Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	great_a	lord_n	see_v	5,118	5	3.3465	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04172	A looking-glass for a Christian family; or, A warning for all people to serve God. Good people, in this glass you may behold the joy and comfort the godly are in, the wicked being accursed for evermore: likewise the great cause the Lord sends such sore judgements among us for our sins and wickedness, and worser he will send if we repent not in time. The tune is, Aim not too high.		1678-1681? (1681)	Wing L3012; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[156]	1,846	1

A Looking-Glass for a Christian Family OR A Warning for all People to Serve God Good people in this Glass you may behold the joy and Comfort the Godly are in the wicked being accursed for evermore Likewise the great cause the Lord sends such sore Judgements among us for our Sins and Wickedness and worser he will send if we repent not in time The Tune is Aim not too High My Gold is my God ALL you that fear the Lord that rules the sky and fear his holy Name that sits on high Do but observe these Lines which I have pen'd I hope 't will be a means your Lives to amend You see that Charity is fled and gone And Love and Vnity is left alone Where as plain-dealing us'd to bear the sway Deceit and Cozening it hath got the day Oh is it not a grievous sight to see The Son against the Father for to be The Daughter curse and ban her Mother dear To bring her up she always took great care This is the cause this Land is punisht sore And still I doubt it will be more and more The Lord his Iudgements he doth on us send Because we don't our wicked lives amend Do you not see in Town and City too Now men and womens hearts are full of woe Sore sick dear Friends O this is all their cry Praying to God to ease their misery The burning Fevor and pain i' th head is cheif And griping in the Belly 's all their grief No easment can be had for it nor cure But still poor souls the same they must endure Therefore good people all both night and day Vnto the Lord on our knees let us pray That he would be pleas'd to ease their pain And grant them to their former health again O England England whither wilt thou hie Thy Sins to God for vengeance they do cry Thy Pride and Whoredom thou seek'st to maintain And the true Word of God dost still refrain Oh ally Soul where will thy Pride become When as grim Death appears to strike thee home Then thy Rich Iewels and thy brave attire Will be but Fuel for Eternal Fire then thou wilt curse the Pride that did thee wrong And wish thou 'st dyed when thou hadst been young But all 's too late and vain be sure 't will be To call for help to ease thy misery WHen thou dost on thy bed of languish lye Against thee then thy conscience it will cry And witness all the Sins thou hast commit Make thee apear for Heaven much unfit Then from thy Gold and Silver thou must part Though thou dost leave it with a heavy heart But when death comes thou must not put him by Nothing so sure that one day thou must dye Children see you your Parents do obey So Heaven will protect you night and day Servants be just to those your Masters be Then God will surely bless you ye shall see It grieves my very heart and soul to see How young Children to cursing given be Those that can scarcely yet speak one word plain Yet they can take the Name of God in vain But all you that are Mothers meek and Mild Do not you spare the Rod to spill the Child Apply the Twigs before they stubborn stand Lest at last you cannot bend them with your hand Vphold not Children Neighbours for to wrong But look unto their ways in hand and tongue Let him be first a Lyer he 'l turn Theif Then thou 'lt repent when there is no relief Then silly Soul why wilt not thou amend Knowing that all things once will have an end All wordly pleasures are but vanity None knows but that to morrow we must dye The Glutton shall with hunger pine away Drunkards the more they thirst the more they may Swearers and those that do delight therein Be sure in Heaven shall never favour win The Vsurer and those that grind the poor Are like to have a judgement very sore He that doth seek the ●iddows overthrow Will one day repent that e'er he did so But he that relieves the Widdow and Fatherless At the years end will never have the less What thou dost give unto the Blind or Lame The Lord he will restore to thee again Suppose that thou had thousands lying by And thou wast sick and full of misery Would'st thou not give it all some ease to have But mind O man ' tan't Gold thy life can save And some so proud and lofty they are grown That a poor man in heart they scorn to own Because their Riches that will save away And both their Beds musts be a clod of Clay These things my Friends see that you do observe And from the word of God he sure don't swerve For fear you should repent when 't is too late When you shall ask God mercy at his gate Thus Christian friends you hear in every thing The difference between a wicked and good thing He that fears the Lord a blessed man is he But for the Wicked Damned shall he be FINIS Printed for F. Coles T. Vere I. Wright I. Clarke VV. Thackeray and T. Passenger