Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	good_a	reward_n	work_n	2,765	5	6.8633	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A34171	Poems, with a maske by Thomas Carew ... ; the songs were set in musick by Mr. Henry Lawes ...	Carew, Thomas, 1595?-1639?; Lawes, Henry, 1596-1662. Coelum britannicum. Libretto.; Carew, Thomas, 1595?-1639? Coelum britannicum.	1651 (1651)	Wing C565; ESTC R21803	74,706	224

entreat you be more carefull in your choyse of company for you are alwayes found either with Misers that not use you at all or with fooles that know not how to use you well Be not hereafter so reserv'd and coy to men of worth and parts and so you shall gaine such credit as at the next Sessions you may be heard with better successe But till you are thus reform'd I pronounce this positive sentence That wheresoever you shall chuse to abide your society shall adde no credit or reputation to the party nor your discontinuance or totall absence be matter of disparagement to any man and whosoever shall hold a contrary estimation of you shall be condemn'd to weare perpetuall Motley unlesse he recant his opinion Now you may voyd the Cout Paenia enters a woman of a pale colour large brims of a hat upon her head through which her haire started up like a fury her Robe was of a dark colourful of patches about one of her hands was tied a chaine of Iron to which was fastned a weighty tone which she bore up under her arm Merc. What Creature 's this Mom. The Antipodes to the other they move like Two Buckets or as two nayles drive out one another Of Riches depart Poverty will enter Pov. I nothing doubt Great and Immortal Powers But that the place your wisedome hath deny'd My foe your Iustice will conferre on me Since that which renders him incapable Proves a strong plea for me I could pretend Even in these rags a larger Soveraignty Then gaudy Wealth in all his pompe can boast For mark how few they are that share the World The numerous Armies and the swarming Ants That fight and royle for them are all my Subjects Thay take my wages weare my Livery Invention too and Wit are both my creatures And the whole race of Vertue is my Off-spring As many mischiefes issue from my wombe And those as mighty as procced from gold Oft o'r his Throne I wave my awfull Scepter And in the bowels of his state command When ' midst his heaps of coyn and hils of gold I pine and starve the avaritious Fool. But I decline those titles and lay claim To heaven by right of Divine contemplation She is my Darling I in my soft lap Free from disturbing cares bargains accounts Leases Rents Stewards and the fear of theeves That vex the rich nurse her in calm repose And with her all the Vertues speculative Which but with me find no secure retreat For entertainment of this hour I le call A race of people to this place that live At Natures charge and not importune heaven To chayn the winds up or keep back the storms To stay the thunder or forbid the hayl To thresh the unreap'd ear but to all weathers The chilling frost and scalding Sun expose Their equall face Come forth my swarthy train In this faire circle dance and as you move Mark and foretell happy events of Love They dance the fifth Antimasque of Gypsies Mom. I cannot but wonder that your perpetual conversation with Poets and Philosophers hath furnished you with no more Logick or that you should think to impose upon us so grosse an inference as because Plutus and you are contrary therefore whatsoever is denyed of the one must be true of the other as if it should follow of necessity because hee is not Iupiter you are No I give you to know I am better vers'd in cavils with the gods than to swallow such a fallacy for though you two cannot be together in one place yet there are many places that may be without you both and such is heaven where neither of you are likely to arrive therefore let me advise you to marry your selfe to Content and beget sage Apothegmes aud goodly morall Sentences in dispraise of Riches and contempt of the world Merc. Thou dost presume too much poor needy wretch To claim a station in the Firmament Because thy humble Cottage or thy Tub Nurses some lazie or Pedantique vertue In the cheap Sun-shine or by shady springs With roots and pot-herbs where thy right hand Tearing those humane passions from the mind Vpon whose stocks fair blooming vertues flourish Degradeth Nature and benummeth sense And Gorgon-like turnes active men to stone Wee not require the dull society Of your necessitated Temperance Or that unnaturall stupidity That knowes nor joy nor sorrow nor your forc'd Falsly exalted passive Fortitude Above the Active This low abject brood That fix their seats in mediocrity Become your servile mind but we advance Such vertues only as admit excesse Brave bounteous Acts Regall Magnificence All-seeing Prudence Magnanimity That knowes no bound and that Heroick vertue For which Antiquity hath left no name But patternes only such as Hercules Achilles Theseus Back to thy loath'd cell And when thou feest the new enlightned Sphere Study to know but what those Worthies were Tyche enters her head bald behind and one great locke before wings at her shoulders and in her hand a wheel her upper parts naked and the skirt of her Garment wrought all over with Crownes Scepters Bookes and such other things as expresse both her greatest and smallest gifts Mom. See where Dame Fortune comes you may know her by her wheele and that vayl over her eyes with which she hopes like a seel'd pigeon to mount above the Clouds and pearch in the eighth Sphere listeen shee begins Fort. I come not here you gods to plead the Right By which Antiquity assign'd my Deity Though no peculiar station mongst the Stars Yet generall power to rule their influence Or boast the Title of Omnipotent Ascrib'd me then by which I rival'd Iove Since you have cancell'd all those old Records But confident in my good cause and merit Claim a succession in the vacant Orb From since Astraea fled to heaven I sit Her Deputy on Earth I hold her skales And weigh mens Fates out who have made me blind Because themselves want eyes to see my causes Call me inconstant 'cause my workes surpasse The shallow fathom of their humane reason Yet here like blinded Iustice I dispence With my impartiall hands their constant lots And if desertlesse impious men engrosse My best rewards the fault is yours you gods That scant your graces to mortality And niggards of your good scarce spare the world One vertuous for a thousand wicked men It is no errour to conferre dignity But to bestow it on a vicious man I gave the dignity but you made the vice Make you men good and I le make good men happy That Plutus is refus'd dismayes me not Hee is my Drudge and the externall pompe In which hee decks the World proceeds from me Not him like Harmony that not resides In strings or notes but in the hand and voyce The revolutions of Empires States Scepters and Crowns are but my game and sport Which as they hang on the events of Warre So those depend upon my turning wheel You warlike Squadrons who in battles