Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	cold_a	hot_a	moist_a	1,558	5	9.6254	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10266	Iob militant with meditations diuine and morall. By Fra. Quarles.	Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.	1624 (1624)	STC 20550; ESTC S115485	49,906	118

conclusion must Auow thee blamelesse and thy God vniust Thy lawlesse words implying that it can Aduantage none to liue an vpright man My tongue shall schoole thee and thy friends that would Perchance refell'd thy reasons if they could Behold thy glorious Makers greatnesse see The power of his hand say then Can He Be damag'd by thy sinne or can He raise Aduantage by th'vprightnesse of thy wayes True th' afflicted languish oft in griefe And roare to Heauen vnanswer'd for reliefe Yet is not Heauen vniust for their fond cry Their sinne bewailes not but their misery Cease then to make him guilty of thy crimes And waite his pleasure that 's not bound to times Nor heares vaine words The sorrowes thou art in Are slight or nothing ballanc'd with thy sin Thy lips accuse thee and thy foolish tongue To right thy selfe hath done th' Almighty wrong Hold back thine answere Let my flowing streame Find passage to surround my fruitfull Theame I 'le raise my thoughts to plead my Makers case And speake as shall befit so high a place Behold th' Almighty's Meeke as well as Strong Destroyes the Wicked rights the Iust mans wrong Mounts him to honour If by chance he stray Instructs and showes him where he lost his way If he returne his blessings shall encrease Crowning his ioyes with plenty and sweet peace If not th'intailed sword shall ne'r depart His stained house but pierce his hardned heart Ah sinfull Iob these plagues had neuer bin Had'st thou been guiltlesse as thou boasts from sin But thy proud lips against their Maker plead And draw downe heapes of vengeance on thy head Looke to thy selfe seeke not to vnderstand The secret causes of th' Eternals hand Let wisedome make the best of misery Know who inflicts it aske no reason why His will 's beyond thy reach and his Diuine And sacred knowledge farre surpasseth thine Ah! rather praise him in his workes that lye Wide open to the world before thine eye His meaner Acts our highest thought o'retops He pricks the Clouds stils downe the raine by drops Who comprehends the Lightning or the Thunder Who sees who heares them vnamaz'd with wonder My troubled heart chils in my quiuering brest To rellish these things and is dispossest Of all her powers Who euer heard the voyce Of th' angry heauens vnfrighted at the noyse The beast by nature daz'd with sudden dread Seekes out for couert to secure his head If God command the dusky clouds march forth Into a Tempest From the freezing North He beckens Frost and Snow and from the South He bloweth Whirlewinds with his angry Mouth Presumptuous Iob if thou canst not aspire So high to comprehend these things admire Know'st thou the progresse of the rambling Clouds From mortall eyes when gloomy darknesse shrouds The Lamps of heauen know'st thou the reason why Can'st thou vnriddle heauens Philosophy Know'st thou th'vnconstant nature of the Wether Or whence so many Winds proceed and whither Wer 't thou made priuie or a stander-by When God stretch't forth his spangled Canopy Submit thy selfe and let these secrets teach How farre his Myst'ries doe surmount thy reach For Hee 's Almighty and his sacred will Is iust nor renders an vnearned ill His workes are obiects for no soaring eyes But wheresoe're he looks he findes none wise Meditatio septimadecima THe World 's an Index to Eternity And giues a glance of what our cleerer Eye In time shall see at large nothing's so slight Which in its nature sends not forth some light Or Memorandum of his Makers Glory No Dust so vile but pens an ample story Of the Almighties power nor is there that Which giues not man iust cause to wonder at Cast downe thine eyes behold the pregnant Earth Her selfe but one produceth at one birth A world of diuers natures From a seed Entirely one things hot and cold proceed She suckles with one milke things moyst and dry Yet in her wombe is no repugnancy Or shall thy Reason ramble vp so high To view the Court of wilde Astronomie Behold the Planets round about thine eares Whirling like fire-balles in their restlesse Spheares At one selfe-instant moouing seuerall wayes Still measuring out our short and shorter dayes Behold the parts whereon the World consists Are limited in their appoynted lists Without rebellion vnapt to varie Though being many diuers and contrary Looke where we lift aboue beneath or vnder Our eyes shall see to learne and learne to wonder Their depth shall drowne our iudgements and their height Besides his wits shall driue the prime conceit Shall then our daring mindes presume t' aspire To heauens hid Myst'ries shall our thoughts inquire Into the depth of secrets vnconfounded When in the showre of Nature they are drowned Fond man be wise striue not aboue thy strength Tempt not thy Barke beyond her Cables length And like Prometheus filch no sacred fire Lest Eagles gripe thee Let thy proud desire Suite with thy fortunes Curious minds that shall Mount vp with Phaeton shall haue Phaetons fall Vnbend thy bow betimes lest thou repent Too late for it will breake or else stand bent I 'le worke at home ne'r crosse the scorching Line In vnknowne lands to seeke a hidden Mine Plaine Bullion pleaseth me I not desire Deare Ingots from th' Elixars piercing fire I 'le spend my paines where best I may be bold To know my selfe wherein I shall behold The world abridg'd and in that world my Maker Beyond which taske I wish no Vndertaker Great God by whom it is what-e're is mine Make me thy Viceroy in this World of thine So cleare mine eyes that I may comprehend My slight Beginning and my sudden End THE ARGVMENT Godquestions Iob and prooues that man Cannot attaine to things so high As diuine secrets since he can Not reach to Natures Iobs reply Sect. 18. FOrth from the bosome of a murm'ring Cloud Heauens great Iehouah did at length vnshrowd His Earths-amazing language Made terrible with Feare and Maiesty equally Challeng'd the Düell he did vndertake His grumbling seruant and him thus bespake Who who art thou that thus dost pry in vaine Into my secrets hoping to attaine With murmuring to things conceal'd from man Say blear-ey'd mortall who art thou that can Thus cleare thy crimes and dar'st with vain applause Make me defendant in thy sinfull cause Loe here I am Engrosse into thy hands The soundest weapons Answere my demands Say Where wer 't thou whē these my hands did lay The Worlds foundation canst thou tell me Say Was Earth not measur'd by this Arme of mine Whose hand did ayde me Was I help't by thine Where wert thou when the Planets first did blaze And in their Spheares sang forth their Makers praise Who is 't that tames the raging of the Seas And swathes them vp in mists when-e're he please Did'st thou diuide the Darknesse from the Light Or know'st thou whence Aurora takes her flight Did'st ere enquire into the Seas Abysse Or