Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	adam_n	grace_n	sin_n	4,888	5	5.2180	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A50081	Microcosmography, or, Speculum mundi being a glasse for worldlings, a sermon preached at the funeral of the right worshipfull Spencer Lucy, Esq. at Charlecote, August 11, 1649 / by Christopher Massey.	Massey, Christopher, b. 1618?	1650 (1650)	Wing M1030; ESTC R28813	17,093	29

〈◊〉 devotion should be dryed up or not grow he used to water it with clouds of tears surely of tears from Heaven and now how is it possible for malice not to give way for me to speak what was said of once-wicked St. Augustine A son of so many tears can't perish Yet because our love to man is the Index of our love to God oft oft did he beg of the Lord that he might live to do that good which either he had hitherto omitted or his estate not permitted Weep Charlcote weep you sister towns weep Hampton thy annuall commings in must have gone only to make thy poors goings out and comings in to bless the Lord for him Weepe Highcleere thy barren hill knows what it is to have him to water thee How oft did he send secretly to enquire what poore were at his gates And then how oft send meat and money secretly whereby the hungry soule might be satisfied And now Elias-like he cries take away my'life yet flies the Iezebel that would have taken it because he would not that death should take it till the Lord that gave it was willing to receive it insomuch that when he went to Bath he said plainly he went to Bath to dye so he bathes himself in those minerall waters and dyes So having bathed himselfe in the bloud of Christ he lives and to say all Had not the malignancy of conjunctions above and divisions below had not the goodness of God and the wickedness of man in all this stage been predominant that lending his clock wheels and this weights his dayes had not been so short his houre so soon This is the grassiness this the glassiness of all humane things On this ground it was that Ptolomee raised that glassie tombe to Great Alexander yet me thinks I may complain with St. August Sivitrei essemus c. If we were glass we should not be so easily broken A glass may be kept from breaking some hundreds ●ears but at threescore and ten begins mans fall Alas he has made a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and must dy he has a dying principle within him a spark of naturall heat which being outed we are but ashes Oh when we only dress our selves by our own glass and not by the Gospel Iam. 1.23 25. consider only how green how spacious our Sea is and not how deep how dangerous how shining our Crystall and not how transparent how hard our glass is and not how brittle our Sun knows no Eclipse no set But when in the free Law of Christ we take our dimensions our Sea is Glass our Glass is ashes our Crystall is Ice In earth we are dust in the Water a buble in the Air a vapour in the Fire smoak in the Light a shadow Well since we are no better but a shadow Psal 102.11 Oh then follow you the gre at Sun of Heaven the truth for though all men are said to be lyars yet men of high degree Psal 62.9 are in the Abstract a lye And such a viall of bloud such a weak glass of nature is this which it hath pleased God should at last come thus broken home Most honoured Sir pardon me and give me leave to speak one word to you you succenturiate him I see many mourners followers of this Herse with tears that are not here 1. Poor hungry bowells they are the Lord treasury cast in thither your mites at least your superfluities they are Christian Sacrifices He that slights Bullocks and Rams accepts a peece of bread he that slights rivers of Oil disdains not a cup of cold water 2. Orphans widows those hope to have you a Father to them these an husband they are the test of your Religion Iam. 1. ult despise not the sighings of these poor destitute and helpless that sit alone on the house tops 3. Vertues divine morall all mourners as the times go and beg some countenance from you and from this honorable presence So he that can raise bodies will raise your Estate he that can curse and ravell and crumble an estate will bless will increase yours And then here needs no tears to embalm this Corps no sheet to shrowd him we shall all wind him up in a white clean memory and for his humane frailties let this black coffin and that dark vault lock them up for ever Nay then weep not Charlcote let not Charlcote bee made an Hadadrimmon Weep not his countrey he hath added to it a loyall name Let it bewail her Absalons that dy in Paricide c. when she shall see those tame ridden mules leave them dangling like those harpes Psal 137.2 in the trees it need not lament her innocent dead children But I have been too long I fear conversing in this lower world let us now addresse our selves to the upper Mereifull Lord we now come to dip our buckets in thee the only boundless only bottomless Ocean of Mercy Oh let every one according to the severall measure and capacity of the vessels wee bring draw life grace glory out of thee Though in Adam thou hast made us all mortall yet in Christ through the death of Christ hast revived us and when thou drankest that cup of trembling for us didst swallow down death and all and brokest open the prison gates of the grave so that wee are all prisoners of hope raise us here from sin to grace that thou maist hereafter raise us from the grave to glory that here and ever all glory power majesty may be ascribed to thee the only true God c. 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