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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	effect_n	love_n	love_v	3,170	5	7.1590	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A55479	Mundorum explicatio, or, The explanation of an hieroglyphical figure wherein are couched the mysteries of the external, internal, and eternal worlds, shewing the true progress of a soul from the court of Babylon to the city of Jerusalem, from the Adamical fallen state to the regenerate and angelical : being a sacred poems / written by S.P., Armig.	Pordage, Samuel, 1633-1691?; Pordage, John, 1607-1681.	1661 (1661)	Wing P2974; ESTC R19164	225,779	377

did this mighty Kingdom colonize Because we would be free here we Command Are Kings there servants did obedient stand We are grown mighty and our powers we 'l try To make all World's bow to our Majesty Our fires Love's Waters shall consume we 'l see Who shall be greatest either I or he A World betwixt us not long since was made Wrath's essence there as well as Love's was shed Ours made Rocks stones flints Mines of Iron and Lead His Rivers Trees Ayr Gold and Silver bred In ordering them there was an higher hand Which to conjunction did them both Command And strange such opposites should mixed be In every thing in equal Harmony But that Usurper got the upper ground And under his our Essence strictly bound So that he Lord was ours a slave and thus He thought for aye to Lord it over us O how I raged O how the fire flew From my bright eyes how I shook Hell you knew Full well But yet no way there was that I For to release our essence could espy I a sworn Foe to Harmony did gret At Heart to see our essence bound and fret Did to behold my mortal Foe to sport Himself on Earth and call it his own Court. Making a Paradise of it whilst there I for to set a foot did scarcely dare O how I long'd for a confusion and To have my Essence like to his Command To vex me more and to encrease his blisse He made a Man for to enjoy all this By what I thought would hurt me most of all Gained I have the Rule of Earth's fair Ball No way our Essence to release was left But by the fall of Man alwayes to sift I then began In Paradise there stood A Tree was partly evil partly good This was to Man prohibited Love knew If he should eat thereof what would ensue For by that meanes alone our Essence might Released be Loves Essence put to flight I then bestir'd my self and by my guiles Made them to eat thereof who poor exiles Do now repent their fact their Joy and Blisse And every thing on earth subverted is Our essence now doth ev'ry where appear And like it self begins to domineer Now we 'l command the Earth Love's essence scoff For I intend you shall be Lords thereof Are not we mighty now who like to us Hah who can match us when we can do thus Our Foe who thought in Earth to captivate Us prison'd is thus alter'd is our state But let us now provide for th' Future Gain We may a Kingdom better than maintain It being got Our Foe hath footing there Still who will strive for to regain his share And beat us back again the which he can Ne'r do but by redeeming fallen Man About him all our strife will be for Love Still loves this Man all Creatures else above For him I know his Forces he 'l engage Therefore the World must be the fighting stage For our two Powers He 'd not let us have one Would Man obey him or with him Conjoyn But wee 'l deal well enough his Paradise Now cann't be seen wee 'l set before Man's eyes The Earth's vain pleasures which shall captivate Him to us rob him of his future state For present Pleasures far more pleasing are Than those hereafter promis'd few know where Wee 'l have a thousand wayes experience Shall make you masters in our Arts Commence For to beguile poor Man wee 'l do it tho We nothing gain by it to rob our Foe Of his delights But Man is mighty great Without him our Kingdom cann't be compleat Which is exceeding vast you know it wants To fill each corner such inhabitants Who most men gain shall I with Love do vie Nor can he Man's Soul Correct more than I. He without Man cannot his Wonders show Nor I without him what my power can do Therefore when one you gain'd have to your lore He 'l sooner gain to you a thousand more But all of you mark this No Soul doth come In flesh no Babe springs from its Mothers womb But that my Foe a little spark doth place The which he calls his Image or his Grace Within the Centre of its Soul This then You must endeavour to root out of Men And in its place place mine for that once gon He 's perfect with us and is sure our own But if extinguish it you cann't I say Smother't with the World's pleasures what you may And be you sure it ne'r begins to glow For if it does the better gains our Foe I know you will be circumspect therefore To such free Agents need I say no more But go and do your work maintain our might Within the World against Love's power fight My ayd you shall not want Go mighty Prince Lord of the ayr with all your Forces hence March to the lower Orb Do thou abide I' th' Airy Regions over storms preside Tempests and blust'ring Winds Do thou direct Some naughty influence from bad aspect To new-born Infants with blasts mildews blites Afflict the Earth and spoil her best delights Mighty Baalzebub follow him and be Thou Lord of discord plagues discordancy Man Beast and Earth falls under thy large Lot Do thou Men disunite send murrain rot Am●ng the Beasts send Locusts vermine and Do what thou canst for to a●flict the Land Great Belial with thousand Legions wend Thou next into the Earth thy Forces bend To make of no effect Love's goodnesse seek Holy Idea's in Man's mind to break Disturb his intellect Chymera's vain Strange untrue fancies cause thou in his brain Next Pit●on go with thy innumerable Legions of Daemons be throu strong and able For to pervert the Truth infatuate Man's understanding Cause him Truth to hare Potent Samaeliel Sa●●an Enemy To Love and goodnesse thou thy Forces try Justice for to pervert Wrath Terror Ire Disperse th'row out the World set all on fire And bring confusion if thou canst For us Do thou destroy all things Asmodeus Thou fiery Spirit raise such to the seat Of greatnesse who Lov●'s Forces may defeat With Pride and Cruelty indue them Hie Thou next with thy Troops bitter Meriri Seek thou to hinder Man's perfection Disturb his happinesse and union With our Foe Love and let thy Pride expresse Thy high and mighty Forces statelinesse Next march swift Asteroth to men of Parts Make known our secrets Sciences and Arts Let 't be thy work continually to fill Their busie brains with our delighting skill Ten thousand Legions I assign to thee Abaddon Spirit of Impiety Take thou away all comfort sicknesse death Destruction cause to all that are beneath Thy power Mammon tho the last nor least For thy power reach shall from the West to East See that that thou all dost cause the world to love Preside o're riches and all things that move Below the Moons sphear tie the world to Man And they cann't mount unto Loves Kingdom then● Under your banners march may those mixt sp'rits

stay Tiburtius 't is not thou canst keep Food from these Martyrs Christ will feed his sheep And tho ten thousand Iron barrs behem He in the foulest hole will feast with them A sacred Angel now Hel's Rage withstands And notwithstanding his severe Commands Brings ev'ry day food to these close shut up With which they bountifully dine and sup In vain Tiburtius every day enquires Which of the constant brothers first expires In vain he waits and still in vain he may To hear the cruel cut-throat keepers say That they were starv'd to death He waites in vain Raging therefore he now will have them slain This cruel Monster and right Stygian Heir Doth now a walk of burning Coales prepare And cruel forces these two Saints to stalk With naked feet upon this fiery walk The glowing Coales charg'd by the Angel so Kisse their sweet feet unhurt as they do go Fast locking up their burning quality As splendant Gemms under their feet do lye But all this will not serve their turns for now Unto IOVES Image they are bid to bow Instead of Iove to Iesus strait they cry When one of his blest Chore doth thither flye Touching the Idol with his sacred hand Prodigiously converts the same to sand The brasse resolv'd to dust falls on the ground Whilst Heathen Iesu's blessed Name re●ound Such were the acts of holy Angels then Frequent tho now so seldom seen by men And what 's the reason that these Sons of Light Seem as it were now to eschew our sight Why don't they now appear as they were wont To do in former ages and why don't They shew their kind familiarity But hide themselves in vail'd obscurity Some think the sins of Men the cause and sure Angels love to converse with none but pure Men like themselves and though this may not be The only Cause of their obscurity Unto our outer eye yet sure I am Man's inner converse hinder'd by the same Is for while Men lye plunged in the mire Of sinn they cann't behold these sparks of fire Others suppose the Church confirmed now Has no such need as heretofore for to Be strengthened therefore Angels don't appear And therefore miracles now ceased are Others do think and sure their reason 's good Since God himself put on our flesh and Blood And since that Iesu's blest Humanity For ay inthroned is in Heav'n on high That Mortals should Spiritualized be And him by Faith in Truth and Spirit see For the Internal World 's now open'd are And Spiritual Treasures more then e'r they were So that Man now converse with Angels may In a more Spiritual and nearer way For Angels tho they don't appear do Love Men as they did and round him daily move For to defend him from all hurt and Harm With Magic vigour of their powerful arm They willing are still to converse with Men Who lay aside the letting Vailes of Sin But what 's the reason seeing Spirits have Such power here that th' Ill do not bereave Man of his Life and with their shapes affright Him from his Reason Wits and Sences quite Why don't they haunt Man with continual terror And shew themselves in t●eir dread shapes of horror Why don't they muster all the Winds and tear The Rocks a●●●nder and the Mountains bear Un●o some City pashing with the stones Both Towers and Walls Houses and Men at once Why don't they move the Raging Seas and make At once a Kingdom or a Land a Lake And sith a power to slaughter men they have Why don't they sweep whole Townes into the grave Beeing they are to mischief alwayes bent Why make they Man to be their Instrument The Devil Mans subtle and crafty foe Charges his slaves that they th●mselves do show T● none but such whom he'● assured are 〈◊〉 and bound 〈◊〉 his Iron snare For he 's affraid if he should men affright With the black shadows of the dismal Night And should in 's horrid shapes be seen that they Sith Men in fear are then most apt to pray For help to God should through a sence of fear On goodnesse think and from their sins forbear And lest that many who no Hell believe Now he by this meanes should re-undeceive Beside the shame of their foul blot and stain From oft appearing doth them much restrain For they do know Man knows their fall and strait They hang their heads if he the same relate Therefore they 'r much enrag'd if any spy Them will they nil they with an inner eye But chiefly this restrains them Well they know Their ministry and what they are to do Spiritual is and that they need not come In shapes nor Corporeity assume They are to tempt Man unto Sinn and they That very well can do a better way Than to be seen into the fancy presse They do and there suggest all wickednesse Sleeping and waking Night and Day they do Disturb the fancy and the sences too So that they 'l not appear unto the eye Except they think they an advantage spy But why Man's Life they do not take away Nor all the order of the World destroy Is this IEHOVA whose black slaves they be Holds in his Hand their chaines extremity So that like Bandoggs they may bark and grin But cannot hurt unlesse he lose the chain Which loos'd for sinnes correction strait they rome And upon man with rage and fury come Likewise we must not think the Angels idle But that they still their rage and fury bridle Opposing still the rigor of their armes Against the venom of their spells and charmes So that with wisdom and with might they can Avert their plots and stratagems from Man But I suppose did God give Sathan leave He would not Men as most suppose deprive Of Life tho I confesse his furious spight Effect much harm and desolation might For what good would it do for him to Crown At once the whole World with a Martyrdom For what good would it do him to destroy Man for himself by it he 'd more annoy 'T is not this Life of Man he seeks but the Soul's company with him Aeternally Therefore he 'd have Men in prosperity And 's loth to see them in Adversity In eas● and pleasure Men to sin are subject Disease stirs up to a Caelestial object If Sathan should Man's hand so agitate That he should burst in twain the thread of Fate Of any one answer shall he the fact If that his will concurr'd not with the act Then Daemonaicks must be guilty too Of whatsoe'r they in their fits do do Sathan knows well enough what e'r ill in Their minds he puts imputed sha'n't for sin Be unto them unlesse their will they shall Conjoyn thereto This sin we rightly call Therefore he tempts well knowing that he can Not hurt for Man himself must murther Man H●rt from himself doth flow but cunning he Makes Man betray himself to misery But if that any persecute he wou'd His Rage

't is not for fear That he to her such reverence doth bear● From Love 't is his Obedience springs and that The slavish fears of Hell doth terminate Now all things easie are no Seas can stop Nor Mountains those he swims and these climbs up Now in his breast a strong attraction he Feels draw'ng him up to Heav'n continually Now constant ardors burn within his Breast And flames of Love give rest in his unrest● He feels most blest Enthean heats surprize His soul which make 't a living sacrifice A pleasing Tincture th'row his Body flows And like a Flower in Paradise he grows All sorrows now are banish'd down to Hell He nothing doth but Joyes and Raptures feel The Seraphims indite some sacred Song Which they decant by his Hymniferous Tongue And modulating too those heavenly Layes His Harp an Angel by his Fingets playes Under the Covert of the Angels Wings By Love inspir'd aloud this Song he sings Go Gnedian Idols spend your darts On all Luxurious pruriant Hearts A nobler shaft has pierced mine Which flames with Fires more divine You may now shoot but shoot in vain Such ●ha●ts my Heart shoots back again My eyes your Venom cann't receive Heav'n's Queen a Remedy did give Her Beauty dwelleth in my eyes I therefore you and yours despise Fair Ladies all your Beauties spare For in my eyes they sullied are I Styx see in a Hellens Face Now I have seen a Deitesse You Cyprian Lovers now no more Your beautious Images adore Cease now your fond Idolatry Speak no more Lovers blasphemy Fling in the Fire your wanton Layes Which blushes in chast Cheeks do raise Cease your Encomiums your blisse Meer mortal dust and ashes is A wrinckled Baucis all the while The glory wears of your high Style Let fairer Souls a Godesse please Whilst Bacca's joyn with Thyrsites Had you but seen my heav'nly Bride Youl 'd count all beauties dung beside A●d cease to idolize a Face Where white and red 's the chiefest Grace But my blest Bride SOPHIA is Both Queen of Beauty and of Blisse Her Face shines clearer than the Sun In his bright Chariot at Noon Her Crystalline eyes are the glass In which themselves the Angels dress The Beams that cometh from her eyes Give Light to Heav'n and Paradise Her eares the Seats of Judgements are Immortal Fortitude her hair Her Brows of highest Majesty High Wisdom in her mouth doth lye 'T is by her words the Angels Live Her Breath doth Life immortal give The beaming glory in her cheeks With splendor Heav'ns high Pallace strike● A Diadem her brows do tye Of Blisse and Immortality Her sacred breasts the Fountains be Of Joy and true Felicity Amb●osia doth thence proceed The Heav'ly Manna Angels bread Water of Life blest Nectar streams Thence clearer than the Crystal ge●ms In which as thorow Heaven it slips The Angels drench their Rosie Lips Her armes the Angels do enfold Her Hands immortal Blessings hold Upon her knees doth Pity sit And Goodnesse cloaths her Legs and F●●t Her Garments are of Light divine Which brighter than the Sun do shine The blew and starry Carpet's spread For her blest Feet upon to tread Whose blessed touches pur●●ie The Body of the Crystal Sky Such is my Bride and now who dare With my Bride's beauty theirs compare Sacred SOPHIA 't is in thee I place all my Felicity Blest with thy sight all things below Do very much deformed show I cast my eyes to thee above Ah I am even sick of Love Comfort me with thy fruit divine Stay me with Flagons of thy Wine Ah let me banquet now with thee And spread thy Banners over me Thou art the Rose of Shar●n thou A Lily in the Vale doth grow Thou a●t more fair than is the Sun Thy Garments smel of Lebanon My eyes unto thy Face I move Ah I am overcome with Love That Fire of Love which flows about My heart whole Seas cannot put out Not the black fear of dreadful Hell To be obedient doth compel Nor now those torments to eschew Enforces me to follow you It is from thee and not from thence That springeth my obedience 'T is Love of thee not Fear of Hell Which me to serve thee doth compel 'T is not Heav'ns blessed Joys that move Or do intice me to this Love It is not Heav'ns high Crown that draws 'T is Love alone a stronger cause Not Heav'ns high Blessings I regard I Love thee not for a Reward Fling me to Hel and if you will Yet will I Love SOPHIA stil. These flames which kindle in my brea●● Shall never out until I rest Within thy bosom and there be Enclosed to AEternity Thus chaunts SOPHIA'S Lover whilst his 〈◊〉 Is warbling forth this Love-inspired Song● Love agitates with flames his noble breast And spreadeth there a most delicious feast The C●ystal Water turns to blushing Wine There banquets PSYCHE and her Love divine Their meat is M●nn● their Wine Nectar is Their Banquets Love and everlasting Blisse Hell never ' frighted him so fast to Heaven Nor ever had Heav'n such attractions given As Love gives now he every day a year Supposes till he doth inhabit where His blest SOPHIA is Nothing can move Him backward now be'ing drawn by force of Love Forwards he runs and to his Love he pray'th That she would make a tryal of his ●a●th All difficulties past account he does As nothing and as things meer frivolous Not to be counted hard so high's his Zeal His Faith he longs with his Heart-blood to seal And now he thinks he A●●as could remove And nothing ' counts impossible with LOVE Sathan indeed this noble Champion In these Love-furies dares not set upon He stands a loof The Pilgrim hasts a pace To gain the end of this Heav'n ●winning Race He be'ing Heav'n's Favourite and that he may Be even lost and swallow'd in a Sea Of divine Pleasures and ●xcessive Blisse APOCALYPSIS she Commission'd is To ope his Sences with her Crystal Key That he aforehand may in Heaven be By her assistance she perform'd it straight And op'd his inner sences five-fold gate No sooner had APOCALYPSIS bright Fingers unlock'd the Ga●es of 's inner sight But he th' internal World beholds and there Myriads of Angels in their proper Sphear The Light World sees whose chiefest rarities Display themselves before his inner eyes Tempean pleasures co●rt his eyes the Blisse Of Edenean garden● present is All Paradise and whatsoever there Grow'th doth before his inner sight appear The Angels in their glorious Robes of Light Compass'd with splendant Rayes appear in sight And things in Heav'n unutterable he In highest pleasure and content doth see The thick gate of his inner ear un●a●●'d No sooner was but he the voyces heard Of the Angelical Core whose sweeter Layes From dunghill Earth to Heav'n his Soul doth raise Th' harmonious sound of Harps his ears doth fill Proceeding from the blest S●onian Hill Which doth his soul with such sweet pleasure smite