Selected quad for the lemma: conscience_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
conscience_n	die_v	fire_n	worm_n	1,088	5	9.7140	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09545	The glasse of time, in the two first ages. Diuinely handled, by Thomas Peyton, of Lincolnes Inne, Gent	Peyton, Thomas, 1595-1626.	1620 (1620)	STC 19824; ESTC S114595	86,637	182

bride Thy selfe from God who by his sacred voyce Amongst the Trees within the garden choyse Repayred now as oftentimes before To recreate and view the various store Euen in the coole and dawning of the day The winds before him vshering of his way Thinking to find as heeretofore he found Thine innocency vpright perfect sound But contrary thou lurkest in a bush Vntill thy God did neere vnto thee rush And starting of thee as thou then wast loth He takes thy spouse and thee all naked both Adam quoth God why dost thou hide thy face What is the cause thou art so poore and base That thou shouldst thus with simple shifts begin Asham'd of me to couer now thy skin How hast thou knowne in lesse then halfe an howre To lurke so close within this secret bower And sew those leaues to patch them so together To hide thy shame and keepe thee from the weather The Tree of Knowledge in this pleasant seate I do beleeue that thou thereof didst eate Which I commanded on deaths dismall paine Thou shouldst not touch the iewce thereof to gaine Hast thou now eate of that delicious fruite I am afraid thy of-spring all will rue it O heauenly God then Adam answered straite Gen 3. 12. I was intrapt with such a pleasing baite That made my reason sense and all to yeeld My strength but weake within so strong a field For why the woman which thou gauest me A helpe most meete and comfort sweet to be Shee of that tree did plucke but one in all And brought it to me as a sacred ball The sight whereof by her perswasion moued Whom more then gold and all the world I loued Straight in my armes began for to embrace And she intreating with her smiling face Gaue me that Apple in her louely hand Which makes me thus before thy sight to stand All naked poore lamenting of my fall As loath to speake when thou at first didst call She she it was which gaue me of that meate By her intisements onely I did eate If I haue broke thy holy heauenly lawes Blame her not me for being first the cause Then God againe vnto the woman sayd Why hast thou thus most treacherously betrayd Thy louing husband and thy darling deare Whom to displease thou oughtst in conscience feare He is thy head thy Soueraigne Lord and King Why dost thou thus his feete in bondage bring Insnaring him thy selfe and Issue all In wofull danger of your soules to fall Sweet God quoth she a foule mishapen beast The vgly Serpent crawling on his breast When but a little that I stept a side From my deare husbands best beloued side A goodly fruite presented to my view That in the midst of all the garden grew Perswaded much the onely taste of it Would farre increase my simple womans wit The touch thereof would sight and knowledge giue Neuer to die but still as Gods to liue By which inticements snared in his trap He shakt the tree and vp I held my lap That Plumme alone which fell into the same I kept it safe and to my husband came But yet before his presence well I saw Not thinking once of thine eternall Law By fresh allurement of that Snaky wite I viewd the same and so of it did bite The which when as that I the deed had done Away he crawles and leaues me all alone Mine eyes i'th'instant wofully did see The murraine Elfe had first beguiled me Like to a Mouse not farre off from her muse So is a woman sild without exscuse Simile When on a sudden God himselfe descends The winged clowds on euery side he rends All foggy mists of darkesome errours quite He doth disperse and brings the Truth to light That all the world his Wisedome may admire To see how soone he finds the diuell a lyer Iustice her selfe with grim and frowning eyes Iustitiae descriptio Descendeth downe beneath the lofty skyes That euer lowres and holdeth in her hand A paire of Scales to weigh both sea and land The secret actions infinite to name Which euer yet were hatcht vpon the same But at her backe there oftentimes attends Misericordiae discriptio A noble Dame to many a one that bends Of smiling cheere and sweet delightfull face Borne of the Muses in their royall Race Whose siluer tresses as heauens glorious Queene The goodliest creature euer eye hath seene In all her robes she sits at Gods right hand Descends to some but by his side doth stand In secret corners of the heart she lurkes Gods Mercies great are farre beyond his Workes In heauen and earth and all that in them are None may come neere much lesse to her compare Alone she sits and sendeth Iustice downe To God himselfe that in a sacred frowne Summons the Serpent to appeare in place Whose accusation layd before his face Without demurre and wresting of the Law His heinous crime before his eyes he saw And standeth mute without exscuse at all When God aboue to iudgement once doth fall Accursed diuell thrise damn'd is all thy race Thy wicked plots and secret actions base Gen. 3. 14. What made thee winde within this winding Snake The shape of Serpent in thy mind to take Why hast thou sat on Adams sacred skirt To harme a man which neuer did thee hurt And wrong a woman with mischieuous guile By enuious plodding in a deed so vile Could it not serue that first thou wentest about To scale my throane from heauen to shut me out But this my worke which more I did admire Then all the Angels fram'd of burnisht fire The heauenly lights and all that euer were Within the compasse of the spatious aire The man himselfe in whom I tooke delight Plac't him in Eden by my powerfull might That thou shoulst thus with all the diuels combine In spight to me his person vndermine To creepe to Eue as if she were thy Ant And fawne on others like a Puritant What hast thou got for all thy villany A beast thou liu'st worse then a beast thou 'lt dye And yet not die for euerduring paine For this thy treason shalt be sure to gaine The fire of my iust wrath will make thee gurne As burning Brasse thy bowels scorcht shall burne Simile The worme of Conscience shall torment thee euer And like a Vulture feed vpon thy Liuer Simile That still in death a horrid fearefull smart Shalt dying liue to ouerloade thy heart Grinde all to powder thy damn'd wicked rout With coales of fire which neuer shall go out Thy tongue shall be a sure and certaine token How false to woman thy curst mouth hath spoken For in the same a forked sting shall be That after times may still thy enuy see And all her race shall thee torment and vexe And thou againe shalt skare her fearefull Sexe Lurking in dens and secret holes obscure To trap the iust with banefull breath impure Thy hide bepainted with a peckled varnish Thy