Selected quad for the lemma: conscience_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
conscience_n	fire_n	hell_n	worm_n	1,679	5	10.4739	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A69886	The house of weeping, or, Mans last progress to his long home fully represented in several funeral discourses, with many pertinent ejaculations under each head, to remind us of our mortality and fading state / by John Dunton ...	Dunton, John, 1627 or 8-1676.	1682 (1682)	Wing D2627; ESTC R40149	361,593	708

and scorn thee once thou stoppedst thine ears from the cry of Lazarus now he ●lops his ears from thy cry once thou turnedst away thy face from Lazarus now he turneth away his face from thee once thou deniedst crumbs to Lazarus now he denieth water to thee not a spoonful not a drop of water Oh Abraham but now if I had my goods I would give Lazarus all for a drop of Water Now if I had a million of Gold I would give it all for a drop of water now if I had a world of wealth I would give i● all to Lazarus therefore good Abraham one dro● But he answered No not a drop Not a drop Then cursed be the day wherein I w● born and cursed be the night wherein I was conceived cursed be my Father that begot me and cursed be ● Mother that bare me cursed be the place that k● me cursed be the delicate Robes that cloathed me cur● be the delicate Meat that fed me let me be most acc●sed of all creatures both in Heaven and Earth And ● leave we him cursing who indeed was most accused and learn that the souls of the damned b●ing separated from their bodies are in H● Torments But to conclude all in one word and to app● all that hath been spoken to this present t● and place let us all in our vocations and plac● follow the advice of a late Eminent ●● viz. to learn to have mercy on Lazarus that i● on our poor Brethren that we may find mer● and that mercy may rejoyce in Judgment a● you that are Magistrates of this City think ap● Lazarus that lyeth in your Streets that pineth at your gates that starveth in your Prisons for want of Crumbs Heark how they cry Bread bread a loaf of bread for Jesus sake Who would not hear them who would not pity them who would not comfort them Also see that you chuse good and merciful Officers in your Spittles and Hospitals that may feed Lazarus and not fill their own Purses and Bellies as the rich man did And you that sit in the seat of Judgment and are Gods ●here on earth let the matter be rightly judged between the rich man and poor Lazarus let equi●ty be in your right hand and justice in your left consider that Lazarus is poor and that he is not a●le to wage Law against the rich man yet defend ●im and let him have right Defend the Father●ess and Widdow See that such as be in need ●nd necessity have their right then shall the ●ighteous God of Heaven bless you and bless the ●and for your sake then shall we be with Lazarus ● the blessed place of rest whilst wretched Dives ● tormented in Hell flames even in that burn●g prison where angry and enraged Devils shall ●e his Tormentors to Eternity where he will be ●r ever crying and groaning out in this kind of ●oleful manner following viz. ●h cursed cursed most accursed Soul ● Where am I now what Friends are those that howl ●ey seize upon me they torment me sore ● I Shreik with anguish they in fury roar Earths deep center dark and dreadful Cell Where only angry damned Spirits dwell grossest darkness yet my sight so clear Most hideous Visions to the same appear In Hell indeed where I endure that curse Which shall not cease but be hereafter worse In fire infernal out of measure hot Which ever burns and yet consumeth not I rave I curse and I accuse my fate As if such torments were unjust too great But Conscience nips me with not so I try To kill that worm but oh it will not die Most wretched I besides the Woes I have Methinks I hear my bones within my Grave As troubled with some fatal Trumpets sound Begin to shake and shiver in the ground Alas alas what shall of me become When wretched go ye cursed is my doom How shall my Soul and Body both affrighted Then curse the hour they were again united How shall the Devils then with fury driven Sieze me for Hell when sentenc'd out of Heaven And on me with much insultation rage As if my torments might their own asswage Then with the hideous howling heard of Hell I shall be thrown down to that dreadful Cell Where we in flames which never fail shall burn From whence we never never shall return The Winding-Sheet NOw where am I If I look behind me I see Death hastning after me nay that Death ●s at my Back If I look forward I see Heaven and Hell before me my self standing on the very brink of Time and my next step for ought I know may be into Eternity of joy or sorrow where I did but now by Faith see o●hers were there I my self must quickly really be there I shall rejoyce with them If I look a little before me I may see my self cast down upon a Bed of sickness my Friends weeping and fearing I shall die the Physicians are puzled and at a loss giving me over for the Grave and my self gasping for Life and breathing out my last If I look but a little before me I can as ●t were hear my Friends saying He is dead he is dead he is gone he is departed and then as it were I might see them haling me out of my bed and wrapping me in My Winding Sheet and nailing me up in my Coffin I might see my Grave a digging and men hired to carry me on their shoulders from my house to my Long Home Relations and Neighbours following after to see me lodged in the Dust to lye and rot among the Dead But before all this can be done to my Body my Soul hath taken it's flight into Eternity where it is without change or alteration for ever to be with God or Devils Oh that I ●ould then work it on my heart that I must quickly be either in Heaven or Hell that I have a long Race to run by a short breath if I enter Heaven a great way to go in a few hours The Sun who goes so many miles in a minute the stars of the firmament which go so very many more go not so fast as my body to the Earth In the same instant that I feel the first attempt of the disease I feel the victory In the twinkling of an eye I can scarce see instantly the tast is insipid and fa●uous instantly the appetite is dull and desireless instantly the knees are sinking and strengthless and in an instant sleep which is the Picture the copy of Death is taken away that the original Death it self may succeed and that so I might have death to the life To return from the dead is impossible all my life then I will prepare for death They call death Charons boat I am sure it wafts the Soul from a material to an immaterial World I have but one step to Eternity it is from life to death I will be preparing this body of mine to win the garland of a blessed Immortality O the