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	effect_n	nature_n	1,689	5	5.4122	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43565	The new Atlantis a poem, in three books : with some reflections upon The hind and the panther.	Heyrick, Thomas, d. 1694.	1687 (1687)	Wing H1754; ESTC R16236	30,058	71

the Times displeas'd And some the want of Agents did molest Some or in Truth or in Appearance good Mislik'd Foundations laid on slippery blood Nor had they quite forgot the due of Gratitude Some Piety some Policy did sway But that on which the greatest stress yet lay Was Caesar's Word and that they must obey But 't was with gnashing Teeth and flaming Eyes When one with jolly Miene and look did rise And speak the Counsel with the Times should hit The late Advice don't with the Juncture fit We in Atlantis ne're by force could gain We 've bravely dar'd indeed but dar'd in vain Our Bulwarks are beat down and what is left Is little more than Policy and shift In vain we to Antiquity do fly No footsteps of Infallibility Or of our Universal Claim there ly We 've brib'd her oft to speak upon our side But when our Gifts and Presents were deny'd With Wracks and Tortures her consent we 've claim'd And by our purging Indices have maim'd Lopp'd and cut off what our Impostures nam'd Our Cobweb Frame of new Divinity Made to uphold our Pageant Hierarchy By dint of Argument is tumbled down That had built upon Smoke its weak Foundation Our Miracles for pleasing Chat make way Our Exorcisms in Laughter spend the Day The Scene is open if we would be wise We with new paint must clothe our Fopperies The World with nauseous Syllogisms is tir'd Major and Minor now no more admir'd Nor have we ought by that dull War acquir'd Wise Heads do know too much and search too deep The looser minds we must in Ignorance keep Since then our Cause we most on Fiction build It must by what it is compos'd be ' upheld By Poetry whose ravishing Art doth tell Not what is true but what is plausible This will young heads with pleasing Notions fill Not thorny Questions but fair Schemes instill And unseen Fetters cast upon the Will. 'T will every temper every Genius suit But most the Ignorant and Dissolute Weak reasons Gorgeous Metaphors array And chiming Verse the Sense will bear away This Counsel rous'd the President who reply'd Th' Advice upon firm Principles rely'd And what might give most hopes 't was yet untry'd But tho' the noblest flights for Poetry Things that even the very Art outvy Do in our heaps of fabulous Legends ly Such is our rigid Fate in vain l 've sought Among our Train to find a Man of Note The Lists are ready nor Rewards we want At hand are all things but the Combatant Th' Adviser reassum'd his Post and cry'd We 've late come over to the Royal side A Proselite whose servile Pen can write For fear reward for mischief or for spite With as much ease can praise and then revile As with the Romans 't was to change the Style His Nature to his Calling laid a Claim As due for Verse from turning hath its Name 'T is true of late fearing th' effects of chance He Horoscop'd about for Maintenance Proffer'd his Venal Pen to serve our Foes To plead the Panthers Cause and ours expose And had they been in their Subscriptions kind He ' had vow'd to write the Panther and the Hind But they with scorn his proffer'd Pains did slite An Act of generous Courage not of Wit Nor 's Mercenary Pen would bribe to write Which once did Cromwell's odious Fame recite A Poet fit for such an Hypocrite He may be useful and we have him sure No matter why he did his Faith abjure Such Proselytes the greatest Bigots be And while their warmth doth last no danger see Strive an assurance of their Zeal to give And former faults by ' obsequiousness retrieve He for our turn is fit by Nature bred He rails at all before him and is fed Hyaena like by tearing up the dead Th' unluckiest Satyrist alive that still Writes his own Character in all that 's ill Of all the World most fit a Vice t' expose That all its Cause Effects and Motions knows Stranger to none can no advantage lose Big with Conceit the empty shape looks great His own dear self obligingly doth treat In melting accents his own praises glide In keen Iambicks all mankind's beside Rewards his Soul in any garb will lap His ductile Soul will put on any shape Vice hath his Patronage and there 's no fear But Hell in time may his Protection share The rather cause the God of Gold is there He courts loud Rumour but lets Truth alone Conscious of Guilt he shuns being justly known And by 's oft changing flyes a Definition Learn'd but in Ill Ingenious but in spite Vertuous from Impotence from Need a Wit Modest when beat in suffering Valiant Honest when forc'd And moderate when in want True but for Interest Civil but for dread Devout for Almes and Loyal but for Bread. The Person pleas'd and so did the Design And soon the Proselite was called in Trembling he stood while thus the President cry'd We various ways for our defence have try'd Our careful Sons their secret Methods take That were not falshood naturally weak So hidden are the Plots and Mines we 've laid We the whole World long since had Captive made All that is left is that with show and paint We hide what doth in real value want The Basis fails the Building tho' 't is fair And high in Clouds its lofty Head doth rear Yet sinks and greater still its Ruines are This be thy Province trick the Mormo fine Rich in appearance tho' there 's nought within That Art thy empty Metaphors dispence The rather cause there is no need of sence But shun a near Inspection prying Eyes And Hereticks are mischievously wise May break the spell and see thro' the disguise Think out a Fable of some Bird or Beast Matter not Reason if it be well drest What tho' the borrow'd Feathers others own Few will detect the cheat few tell when known Aesop did first on the Invention hit Aesop thy like in every thing but Wit. By this time Bavius had compos'd his fear And something thought in his own Praise to ' infer When an unlucky Accident did reign That stop'd his Praise and rais'd his Fear again The utmost Scouts had a strange Monster took Cruel in action and a Fiend in look Drew him by force thro' the amazed throng VVhich with wild outcrys usher'd him along Such shapes before Atlantis ne're array'd Such Pliny ne're or Gezner found or made Nor e're such Schemes in Travellers Brains were laid From every Creature he a portion stole And seemed an Epitome o' th' whole The Pawes o' th' Bear and Fangs o' th' VVolf he wore The Tail o' th' Fox and Bristles of the Boar The Tricks o' th' Ape and Eyes o' th' quaking Hare Still backward cast to see if th' Foe was near A Limb of every Species did he wear And some for Fancy or cold fear will do 't Affirm'd they saw the Devils cloven foot Some thought he was a piece o' th' Chaos