Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	eternal_a	good_a	life_n	4,162	5	5.3241	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18411	Euthymiæ raptus; or The teares of peace with interlocutions. By Geo. Chapman.	Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.	1609 (1609)	STC 4976; ESTC S104931	19,902	46

good life is all Liue well ye Learnd and all men ye enthrall Interl● Alas they are discourag'd in their courses And like surpris'd Forts beaten from their forces Bodies on Rights of Soules did neuer growe With ruder Rage then barbarous Torrents flowe Ouer their sacred Pastures bringing in Weedes and all rapine Temples now begin To suffer second deluge Sinne-drownde Beasts Making their Altars crack and the filde Nests Of vulturous Fowles filling their holy places For wonted Ornaments and Religious graces Pea. The chiefe cause is since they themselues betraie Take their Foes baites for some particular swaie T' inuert their vniuersall and this still Is cause of all ills else their liuing ill Int. Alas that men should striue for others swaie But first to rule themselues And that being waie To all mens Bliss why is it trod by none And why are rules so dully lookt vpon That teach that liuely Rule Pea. O horrid thing T is Custome powres into your common spring Such poyson of Example in things vaine That Reason nor Religion can constraine Mens sights of serious things and th' onely cause That neither humane nor celestiall lawes Drawe man more compasse is his owne slacke bent T' intend no more his proper Regiment Where if your Actiue men or men of action Their Policie Auarice Ambition Faction Would turne to making strong their rule of Passion To search and settle them in Approbation Of what they are and shal be which may be By Reason in despight of Policie And in one true course couch their whole Affaires To one true blisse worth all the spawne of theirs If halfe the idle speech men Passiue spend At sensuall meetings when they recommend Their sanguine Soules in laughters to their Peace Were spent in Counsailes how they might decrease That frantique humour of ridiculous blood Which addes they vainely thinke to their liues flood And so conuerted in true humane mirth To speech what they shall be dissolv'd from Earth In bridling it in flesh with all the scope Of their owne knowledge here and future hope If last of all your Intellectiue men Would mixe the streames of euery iarring Penne. In one calme Current that like land flouds now Make all Zeales bounded Riuers ouer-flowe Firme Truth with question euery howre pursue And yet will have no question all is true Search in that troubled Ocean for a Ford That by it selfe runnes and must beare accord In each mans self by banishing falshood there Wrath lust pride earthy thoughts before elsewhere For as in one man is the world inclosde So to forme one it should be all disposde If all these would concurre to this one end It would aske all their powres and all would spend Life with that reall sweetnesse which they dreame Comes in with obiects that are meere extreame And make them outward pleasures still apply Which neuer can come in but by that key Others aduancements others Fames desiring Thirsting exploring praysing and admiring Like lewd adultererers that their owne wiues scorne And other mens with all their wealth adorne Why in all outraying varyed ioyes and courses That in these errant times tire all mens forces Is this so common wonder of our dayes That in poore foretimes such a fewe could raise So many wealthy Temples and these none All were deuout then all deuotions one And to one end conuerted and when men Giue vp themselues to God all theirs goes then A few well-giuen are worth a world of ill And worlds of Powre not worth one poore good-will And what 's the cause that being but one Truth spreds About the world so manie thousand heads Of false Opinions all self-lov'd as true Onely affection to things more then due One Error kist begetteth infinite How can men finde truth in waies opposite And with what force they must take opposite wayes When all haue opposite obiects Truth displaies One colourd ensigne and the world pursues Ten thousand colours see to iudge who vse Truth in their Arts what light their liues doe giue For wherefore doe they study but to liue See I Eternities streight milke-white waie And One in this life 's crooked vanities straie And shall I thinke he knowes Truth following Error This onely this is the infallible myrror To showe why Ignorants with learn'd men vaunt And why your learn'd men are so ignorant Why euery Youth in one howre will be old In euery knowledge and why Age doth mould Then As in Rules of true Philosophie There must be euer due Analogie Betwixt the Powre that knowes and that is knowne So surely ioynde that they are euer one The vnderstanding part transcending still To that it vnderstands that to his skill All offering to the Soule the Soule to God By which do all things make their Period In his high Powre and make him All in All So to ascend the high-heauen-reaching Skale Of mans true Peace and make his Art entire By calming all his Errors in desire Which must preceede that higher happinesse Proportion still must trauerse her accesse Betwixt his powre and will his Sense and Soule And euermore th'exorbitance controule Of all forms passing through the bodies Powre Till in the soule they rest as in their Towre Int. But as Earths grosse and elementall fire Cannot maintaine it selfe but doth require Fresh matter still to giue it heate and light And when it is enflam'd mounts not vpright But struggles in his lame impure ascent Now this waie works and then is that waie bent Not able straight t' aspire to his true Sphere Where burns the fire eternall and sincere So best soules here with heartiest zeales enflam'd In their high flight for heauen earth-broos'd and lam'd Make many faint approches and are faine VVith much vnworthy matter to sustaine Their holiest fire and with sick feathers driuen And broken Pinions flutter towards heauen Peace The cause is that you neuer will bestowe Your best t' enclose your liues twixt God and you To count the worlds Loue Fame Ioy Honour nothing But life with all your loue to it betrothing To his loue his recomfort his rewarde Since no good thought calls to him but is heard Nor neede you thinke this strange since he is there Present within you euer euery where Where good thoughts are for Good hath no estate Without him nor himself is without That If then this Commerce stand twixt you entire Trie if he either grant not each desire Or so conforme it to his will in staie That you shall finde him there in the delaie As well as th' instant grant And so prooue right How easie his deare yoke is and how light His equall burthen whether this Commerce Twixt God and man be so hard or peruerse In composition as the Raritie Or no-where-patterne of it doth implie Or if in worrhy contemplation It do not tempt beyond comparison Of all things worldly Sensualitie Nothing so easie all Earths Companie Like Rubarb or the drugges of Thessalie Compar'd in taste with that sweet O trie then If

eares will nothing pearse That 's good or elegant but the sword the herse And all that doth abhorre from mans pure vse Is each mans onely Siren only Muse. And thus for one God one fit good they prise These idle foolish vile varieties Int. Wretched estate of men by fortune blest That being euer idle neuer rest That haue goods ere they earne them and for that Want art to vse them To bee wonderd at Is Iustice for Proportion Ornament None of the Graces is so excellent Vile things adorne her me thought once I sawe How by the Seas shore she sat giuing lawe Euen to the streames and fish most loose and wilde And was to my thoughts wondrous sweet and milde Yet fire flew from her that dissolued Rocks Her lookes to Pearle turnd pebble and her locks The rough and sandy bankes to burnisht gould Her white left hand did goulden bridles holde And with her right she wealthy gifts did giue Which with their left hands men did still receiue Vpon a world in her chaste lappe did lye A little Iuory Book that show'd mine eye But one Page onely that one verse containde Where all Arts were contracted and explainde All policies of Princes all their forces Rules for their feares cares dangers pleasures purses All the fayre progresse of their happinesse here Iustice conuerted and composed there All which I thought on when I had exprest Why great men of the great states they possest Enioyd so little and I now must note The large straine of a verse I long since wrote Which me thought much ioy to men poore presented God hath made none that all might be contented Peace It might for the capacitie it beares Be that concealed and expressiue verse That Iustice in her Iuorie Manuell writ Since all Lines to mans Peace are drawne in it For great men though such ample stuffe they haue To shape contentment yet since like a waue It flittes and takes all formes retayning none Not fitted to their patterne which is one They may content themselues God hath not giuen To men meere earthly the true Ioyes of heauen And so their wilde ambitions either stay Or turne their headstrong course the better way For poore men their cares may be richly easde Since rich with all they haue liue as displeasde Int. You teach me to be plaine But what 's the cause That great and rich whose stares winne such applause With such enforc't and vile varieties Spend time nor giue their liues glad sacrifice But when they eate and drinke with tales iests sounds As if like frantique men that feele no wounds They would expire in laughters and so erre From their right way that like a Trauayler Weariest when neerest to his iourneys ende Time best spent euer with most paine they spend Pea. The cause is want of Learning which being right Makes idlenesse a paine and paine delight It makes men knowe that they of all things borne Beneath the siluer Moone and goulden Morne Being onely formes of God should onely fix One forme of life to those formes and not mix With Beasts in formes of their liues It doth teach To giue the soule her Empire and so reach To rule of all the bodies mutinous Realme In which once feared She then takes the Helme And gouernes freely stering to one Port. Then like a man in health the whole consort Of his tun'd body sings which otherwise Is like one full of weiward maladies Still out of tune and like to Spirits raisde Without a Circle neuer is appaisde And then they haue no strength but weakens them No greatnes but doth crush them into streame No libertie but turnes into their snare Their learnings then do light them but to erre Their ornaments are burthens their delights Are mercinarie seruile Parasites Betraying laughing Feends that raisde in feares At parting shake their Roofes about their eares Th' imprison'd thirst the fortunes of the Free The Free of Rich Rich of Nobilitie Nobilitie of Kings and Kings Gods thrones Euen to their lightning flames and thunder-stones O liberall Learning that well vsde giues vse To all things good how bad is thy abuse When onely thy diuine reflection can Th●● lights but to thy loue make good a man How can the regular Body of thy light Informe and decke him the Ills infinite That like beheaded Hydra's in that Fen Of bloud and flesh in lewd illiterate men Aunswere their amputations with supplyes That twist their heads and euer double rise Herculean Learning conquers And O see How many and of what fowle formes they be Vnquiet wicked thoughts vnnumbred passions Poorenesse of Counsailes howrely fluctuations In entercourse of woes and false delights Impotent wils to goodnesse Appetites That neuer will bee bridl'd satisfied Nor knowe how or with what to be supplyed Feares and distractions mixt with greedinesse Stupidities of those things ye possesse Furies for what ye lose wrongs done for nonce For present past and future things at once Cares vast and endlesse miseries wolne with pride Vertues despisde and vices glorified All these true Learning calmes and can subdue But who turnes learning this way All pursue Warre with each other that exasperates these For things without whose ends are inward peace And yet those inward Rebels they maintaine And as your curious sort of Passiue men Thrust their heads through the Roofs of Rich Poore Through all their liues and fortunes and explore Forraigne and home-affayres their Princes Courts Their Counsaile and Bedchambers for reports And like free-booters wander out to win Matter to feede their mutinous Route within Which are the greedier still and ouershoote Their true-sought inward Peace for outward boote So Learned men in controuersies spend Of tongues and tearmes readings and labours pend Their whole liues studies Glorie Riches Place In full crie with the vulgare giuing Chace And neuer with their learnings true vse striue To bridle strifes within them and to liue Like men of Peace whome Art of Peace begat But as their deedes are most adulterate And showe them false Sons to their Peacefull Mother In those warres so their Arts are prov'd no other And let the best of them a search impose Vpon his Art for all the things shee knowes All being referd to all to her vnknowne They will obtaine the same proportion That doth a little brooke that neuer ran Through Summers Sunne compar'd with th' Ocean But could he Oracles speake and wright to charme A wilde of Sauadges take Natures Arme And plucke into his search the Circuit Of Earth and Heauen the Seas space and the spirit Of euerie Starre the Powers of Herbs and Stones Yet touch not at his perturbations Nor giue them Rule and temper to obay Imperiall Reason in whose Soueraigne sway Learning is wholly vs'd and dignified To what end serues he is his learning tryed That comforting and that creating Fire That fashions men or that which doth inspire Citties with ciuile conflagrations Countries and kingdomes That Art that attones All opposition to