Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	heart_n	lord_n	see_v	3,172	5	3.4596	3	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A27072	Tvvo meditations 1. Of death. 2. Of life eternal by N.B., a sequestred minister of Jesus Christ.	N. B., sequestred minister of Jesus Christ.	1648 (1648)	Wing B146; ESTC R13468	20,304	25

and see darkly even the Apostles themselves though they had seen the transfiguration yet when they began to speak thereof talk they know not what And S. Paul when he had been in Paradice and returned though he wanted neither memory nor expressions 2 Co 〈◊〉 yet he can tell us only that he had been there but what he saw or heard was impossible toutter Content thy self then O my soul with thy glory in that manner and measure and method as God shall give it thee 10. How sweet a thing is Life even the naming of it invites to cheerfulnesse and its contrary is of a dull sound even this Life which is not only temporall but miserable too yet because it is a Life how loath are we to leave it How shall we joy in our life then when temporall shall be changed to eternall and misery to glory Eccle● 〈◊〉 How sweet a thing is Light how pleasant to behold the Sun how near are light and life of kind when even stones because they have light in them are said to be lively and are held for jewels How excellent is the eye which is not only the beauty of the face Mat. 〈…〉 but the light of the body what could we doe without it how much of our happinesse consists in light even here how much more hereafter How sweet a thing is glory even the painted glory of this world which most time is but a bare name and shaddow yet is oft preferred before life it self And yet how little a place doth this glory fill how short a time doth it last how hardly is it got how quickly forgot how subject to be mistaken fond man oft thinking he imbraces his honour when he hugs his shame Our glory here at beft is but a gloe-worme hereafter it shall excell the Sun How sweet a thing is our Country and is preferred before our Parents our Children or our selves How beloved a thing is our home he is senslesse or worse that doth not highly prize it And yet even in our Country here we are but Pilgrims at our home we are but strangers Heaven is our Country and our Home in comparison whereof the richest Palace on earth is homely How sweet a thing is a Crowne how desirable a Kingdome How eagerly doe ambitious men indanger their bodies and damne their soules to have a pull at one of them And yet what are Earthen Crownes but wreathes of thornes clouts stuft with cares and how oft have those weighty Caps broke the necks of those that wore them Not so with our Crownes of glory who as far excell these in security as they doe in majesty for none shall ever envy them but those that shall never come neere to trouble them Let the thought of these glories then O my soule be thy joy till the time come thou shalt enjoy them 11. We can but glance and guesse at these stately glories as eye hath not seene them nor eare heard them neither can the heart conceive them 〈◊〉 1.9 what good things be those that God hath provided for those that love him 〈◊〉 1.19 even before the sons of men to please the sense but cannot fill our little heart But what better things are those he hath provided for them before the sons of God to fil and satisfie their inlarged soules whereunto not our light afflictions only which are but for a moment 〈◊〉 8.18 but the greatest blessings this world hath are not worthy to be compared What can the heart desire more then to be rid of evil and enjoy good both are here 〈◊〉 6.11 here is fulnesse of that which causes fulnesse of joy and pleasures for evermore Here is none of that which may cause sorrow not onely all teares 〈◊〉 21.4 but all cause of teares shall be wiped away nor can any thing enter here that is soule or hurtfull Cease not these thoughts O my soule till they have raised thee to joy and thankfulnesse 12. Now farewell then fond pleasure thou painted Witch Farewell base earth 〈◊〉 13. 〈◊〉 46. thou unweildie bulk and farewell Flesh with thy filthy lusts Fly away vaine-glory with thy Peacock-feathers Avaunt sin Avoid Satan I have found a prize a Pearle I will sell all and buy it Oh come then into my armes my Deare draw neere my Joy and ravish him that cannot ravish thee Oh let my ravisht thoughts attaine some glimpses though at too far a distance of thy rare beauties Who can think on thee and not long for thee Who can hope for thee and not think those longings long Who can love thee and not be happy But how happy those be that enjoy thee no tongue can tell Oh beare me on thy wings Dear Love while I lightly trample over the dung of this world Smile but upon me and I shall cheerfully passe the gates of death He knowes thee not that loves thee not He loves thee not that will not die to come unto thee 13. 〈◊〉 26. But alas though the Spirit be willing the Flesh is weake whatever the matter be my soule is heavie as if there were some earth in that too Mine eyes are dim I cannot see those glaunces of thy beauty which I might see Mine ears are deafe too oft to thy sweet motions My pallate is dull when I should taste how gracious my Lord is My smell is not well taken with the favour of his precious ointments And all the Arteries of my soul are oft time so benummed they can neither feele themselves nor thee Oh heavens whence is the cause of all this coldnesse is my soul so much in love with my body it cannot leave it a little to enjoy it self alone is my body so much of kind unto the Earth that it must needes be more heavy then it and must my soul needs be heavy too for company Are the treasures and pleasures of this world such goodly things thou canst not sequester thy thoughts from them Or are the joyes of heaven so poore thou art loath to spend thy thoughts upon them Or dost thou beleeve there are none there or none for thee and therefore wilt not labour in vain Surely these are not the causes God and my soule know but either the graces of heaven withhold their dewes and veyle their beauty and their influence or else my stony leaden or at least my fleshly heart drawes not in their blessing Or else God that made heaven and gives it will give it freely we shall not be suspected to deserve it so much as in a strong desire Or else the Divine wisdome and goodnesse sees that if we should have these blessed visions and revelations in abundance we should be exalted above measure 2 〈…〉 and therefore sends this ballast in the flesh to humble us This is thy condition O my soul thou complainest not without a cause and mai'st well be sorry for thy heavinesse 14. Thou seest O Lord that I am so weary and