Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	know_v	lord_n	see_v	3,997	5	3.2299	3	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37211	The loyal citizen, or, Sedition laid open a satyr presented to all loyal citizens and subjects / by J.D., Gent.	J. D., Gent.	1682 (1682)	Wing D37; ESTC R1520	4,730	18

they are not but must all Divines Learned and worthy men their fold resign For three or four that 's tax'd with tippling Wine They dare not speak of private sius that's sown But rip up other's faults to hide their own Thy others faults in pulpit brave can O● it But never speaks of Caudles and Sack Posset They with some Zealous Wives in Chamber toss it Slearing and Simpering as they were afraid Stroking the bear Chin cause they want a Beard Drinking the Cu●koldo health who waits below And sends his maid his wives pleasure to know At last the zealot to that height is wound That down goes Mistri● Zeal on Bed or Ground They tickle one another to that hight Smiling and winking they fall to it streight What does he wink think you to save his eyes Or cause he wou'd not see her Dun-Skin Thighs No 't was the sin of Lerchery to hide O Lord forgive us we saw not what we did A pretty way both Heaven and Earth to Cheat But 't will not pass when 't comes at Judgment Seat When they have done poor Cuckolds call'd to pray'rs Good man for hast he breaks his shins up-stairs Devoutly Kneels at one side of the Room And gravely bow 's assoon as Prayers is done Then sneakingly gives Short-Clock many thanks For his good Prayers and also for his Pranks Then Scrapes a Legg and calmly takes his leave Thus the poor easie Cuckold they deceive Let all be judge who is the greatest winner The publick or the private Cunning Sinner Faith I think neither both at last may have Another punishment besides the Grave They preach against the Clergy take more pains In hopes at last their Livings to obtain But that must be when Monarchs do not Raign Then knowing Monarchy stands in their way It is no marvel they so faintly Pray For Charles and James every good Sabboth day Oh cou'd they get the Staff once more in Hand They'd bridle King and Kingdoms Laws and Land Nay if they durst wou'd Heaven next Command O let them still by Heaven be withstood And valu'd less than Lucifer's ill Brood Those as a Paralel to them I bring Both striving with this difference in the the thing Those gainst their Heavenly But they gainst both their Heaven and Earthly King But yet a King so gracious good and great Makes all our joyes and happiness compleat Those only are excepted that we see Fain wou d be Monarchs Kings as well as he Go on most Loyal Sir to serve your King Your City Country to us comforts bring You have done nothing but what Law directs Those that withstand you may they find neglect Both from their fellow Subjects and their Prince Till they beg pardon for their great offence You have both Laws of God and Man to show For what you do then let the factious know They may to Hell after their Fathers go T is you that next to Majesty must stop The raging Zeal 't is you that are the Prop Supporter and preserver of our ●ight● Go on and may Heaven still you Candle Light Encrease your reason and like Mordecai Hammon withstand that wou'd our Peace destroy Base factious Spirits what 〈◊〉 you 'd see Those ills which none but 〈…〉 Have you a mind to see intestine Thunder The Plagues of eating Swords Domestick Plunder See the scorn'd Father striking at his Sone Who without Mercy on their Father runs See the Sons base Revenge upon their Father Who never leave till all lie Dead together Friend fighting friend a brother killing 〈◊〉 Sparing his own blood less than any other Beware beware I say take heed 〈◊〉 Before your Souls feed on such 〈…〉 Let your own reason clear your blind●d eyes And as you older are still grow more wise Beware those Monsters that have taught your Zeals First to destroy your 〈…〉 Then brings destruction to 〈…〉 Who never leave whilst all 〈…〉 All greived Loyal souls weep bloody tears To see you drawn by jealousies and fears To act those things must murd●ring sorrow bear Is it so long since that you have forgot Can you so soon wash out those Royal spots Of sacred Inn'cent blood O remember Your January was worse than damn'd November One but contriv'd the other Stop't that breath For which we suffered since Fire Sword and Death Yet do your private Teacher dare to say It was the Hand of God my Friends I pray Behold Almighty's Judgments still are just They speak you fair and at the same time thrust A Sword quite up unto the Hilt within Your Bodies yet it does not pierce the skin It is the sword of faction and Rebellion Discord Dissention Plagues that lead to Hell on They have tongues of adders Serpents Snaks a●e evils That walk like Saints demurely grave and civil Yet teach and preach damn'd Doctrine fit for Devils Shall we be taught to disobey a Prince Whom Heaven protected can the world convince From Zealots rage and Traytors hands long since Must we be led by th' Nose till Wars are coming By zealous prayer created preach't by cunning Holy Long winded fervent religious men Who seem as inn'cent as the pretty VV●en Yet if well try'd we easily may find They unto none but to themselves are kind Envies all happiness but what 's their own Have humble out-sids inwardly o're grown With pride Ambition and self-interest Longing with Crowns themselves for to invest Though to the ruin of all sacred brests For what is Monarchy to them that say They are all Monarchs zealously can pray Such deeds as these if not forbore will bring Once more the Judgments of an Heavenly King Let not Religious Cloak your Bodies cover And under that both Prince and Country Smother To make your selves more hateful and less good Than Oliver and his Rebellious Brood Let not your Loyal fellow subject weep And let my weary Muse retire to sleep Who never can find rest until she sees Your Loyaltie too like the Northern freeze Flame for your Prince in the warm South degrees Let not fond zeal no longer blind our eyes In England to creat new Tragedies Let us not rest until our Souls we find More Loyal grown and to our Prince more kind Endeavouring still to imitate hose Quires That with their Hearts and Harps and sacred Lyres Sing to their Heavenly King who can alone Set who he pleases Kings on Earthly Thrones FINIS