would into Clamours break His Soul 's your Image trait'rous 't was ye Powers To stain that Face which was the Impress of yours How basely did they look how fill'd with shame When God into the blushing Garden came How suddenly did their new knowledge fade When from his Voice they fled into the shade Though then bereft of sight His fight they fear'd Their guilt more to their Eyes than he appear'd Alass how cou'd such monstrous Crimes behold So pure a Being How cou'd they unfold Their Eye-lids in the Presence they who gave Themselves to Hell scorn'd Life and chose the Grave Slaves made to Satan he the worst of Slaves Who in an endless Chain of Burnings raves Vain subterfuge to think that Grots and Trees Can hide from him who hearts and all things sees They fell and where then cou'd they find defence At once from Wisdom and from Innocence These Parents thus by admiring the fair Fruit Which did with Lust not with their Duty suit And trusting to the Covert of dark Groves VVhere they repeated their polluted Loves Seem'd to be fatal Prophets and foreshew That their Posterity the same wou'd do As since they have done erected Gods of wood VVhich Crown'd with Lawrels have in Temples stood And fed by Fathers with their Childrens Blood Those sparkling Shrines that shine with Golden store VVhich Aegypt now as Mirrours doth behold Are but as Dens where Idol Serpents creep Under whose Forms Satan his Seat doth keep The Ibis Rat the Crocodile the Fly Such are their Gods such Gods they still obey Neither do other Nations more dissent Than this from Adam's Folly but are bent As much as he ' gainst Heaven to Rebel And for less than an Apple conspire with Hell The Sun the Moon the Stars the Winds the Seas The Air the Clouds are fancied Deities And worse than these Man and of all mankind The worst are worship'd and for Gods enshrin'd Jove Bacchus Mercury and least Delights Shou'd not attend their Ceremonial Rights Juno and Venus who alive were said Spots of their Sex now Goddesses are made Satan himself because he 's understood Worse than the worst of Men is thought a God All that he speaks though all he speaks are Lyes Thought Oracles to him they Sacrifice 'T is he who wounded All they think abounds With Skill and Balsome to heal all their Wounds From him although 't was he first struck 'em blind They dream they all Illuminations find Banisht from Earth I here to Heaven appeal How can I not yours and my Wrongs bewail Innumerable wrongs whose vast Account Stars of all Climes Sands of all Seas surmount Ye God and Angels see how Justice falls Vengeance too long defer'd for Vengeance calls Were not the Heavens in whose Courts I sue Pure as they were created first by you The Judge to whom I speak and urge these Crimes Not to be bribed or sway'd by partial Aims The Cause Transgression a Rebellious breach Justice the Plantiff who doth Man impeach Angels the Jury before whom he 's try'd The Saints my Witnesses and on my side Then might my Supplication be denied And he continue wicked and secure And might escape or Tryal might endure The Judge might pity and be over-sway'd His sin excused or Punishment delay'd What Advocate will now his Cause assume When I accuse there 's for Defence no Room Unhappy Mortal if he knew his Lot But more unhappy ' cause he knows it not How miserably wou'd Earth be over-grown With Thorns and Thistles vainly till'd and sown Did not your Clouds their Fatness down distil Upon her Furrows and her Valleys fill Did you not too much condescend and bow Your easie Ears to th' Plowmans selfish Vow Long might he wait till Anguish fill his Heart Whilst he goes sighing with an empty Cart And his Fields nought but thievish Cares impart The Sea enraged with boiling Billows roars Scurges and Buffets the infested shoars Yet dare Mans floating Woods with swelling Pride Defie the Storms and Liquid Mountains ride How often have I seen th'audacious Pine Tost on a boisterous Surge with foamy Brine Quench the Moons Lamp and dash the starry Plain Her towring Masts near Heavens Mansions soar Then in a trice down to the infernal Door And yet her Passengers from Vengeance fly Though whence it Springs and where inflicted nigh Did not your sandy Girdle the Ocean bind Oft wou'd it drown th' Earth and Curst mankind The Air wou'd flow with noisome steems of Death Did not your Spirit medicinal Fannings breath Fountains and Rivers with an eager Course Wou'd to the Ocean all their Floods imburse Did you not lead them wandring from their way And make them on the flow'ry Meadows play Was not base Man than Beasts more wild more fierce More hard than Rocks if Reason did not pierce His savage Mind yet Sense might him reprove And unto Shame if not Repentance move To see all things except himself obey And Senseless things to have more Sense than he The ended and Heavens Hierarchies swell With pious Rage and sin-abhorring Zeal Like a great Army when the Enemies near Waken'd at once by Valour and brave Fear To Arms to Arms they Cry the Word the Word And each or shakes his Spear or draws his Sword God himself hastens to his Magazine Girds him with Thunder and grasps fighting keen The Stars to fight were in their Courses set Snow Hail and Vapours in Battalia met So mighty was the Alarm Justice rais'd Justice that must be paid or be appeas'd But as the Sun the darker in the