Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	babylon_n	day_n	zion_n	29	3	9.5043	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A47095	Zion in distress, or, The sad and lamentable complaint of Zion and her children wherein are demonstrated the causes of her miserable calamities, and her faith in God ... : also shewing the dreadful controversie God hath with the beast of Rome ...	Keach, Benjamin, 1640-1704.	1666 (1666)	Wing K108; ESTC R18256	24,479	62

I 'd briefly speak and shall not much en●arge For men have writ great Volumns thou dost know Which of thy cruelties do largely show Thou hast all men opprest in every Age But eve●mo●e thy spiteful Hellish rage Was always set against my Children dear Who could not to thy wicked ways adhere Thou mad'st the Magistrates their Enemies A●d the worst torments that thou couldst devise Thou madst them suffer sto●ie plainly shows Some thou didst hang by th' Head some by the Toes And thousands thou didst burn and broil on Coals And others starve to death in stinking holes Some thou didst cut to pieces very small And Infants Brains were dash'd against the Wall On Bodies of the Saints thou trod'st like dung Thou spard'st no Sex neither the old nor young By thy curs'd Crew Women were ravished And after cruelly were knock'd o' th' Head Some had their Eys and Tongues by thee pull'd out Some ha●borless were made and forc'd about To wander and in Woods and Caves to lie Until their days were spent in misery Thousands were famish'd so till forc'd to eat Worms Frogs Toads and Spiders for their meat Thy C●uelties all People may admire Thou hast poor Children forced to set fire To that same Wood in which their Parents dear By burning Flames consum'd to Ashes were By cruel Massacres were thousands slain Who did endure the most in humane pain That Bishops Monks and Fryars could devise Whose Blood aloud to God for Vengeance cries What precious Blood was shed in Italy In Spain also yea and in Germany How were the Merindolians put to death For Cruelties were e'er the like on Earth The Massacres in Piedmont were sad And many more in France there were as bad As for Spain's Inquisition-Cruelties And of those many horrid miseries That they invented for Religions sake 'T would fill a Volumn should I them relate But I 'll forbea● to speak of them at large And leave them to the day wherein the charge Of all the Righteous Blood that hath been shed Shall come with Vengeance down upon the Head Of all thy proud and persecuting crew That studied have the Righteous to undoe The precious blood which wicked hands did spil In Ireland I do remember still Thou there didst play a very cruel part Poor innocents were there stob'd to the heart Yea grievous tortures those poor Lambs did bear Because they would not buy thy Popish ware But to come nearer home within this Land How many blessed Saints at thy command Were crue●ly to ashes burnt at Stake Because God's Truth they no wise durst forsake As in the Marian dayes ye and before I dare not say that yet thou hast giv'n o're And hast forgot to make attempts again For I do clearly see there doth remain The self-same Spirit hadst thou but the power Both me and mine thou quickly wouldst devour For secretly I do perceive this day Thy Romish Ruffins like to Beasts of prey Do now contrive and privately design To work the ruine both of me and mine Wi●l not those horrid wretched cruelties That thou hast done thy raging lust suffice Why thou art drunk already and dost reel And yet thou cryest O give O give me still The blood of Hereticks that I may drink O fill my Cup up to the very brink 'T is full O Whore for this I clearly see All precious blood the Lord doth charge on thee That e'er was shed from Righteous Abels daies ' T●ill all be found in thee the Scripture saies O shameless vile and wretched bloody Whore Hast drunk so much wouldst thou yet have more What blood of Prophets and Apostles too Of Christ the Lord whom thou hast also slew And since those dayes hast many millions slain Whose Blood and Souls do to the Lord complain For Righteous Judgements to be pour'd on thee For all thy vile and bloody cruelty Prepare thy self for ruine for I 'm sure The patient God much longer won't indure Ere he avenge the cause of his dear Son For all the wrongs thou hast unto him done Those who would see more of thy cruelties Let them read my Son Fox his Histories BABYLON O why dost thou father Christs death on me This is a lie all people plain may see That I am free of this all people know Fo● who put him to death the Scriptures show Don't charge his death on me for I am clear But Hereticks fit were not to live here I therefo●e did such kill and sweep away And so 't is fit I should this present day For if to holy Church they won't be turn'd 'T is fit in truth that they should all be burn'd ZION That this is true vile Whore I 'le prove it plain That thou hast my most blessed Jesus slain For if all precious Blood is found in thee That e'er was spilt by hands of cruelty It followeth then by consequent most clear That thou hast shed the Blood of Christ most dear The former's so I shew'd it thee before Therefore 't is true be silent say no more But stop thy mouth for this I further see That many times he hath been slain by thee Under thy Romish pow'r his Flesh did die In Spirit since thou didst him crucifie And what thou hast unto God's Servants done He takes as if thou didst it to his Son He also is the Head they Members are Of his own Body whence it doth appear Thou hast tormented him in every part And hast oft-times pluckt out his very heart Thou hast Imprison'd Scourged him also Ye burnt and hang'd and starved him I know Can the dear body thus be put to pain And not the head the like sore grief sustain And more then this to shew what thou hast done The Father Son and blessed Saints are one What ere therefore thou hast done unto me Thou hast it done unto the Trinity Who touch God's Saints the apple of his eye Do also touch O dreadful tyrannie For men to persecute the Lord of Life And with the mighty God to be at strife When Saul afflicts the Saints then Christ doth cry Saul Saul 'T is me that thou dost crucifie This is the reason of thy wicked spight Thou bear'st unto the blessed Saints of Light It is because that they do testifie Against thy Whoredoms and Adultery As they are men thou dost not persecute But 't is because they won't God's Name pollute 'T is Christ in them and them fo● his Name sake That thou dost hate and such a spoil dost make But it is from the Lord that they can't now Unto thy whoredoms and thy falsehoods bow Revenge thy self on God who is the cause Why they contemn all thy invented Laws Let these alone do not in mischiefs run For these alas what have these poor Lambs done Ye Persecutors all mind well I pray The dreadful work you are about this day But I 'le return and talk with thee yet further Who guilty art most clear of horrid murther And yet dost wipe thy mouth and