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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	good_a	great_a	sin_n	4,328	5	4.6860	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43379	Occasional verses of Edward Lord Herbert, Baron of Cherbery and Castle-Island deceased in August, 1648.; Poems. Selections	Herbert of Cherbury, Edward Herbert, Baron, 1583-1648.	1665 (1665)	Wing H1508; ESTC R2279	35,027	105

is The sad Non Vltra of Mans Bliss The Back of this most pretious Frame Holds up in Majesty the same Where to make Musick to all Hearts Love bound the descant of her parts Though all this Beauties Temple be There 's known within no Deity Save Vertues shrin'd within her Will As I began so say I still I sing her Worth and Praises Ey Of whom a Poet cannot ly To her Face FAtal Aspect that hast an Influence More powerful far than those Immortal Fires That but incline the Will and move the Sense Which thou alone constrain'st kindling Desires Of such an holy force as more inspires The Soul with Knowledge than Experience Or Revelation can do with all Their borrow'd helps Sacred Astonishment Sits on thy Brow threatning a sudden fall To all those Thoughts that are not lowly sent In wonder and amaze dazling that Eye Which on those Mysteries doth rudely gaze Vow'd only unto Loves Divinity Sure Adam sinn'd not in that spotless Face To her Body REgardful Presence whose fix'd Majesty Darts Admiration on the gazing Look That brings it not State sits inthron'd in thee Divulging forth her Laws in the fair Book Of thy Commandements which none mistook That ever humbly came therein to see Their own unworthiness Oh! how can I Enough admire that Symmetry exprest In new proportions which doth give the Ly To that Arithmetique which hath profest All Numbers to be Hers thy Harmony Comes from the Spheres and there doth prove Strange measures so well grac'd as Majesty It self like thee would rest like thee would move To her Mind EXalted Mind whose Character doth bear The first Idea of Perfection whence Adam's came and stands so how canst appear In words that only tell what here-Tofore hath been thou need'st as deep a sence As prophecy since there 's no difference In telling what thou art and what shall be Then pardon me that Rapture do profess At thy outside that want for what I see Description if here amaz'd I cease Thus Yet grant one Question and no more crav'd under Thy gracious leave How if thou would'st express Thy self to us thou should'st be still a wonder Thus ends my Love but this doth grieve me most That so it ends but that ends too this yet Besides the Wishes hopes and time I lost Troubles my mind awhile that I am set Free worse then deny'd I can neither boast Choice nor success as my Case is nor get Pardon from my self that I loved not A better Mistress or her worse this Debt Only's her due still that she be forgot Ere chang'd lest I love none this done the taint Of soul Inconstancy is clear'd at least In me there only rests but to unpaint Her form in my mind that so dispossest It be a Temple but without a Saint Vpon Combing her Hair BReaking from under that thy cloudy Vail Open and shine yet more shine out more clear Thou glorious golden-beam-darting hair Even till my wonderstrucken Senses fail Shoot out in light and shine those Rays on far Thou much more fair than is the Queen of Love When she doth comb her in her Sphere above And from a Planet turns a Blazing-Star Nay thou art greater too more destiny Depends on thee then on her influence No hair thy fatal hand doth now dispence But to some one a thred of life must be While gracious unto me thou both dost sunder Those Glories which if they united were Might have amazed sense and shew'st each hair Which if alone had been too great a wonder And now spread in their goodly length sh ' appears No Creature which the earth might call her own But rather one that in her gliding down Heav'ns beams did crown to shew us she was theirs And come from thence how can they fear times rage Which in his power else on earth most strange Such Golden treasure doth to Silver change By that improper Alchimy of Age. But stay me-thinks new Beauties do arise While she withdraws these Glories which were spread Wonder of Beauties set thy radiant head And strike out day from thy yet fairer eyes Ditty in imitation of the Spanish Entre tantoque L' Avril NOw that the April of your youth adorns The Garden of your face Now that for you each knowing Lover mourns And all seek to your Grace Do not repay affection with Scorns What though you may a matchless Beauty vaunt And that all Hearts can move By such a power as seemeth to inchant Yet without help of Love Beauty no pleasure to it self can grant Then think each minute that you lose a day The longest Youth is short The shortest Age is long time flies away And makes us but his sport And that which is not Youth's is Age's prey See but the bravest Horse that prideth most Though he escape the Warr Either from master to the man is lost Or turn'd unto the Carr Or else must die with being ridden Post Then lose not beauty Lovers time and all Too late your fault you see When that in vain you would these dayes recall Nor can you vertuous be When without these you have not wherewithall The State-progress of Ill. I Say 't is hard to write Satyrs Though Ill Great'ned in his long course and swelling still Be now like to a Deluge yet as Nile 'T is doubtful in his original this while We may thus much on either part presume That what so universal are must come From causes great and far Now in this state Of things what is least like Good men hate Since 't will be the less sin I do see Some Ill requir'd that one poison might free The other so States to their Greatness find No faults requir'd but their own and bind The rest And though this be mysterious still Why should we not examine how this Ill Did come at first how 't keeps his greatness here When 't is disguis'd and when it doth appear This Ill having some Atttibutes of God As to have made it self and bear the rod Of all our punishments as it seems came Into the world to rule it and to tame The pride of Goodness and though his Reign Great in the hearts of men he doth maintain By love not right he yet the tyrant here Though it be him we love and God we fear Pretence yet wants not that it was before Some part of Godhead as Mercy that store For Souls grown Bankrupt their first stock of Grace And that which the sinner of the last place Shall number out unless th' Highest will shew Some power not yet reveal'd to Man below But that I may proceed and so go on To trace Ill in his first progression And through his secret'st wayes and where that he Had left his nakedness as well as we And did appear himself I note that in Gradus melisunt quo Peccamus nobis The yet infant-world how mischief and sin Gradus melisunt quo Nocemus aliis His Agents here on earth easie known Are now conceal'd