Selected quad for the lemma: conscience_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
conscience_n	see_v	sin_n	soul_n	4,470	5	5.1054	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08608	The bloody dovvnfall of adultery. murder, ambition at the end of which are added Westons, and Mistris Turners last teares, shed for the murder of Sir Thomas Ouerbury poysoned in the Tower; who for the fact, suffered deserued execution at Tiburne the 14. of Nouember last. 1615.		1615 (1615)	STC 18919.3; ESTC S113551	8,559	32

slaughtered but the soule of the Innocent assending to his throne crying out and exclaiming for Iustice which the Lord bee praysed hath beene and will bee carefully followed by the learned and worthy Magistrates of this Kingdome whom the Lord God prosper and protect in all their proceedings to which let all true hearts say Amen FINIS Mistris Turners Teares for the Murder of Sir Thomas Ouerbury who was poysoned in the Towre of London 1 IF euer Teares fell from a Wretches eyes I am that Creature waues on waues do rise So fast and swel so high they drowne my soule In her owne Crimes as numberlesse as foule 2 Oh had my Cradle beene my sodaine Graue In Peace my Soule had slept which is a slaue Now both to sinne and shame I had not then Been of God hated and so scornd of Men 3 Vnhappy was the Wombe that lent me breath Would it had bin the Charnell-house of Death Had I bin stifled there then had my slight To Heau'n bin like a Doues with wings more white 4 O would to God the Day when I was borne Had from the Calender of time beene torne Where now it stands accursed and does beare The marke of a most fatall Character 5 Many a Widdow reading there my name Will curse it and the leafe that holds the same Children as yet vnborne comming to spell Will take it for a Furies name in Hell 6 And casting by the Booke no more will reade But onely learne to heape vppon my head VVishes of mischeefe though in Graue I lye For to confound mee euerlastingly 7 But leauing this let my sad Story tell Both from what height I fall how I fell That though time present does not mone my state Yet times to come may pitty my hard fate 8 My birth was faire my bringing vp was good My dayes were golden in my widdow hood And might haue been so still but climbers hye Beyond their reach must downe and so doe I. 9 Plenty and I at board together state I fed with Diues dranke in ritchest plate VVore ritch attires tasted all worldly pleasure But ne're had care to hoord vp head'nly treasure 10 VVith Eue I might haue liu'd in Paradice But that a Serpent did my Soule intice To touch forbidden fruit which relish'd well In chewing but be●ng downe it smelt of Hell 11 T was not one onely Apple to deuoure For which I long'd my hunger gap'd at more At a whole tree I look'd it was a Tree Me thought the goodliest mortall eyes could see 12 This Tree I climb'd and as I pluckt it grew Still fresh and fresh the boughs were euer new The branches euer greene bushy and faire It seem'd the Darling both of sunne and ayre 13 But when my Soule lookt vp with open eyes I saw the top bough brauing euen the skies VVhen the root stuck in Hell where looking in I knew it then to be the tree of sinne 14 And though my Conscience told me I should fall If that I leand to nothing could appall My setled resolution I would on Though still before me stood damnation 15 From this I pluckt the guilded fruit of pride Like Queen-apples they shew'd for euery side VVas ruddy and alluring but what trust Is in vaine earth being to●cht they turne to dust 16 From this I suckt Enchantments which drinke well And luscious sweet yet prou'd the milke of hell Hence did I gather poysonous drugges to kill Such as withstood my friends or crost my wil. 17 Lust often lay within my widdowed sheetes And taught me how to tast vnbidden sweetes And that toward hell I might go one step furder The last and worst I went into was murder 18 O crying sinne which smothered nere so deep In caues which silent night her selfe does keep bound vp in darknes like the steeme of Hell which none can peirce yet the blaack deed to tell 19 Euen graues of dead men rotten long agoe VVill open wide Vengeance walks often slow To our weak sight but when to Strike it stands On Heau'ns high Tower it hath 3 1000. hands 20 Th' Almighties Arrowes fly both sure strong And where they hit great Oakes fall all along No hidden mark but stands within his eic And that he cleaues when forth his wrath does flie 21 Witnesse my selfe and others who desying The busiest searching Sunbeam from discrying Where Villany lay lurking wrapd in cloudes so safe we thought as dead men in their shrouds 22 When to Mans Sence t was as imposible Mountaines to moue as find a tongue durst tel Our buried plots See they are rent and torne By Gods least finger and we left in Scorne 23 Our maskes pluckd off our faces now appeare Such as they are indeed not as they were Plaine on our browes are our close mischiefes writ Who most did hide now most discouer it 24 The Wolues are caught in snares the shepherd now Knows that a Lamb was flain by whom how The blood of whom by cruell friend so spilt Flowes like a Sea yet washes off no guilt 25 If any aske mee why I was so led And why so neere to hell I ventured I was bewitch'd for what I did behold Was a most bitter Pill but wrap'd in gold 26 That liquorish baite intic'd me take it downe As wholesome Phisick but with shāe t is known No poison can so soone destroy the Soule The out-side glorious but the inside foule 27 O Gold thou glittering diuell that confouridest The Richest Fairest Strongest wisest Soundest Would God as He to Indians is vnknowne That so their Droffy God were theirs Alone 28 Soules would not tumble then so fast to Hell Nor of my Fall should I this Story tell Terror to Soule and Body had not heauen To Sinnes more high and horrid pardon giuen 29 Pardon of thee sweet Iesus then I craue What thou hast Bought and Payd for deerely Saue Men let me beg forgiuenes from you too Because I did more then my Sex should doe 30 And you of Modest dames that be are the note And my black Name quite from your tables blot As I am lost so let my fault I craue And write Obliuion on my wretched Graue 31 You Fathers whom of Children I bereaue You Children whom of Parents I deceaue You Wiues whom Husband les my Guilt does make Forgiue me All of All this Leaue I take 32 Heauen frownes to looke vpon me and my Sin Earth trembles that by her I fed haue bin My very breath poysons the Aire abont me Hell onely is within me and without me 33 Yet in despite of Hell from Heauen comes down Mercy I see holding a glorious Crown Of immortality ouer my faint head Iesus in that and thee I 'me Comforted 34 Strengthen my weake heart Death is fearefull grim One finger of thy Hand can vanquish him Giue to my fleeting Soule a prosperous gaile That I to Blest Ierusalem may Saile FINIS A Prayer made by Mistris Turner the night before her Suffering Death VVIth Mary Magdalene I kneele O Iesus at thy feete which I wash with the teares of a penitentiall bleeding heart dry them vp againe with the Sighes of my afflicted Soule O my sweet Sauiour what pretious bloud didst thou pay in ransome to fetch my Soule out of euerlasting Death and Hell And how for a golden bribe haue I sold that loue of thine and my owne Saluation I am vndone for euer for since I could speake the Name of God or his blessed Sonne I did nener speake or doe any thing that was worthy of Heauen What haue I not beene that in the world is Euell and what is now in me that I dare call Good My youth was Licentious my Age wicked my Latter daies offensiue and odious to God and Man Yet notwithstanding Heauenly Father Since my Repentant Soule comes crying to Thee for Mercy as before my Sinnes cryed to Heauen for Vengeance bow downe I beseech thee thine care dry vp my Sorrowes with thy beames of Grace I haue not knowne thee nor neuer reguarded thy Sacred word yet O Lord shut me not out of Heauen because it is a broken wounded and oppressed heart that knocketh at thy gates of Pitty Let not my name be blooted out of thy booke of Life but set the Seale on my forehead that I may be knowne to be one of Thine I defire not to liue in this World of which I am weary as that is of me but onely in thy Kingdome to the intent I may change my bloody garments for a roabe of Immortality Comfort me in my Combat of Death take dispaire from mine cies see an Angell to guard me Help me Strengthen mee Hasten me to my home and let that dwelling be with thee for euer and euer I come deere Redeemer I come into thy blessed Hands I commend my Spirit Master VVestons Teares for the Murder of Sir Thomas Ouerbury who was poysoned in the Towre of London GOD of my Soule and Body haue mercy vpon mee the one I haue cast way by my folly the other is likely to perish in thy Fury vnlesse in thy great mercy thou Saue it My Sinnes are deepe Seas to drowne mee I am swallowed vp in the bottomles Gulph of my owne transgressions With Caine I haue beene a Murderer and with Iudas a Betrayer of the Innocent My body is a Slaue to Sathan and my wretched Soule is deuowred vp by Hell Black haue bin my thoughts and blacker are my deeds I haue beene the Diuells instrument and am now become the Scorne of Men a Serpent vpon earth and an Out-cast from Heauen What therefore can become of me miserable Catiffe if I looke vp to my Redeemer to him I am an Arch Traitor if upon Earth it is drowned with Blood of my shedding if into Hell there I see my Conscience burning in the Brimstone lake God of my Soule and Body haue mercy therefore vpon mee Saue me O saue me or else I perish for euer I die for euer in the world to come vnlesse sweet Lord thou catchest my repentant Soule in thine Armes O saue mee saue me saue me FINIS REaders you that are desirous to see the Reward of the Adulterer and the Adulteresse paid by Gods owne hand there is a little Table called the Spectacles where you may Read them more at Large