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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	good_a	sin_n	will_n	3,206	5	6.5361	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A86259	His noble numbers, or, His pious pieces vvherein (amongst other things) he sings the birth of his Christ : and sighes for his Saviours suffering on the crosse.	Herrick, Robert, 1591-1674.	1647 (1647)	Wing H1597; Thomason E1090_1	26,374	82

would Devote to Thee both incense myrrhe and gold Upon an Altar rear'd by Him and crown'd Both with the Rubie Pearle and Diamond On Heaven PErmit mine eyes to see Part or the whole of Thee O happy place Where all have Grace And Garlands shar'd For their reward Where each chast Soule In long white stole And Palmes in hand Do ravisht stand So in a ring The praises sing Of Three in One That fill the Throne While Harps and Vlolls then To Voices say Amen The Summe and the Satisfaction LAst night I drew up mine Account And found my Debits to amount To such a height as for to tell How I sho'd pay 's impossible Well this I 'le do my mighty score Thy mercy-seat I 'le lay before But therewithall I 'le bring the Band Which in full force did daring stand Till my Redeemer on the Tree Made void for millions as for me Then if Thou bidst me pay or go Unto the prison I 'le say no Christ having paid I nothing owe For this is sure the Debt is dead By Law the Bond once cancelled Good men afflicted most GOD makes not good men wantons but doth bring Them to the field and there to skirmishing With trialls those with terrors these He proves And hazards those most whom the most He loves For Sceva darts for Cocles dangers thus He finds a fire for mighty Mutius Death for stout Cato and besides all these A poyson too He has for Socrates Torments for high Attilius and with want Brings in Fabricius for a Combatant But bastard-slips and such as He dislikes He never brings them once to th' push of Pikes Good Christians PLay their offensive and defensive parts Till they be hid o're with a wood of darts The Will the cause of Woe WHen man is punisht he is plagued still Not for the fault of Nature but of will To Heaven OPen thy gates To him who weeping waits And might come in But that held back by sin Let mercy be So kind to set me free And I will strait Come in or force the gate The Recompence ALL I have lost that co'd be rapt from me And fare it well yet Herrick if so be Thy Deerest Saviour renders thee but one Smile that one smile 's full restitution To God PArdon me God once more I Thee intreat That I have plac'd Thee in so meane a seat Where round about Thou seest but all things vaine Uncircumcis'd unseason'd and prophane But as Heavens publike and immortall Eye Looks on the filth but is not soil'd thereby So Thou my God may'st on this impure look But take no tincture from my sinfull Book Let but one beame of Glory on it shine And that will make me and my Work divine To God LOrd I am like to Misletoe Which has no root and cannot grow Or prosper but by that same tree It clings about so I by Thee What need I then to feare at all So long as I about Thee craule But if that Tree sho'd fall and die Tumble shall heav'n and down will I. His wish to God I Would to God that mine old age might have Before my last but here a living grave Some one poore Almes-house there to lie or stir Ghost-like as in my meaner sepulcher A little piggin and a pipkin by To hold things fitting my necessity Which rightly us'd both in their time and place Might me excite to fore and after-grace Thy Crosse my Christ fixt 'fore mine eyes sho'd be Not to adore that but to worship Thee So here the remnant of my dayes I 'd spend Reading Thy Bible and my Book so end Satan WHen we ' gainst Satan stoutly fight the more He teares and tugs us then he did before Neglecting once to cast a frown on those Whom ease makes his without the help of blowes Hell HEll is no other but a soundlesse pit Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it The way WHen I a ship see on the Seas Cuft with those watrie savages And therewithall behold it hath In all that way no beaten path Then with a wonder I confesse Thou art our way i' th wildernesse And while we blunder in the dark Thou art our candle there or spark Great grief great glory THe lesse our sorrowes here and suffrings cease The more our Crownes of Glory there increase Hell HEll is the place where whipping-cheer abounds But no one Jailor there to wash the wounds The Bell-man A Long the dark and silent night With my Lantern and my Light And the tinkling of my Bell Thus I walk and this I tell Death and dreadfulnesse call on To the gen'rall Session To whose dismall Barre we there All accompts must come to cleere Scores of sins w 'ave made here many Wip't out few God knowes if any Rise ye Debters then and fall To make paiment while I call Ponder this when I am gone By the clock 't is almost One The goodnesse of his God WHen Winds and Seas do rage And threaten to undo me Thou dost their wrath asswage If I but call unto Thee A mighty storm last night Did seek my soule to swallow But by the peep of light A gentle calme did follow What need I then despaire Though ills stand round about me Since mischiefs neither dare To bark or bite without Thee The VViddowes teares or Dirge of Dorcas 1 COme pitie us all ye who see Our Harps hung on the Willow-tree Come pitie us ye Passers by Who see or heare poor Widdowes crie Come pitie us and bring your eares And eyes to pitie Widdowes teares Chor. And when you are come hither Then we will keep A Fast and weep Our eyes out all together 2. For Tabitha who dead lies here Clean washt and laid out for the Beere O modest Matrons weep and waile For now the Corne and Wine must faile The Basket and the Bynn of Bread Wherewith so many soules were fed Chor. Stand empty here for ever And ah the Poore At thy worne Doore Shall be releeved never 3. Woe worth the Time woe worth the day That reav'd us of thee Tabitha For we have lost with thee the Meale The Bits the Morsells and the deale Of gentle Paste and yeelding Dow That Thou on Widdowes didst bestow Chor. All 's gone and Death hath taken Away from us Our Maundie thus Thy Widdowes stand forsaken 4. Ah Dorcas Dorcas now adieu We bid the Creuse and Pannier too I and the flesh for and the fish Dol'd to us in That Lordly dish We take our leaves now of the Loome From whence the house-wives cloth did come Chor. The web affords now nothing Thou being dead The woosted thred Is cut that made us clothing 5. Farewell the Flax and Reaming wooll With which thy house was plentifull Farewell the Coats the Garments and The Sheets the Rugs made by thy hand Farewell thy Fier and thy Light That ne're went out by Day or Night Chor. No or thy zeale so speedy That found a way By peep of day To feed

load'st with gold thy vestiment When as the poore crie out to us Belongs all gold superfluous The right hand GOD has a Right Hand but is quite bereft Of that which we do nominate the Left The Staffe and Rod. TWo instruments belong unto our God The one a Staffe is and the next a Rod That if the twig sho'd chance too much to smart The staffe might come to play the friendly part God sparing in scourging GOD still rewards us more then our desert But when He strikes He quarter-acts His part Confession COnfession twofold is as Austine sayes The first of sin is and the next of praise If ill it goes with thee thy faults confesse If well then chant Gods praise with cheerfulnesse Gods descent GOD is then said for to descend when He Doth here on earth some thing of novitie As when in humane nature He works more Then ever yet the like was done before No coming to God without Christ GOod and great God! How sho'd I feare To come to Thee if Christ not there Co'd I but think He would not be Present to plead my cause for me To Hell I 'd rather run then I Wo'd see Thy Face and He not by Another to God THough Thou beest all that Active Love Which heats those ravisht Soules above And though all joyes spring from the glance Of Thy most winning countenance Yet sowre and grim thou 'dst seem to me If through my Christ I saw not Thee The Resurrection THat Christ did die the Pagan saith But that He rose that 's Christians Faith Coheires WE are Coheires with Christ nor shall His own Heire-ship be lesse by our adoption The number here of Heires shall from the state Of His great Birth-right nothing derogate The number of two GOD hates the Duall Number being known The lucklesse number of division And when He blest each sev'rall Day whereon He did His curious operation 'T is never read there as the Fathers say God blest His work done on the second day Wherefore two prayers ought not to be said Or by our selves or from the Pulpit read Hardning of hearts GOD's said our hearts to harden then When as His grace not supples men The Rose BEfore Mans fall the Rose was born S. Ambrose sayes without the Thorn But for Mans fault then was the Thorn Without the fragrant Rose-bud born But ne're the Rose without the Thorn Gods time must end our trouble GOD doth not promise here to man that He Will free him quickly from his miserie But in His own time and when He thinks fit Then He will give a happy end to it Baptisme THe strength of Baptisme that 's within It saves the soule by drowning sin Gold and Frankincense GOld serves for Tribute to the King The Frankincense for Gods Offring To God GOD who me gives a will for to repent Will add a power to keep me innocent That I shall ne're that trespasse recommit When I have done true Penance here for it The chewing the Cud. WHen well we speak nothing do that 's good We not divide the Hoof but chew the Cud But when good words by good works have their proof We then both chew the Cud and cleave the Hoof. Christs twofold coming THy former coming was to cure My soules most desp'rate Calenture Thy second Advent that must be To heale my Earths infirmitie To God his gift AS my little Pot doth boyle We will keep this Levell-Coyle That a Wave and I will bring To my God a Heave-offering Gods Anger GOD can't be wrathfull but we may conclude Wrathfull He may be by similitude God's wrathfull said to be when He doth do That without wrath which wrath doth force us to Gods Commands IN Gods Commands ne're ask the reason why Let thy obedience be the best Reply To God IF I have plaid the Truant or have here Fail'd in my part O! Thou that art my deare My mild my loving Tutor Lord and God! Correct my errors gently with Thy Rod. I know that faults will many here be found But where sin swells there let Thy grace abound To God THe work is done now let my Lawrell be Given by none but by Thy selfe to me That done with Honour Thou dost me create Thy Poet and Thy Prophet Lawreat Good Friday Rex Tragicus or Christ going to His Crosse PUt off Thy Robe of Purple then go on To the sad place of execution Thine houre is come and the Tormentor stands Ready to pierce Thy tender Feet and Hands Long before this the base the dull the rude Th' inconstant and unpurged Multitude Yawne for Thy coming some e're this time crie How He deferres how loath He is to die Amongst this scumme the Souldier with his speare And that sowre Fellow with his vineger His spunge and stick do ask why Thou dost stay So do the Skurfe and Bran too Go Thy way Thy way Thou guiltlesse man and satisfie By Thine approach each their beholding eye Not as a thief shalt Thou ascend the mount But like a Person of some high account The Crosse shall be Thy Stage and Thou shalt there The spacious field have for Thy Theater Thou art that Roscius and that markt-out man That must this day act the Tragedian To wonder and affrightment Thou art He Whom all the flux of Nations comes to see Not those poor Theeves that act their parts with Thee Those act without regard when once a King And God as Thou art comes to suffering No No this Scene from Thee takes life and sense And soule and spirit plot and excellence Why then begin great King ascend Thy Throne And thence proceed to act Thy Passion To such an height to such a period rais'd As Hell and Earth and Heav'n may stand amaz'd God and good Angells guide Thee and so blesse Thee in Thy severall parts of bitternesse That those who see Thee nail'd unto the Tree May though they scorn Thee praise and pitie Thee And we Thy Lovers while we see Thee keep The Lawes of Action will both sigh and weep And bring our Spices to embalm Thee dead That done wee 'l see Thee sweetly buried His words to Christ going to the Crosse WHen Thou wast taken Lord I oft have read All Thy Disciples Thee forsook and fled Let their example not a pattern be For me to flie but now to follow Thee Another to his Saviour IF Thou beest taken God forbid I flie from Thee as others did But if Thou wilt so honour me As to accept my companie I 'le follow Thee hap hap what shall Both to the Judge and Judgment-Hall And if I see Thee posted there To be all-flayd with whipping-cheere I 'le take my share or els my God Thy stripes I 'le kisse or burn the Rod. His Saviours words going to the Crosse HAve have ye no regard all ye Who passe this way to pitie me Who am a man of miserie A man both bruis'd and broke and one Who suffers not here for mine own But for