Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	father_n	ghost_n	holy_a	5,369	5	5.6194	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02597	King Iames his encomium· Or A poeme, in memorie and commendation of the high and mightie monarch Iames; King of great Britaine. France, and Ireland &c. our late soveraigne, who deceased at Theobalds. vpon Sunday the 27. of March. 1625. By Francis Hamiltoun, of Silvertown-hill	Hamilton, Francis, of Silvertown-hill.	1626 (1626)	STC 12726; ESTC S105969	15,621	34

Swords three Scepters and a triple Crowne Shall hee so much was praised whilst hee lived For vertue loved and who so much was grieved At vyces of this age now beeing gone Bequeath his vertues to oblivion No since both rich and poore so well were pleased His memorie must needs bee eternized My Muse must praise such vertues as did dwell Within his Soule which made him so excell Which wee must imitate and alwayes strive Wisely to vse our Talents whilst wee live By his example who defunct doth rest In Heaven with him in whom he put his trust The vertues of the living men should praise That more and more wee may true vertue raise Till like the graine of mustard-seed it grow And all the World aboundantly ore-flow True vertues praise I heartlie doe intend Till that my breath and mortall life shall end And so much more to praise it shall bee bent As I doe finde it true and eminent Your L. loving Friend to bee commanded in all Christian dueties Fr. Hamiltoun To the right magnanimous and worthie Lord IAMES Marquesse of Hamiltoun c SON HEroicke Hamlton FRANCK to thee affoordeth With heartlie Love the praise of IAMES his worth Our King defunct and since my soule concordeth With CHARLES his vertuous valoure I send forth My hearts desire in prayer to my God That hee our Soveraigne CHARLES may still defend In Christs Religion so that his abode May in beginning in the midst and end Bee alwayes and for ever with our Lord And Saviour ioynd by holy inspiration Of Gods good spirit so that hee not debord From the right way which hath to Heaven relation But that in him his grace aboundantlie With the right vse and incresse hee supplie Your L. loving friend and kinsman to honour and serve your L. Fr. Hamiltoun To the right magnanimous and worthie Lord Sir George Hay of Kilfawnes Knight Lord Chancelour of Scotland HEroicke HAY I know nothing so strong As bands of Loue which vertue hath conbind And if I should not vertue praise I wrong My selfe more than I wrong true vertues friend That I may neither wrong I doe intend To praise and love the vertuous dead or living King IAMES and CHARLES our King I must commend King IAMES in Heaven King CHARLES for it striving Magnanimous Lord even you and I and all Must strive for Heaven and whilst wee breath must fight Gainst sinne and Satan least wee catch a fall From Heaven to Hell and so may lose our right Christs coloures now are flying in the field And woe to such as shall to Satan yeeld Your L. loving friend to honour and serve your L. Fr. Hamiltoun KING IAMES his Encomium FRom Earth to Heauen our Soveraigne Iames departs Ravish'd to Ioy who ravished the hearts Of mortall men by vertue and is gone From death to life that such may follow on By his example to our Soveraigne Lord Of Heauen and Earth who mercie doeth afford To Penitents who of their sinnes thinke shame Baptised and belieuing in the Name Of God the Father Sonne and holy Ghost Of whom not one for ever shall be lost Should not our heauenly Soveraigne Saviour Who sent vs such a King in blessed houre As Lanterne light to lead vs and to leaue His Sonne a burning Lampe by him to giue All Christians cause of Courage which are true ' gainst Athests Papists Machiavellian crue Should he not praised be aye more and more Calling our King to his Eternall store Of heauenly glorie perfect Ioy and Love Making him raigne for aye with him above Hath left vs yet a Lawfull Loyall King Such one as from his Royall Loines did spring Whill as we doe reduce to meditation How none was like King Iames in any Nation In all his time nor any knowne to bee So learn'd Religious wise a King as hee Whose Grace was graue whose words were wise and few Whose lookes were louelie mercifull and true Whose visage sage heart humble meeke of mind Bountie and vertues beautie there combin'd Whose body Chaste with cheerfull Countenance Whose blessed breast wise counsells did dispence By trusty tongue of honoured head inditing What well became a Royall pen in writing Whose potent Poems wing'd with puissant speed From a coelestiall temper did proceed Writing of warres or of a civill Storie Affected truth despised mortall glorie Parent of Peace of potent Poets Prince Religious Royall and Renown'd defence Of faithfull Christians gainst the Romish Whoore In thought word deed like Campe or Castle sure Could all the world such Phoenix King affoord Such Royall Loyall Learn'd Religious Lord No Nor should I degener from my kind And so refraine to praise a vertuous mind Heroicke Hampton prais'd a forraine King For loue of Vertue which in him did spring Mis-construed and rewarded with a cuffe Was made to change his soyle for 's counter-buffe And worthy Wallas was content to part For loue of King and Countrey from his heart Shall I deduce my pedegree from such And not befriend true vertue even as much In the defunct or living however it goe By grace of God it was is shall be so That I true vertue praise extoll and loue In thought word deed which comes from heaven aboue According to my power and skill till death My will shall be as fervent whilst I breath And what 's nor to my power nor skill permit My God of mercie will dispense with it And by his grace of loue he giveth me In and through Christ my will he 'ill rectifie Which sinfull nature alwayes would pervert Wer 't not my God by grace reformes mine heart I passe not what some perverse people say Nor mumbling Momus shall my pen affray Nor who so lust to jeast to mock or scorne me Or seeke by fraud or falshood to forlorne me By poyson or by powder-plotted-treason Or fairded faire pretences bent gainst reason I tell them all That Christ my Lord and Master Can well avenge his little ones disastre And that it better were for them to bee Bound to a Mill-stone and cast in the sea Then to injure or doe malicious-wrong Vnto the least which doe to Christ belong Except they doe repent amend and find Faith true repentance loue and zealous mind O if Christs litle ones were knowne to bee By worldlings as the aple of his eye Durst they injure molest wrong or offend The least of those that on the Lord depend All is not gold that glisters nor all good Which masked is with goods Similitude Behold the end so may you learne to know How good it is to walke in God his law Could any King since yet the world began Haue sayd as blessed IAMES who in Britaine Rang In true Religion fiftie yeeres and eight A crowned King a Magazine well fraught Sent from the Heauen to propagate true peace All where through his Dominions but release The holie Spirit his Comforter did stand Guarding his Soule with his almightie hand And now when Sinne and Satan made assault The