Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	body_n	soul_n	speak_v	7,704	5	5.1201	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B05825	Saint Bernards vision: Or, A brief discourse, dialogue-wise, between the soul and body of a damned man, newly deceased, laying the faults one upon the other. To which is added, a speech of the devil's in Hell, &c. To the tune of, Flying fame, &c.		1663-1674? (1674)	Wing S299A; ESTC R183178	2,693	1

Saint BERNARD's VISION Or A brief Discourse Dialogue-wise between the Soul and Body of a Damned Man newly deceased laying the Faults one upon the other To which is added A Speech of the Devil 's in Hell c. To the Tune of Flying Fame c. Licensed according to Order The Writer speaketh AS I lay slumbring in my bed one night A fearful villon did me for● affright Methought I saw a soul departed late By it the body in a poor estate Walling with sighs the soul aloud did cry Vpon the body in the coffin by And thus the soul to it did make her moan With grievous sobs and many a bitter groan The Soul speaketh O sinful flesh which now so low doth lie Whom yesterday the world esteem'd so high It was but yesterday the world was thine The sun is set which yesterday did shine Where is thy train that did attend on thee Where is thy mirth where is thy jollity Where are thy sumptuous buildings thy treasure Thy pleasant walks wherein thou tookest pleasure Gone is thy train thy mirth to mourning turn'd Thou in a coffin in a shrine art urn'd For thy rich cloaths thou hast a winding-sheet Thy high-built roof now with thy mouth doth meet But I poor soul was fram'd a noble creature In likeness to my God of heavenly feature But by thy sin while we on earth abode I am made fouler then a loathsom toad O wretched flesh with me that art forlorn That well may wish thou never had'st been born Thou wouldest never to any one agree For which we evermore shall damned be I am and must for ever be in pain No tongue can tell the torments I sustain But thou and I we must descend to hell Where we in frying flames must ever dwell It was thy pride deceit and luxury Hath brought these torments both on me and thee Thy wife thy children friends whom thou didst trust Do loath thy carcass lying in the dust The book of God which is both true and sure Witness at large what sinners shall endure Thou that within the bed of earth art laid Arise and answer to the words I said The Body speaketh I know thee well my soul which from me fled Which left my body senceless cold and dead Cease thou to say the fault was all in me When I will prove the fault-w●… must in thee Thou say'st that I have led thee oft astray And from well-doing drawn thee quite away But if the flesh the spirit's power can move The fault is thine as I will plainly prove God you do know created you most fair And of celestial knowledge gave you share I was your servant fram'd of earth and clay You to command and I for to obey 'T was in your power for to restrain my will And not to let me do these things were ill The body's works are from the soul devided And by the soul the body should be guided The body of itself no ill hath known If I did what thou did'st the guilts thine own For without thee the body resteth dead The soul commands it rests upon thy head So to conclude thy guilt excee●eth mine O how the worms do tare me in my shrine And therefore fare thee well poor sinful soul Thy trespasses pass mine though they are foul The Soul speaketh Most wretched flesh which in the time of life Was foolish idle vain and full of strife Though of thy substance thou did speak to me I do confess I should have bridled thee But thou through love of pleasure foul and ill Still me resisted and would have thy will When I would thee O body have controul'd Straight the world's vanities did me with-hold So thou of me didst gain the upper-hand Inthralling me in worldly pleasures band That thou and I eternal shall be drown'd In hell when glorious saints in heaven are crown'd But flattering fancy did thy mind so please Thou never thought'st to dye till death did cease This was thy fault and cursed was our fate Which we repent but now alas too late The Body speaketh O now I weep being scourg'd with mine own rod We both stand guilty 'fore the face of God Both are in fault and yet not equally The greatest burthen soul on thee doth lye No wit so mean but this for truth it knows That where most gifts of vertue God bestows There is most due and ought repayed be And unto this there 's none but will agree But foolishly thou yieldest unto me And to my vain desires didst soon agree But oh ● I knew not at the latter hour But thou and I shall find a death most sure I greatly fear an everlasting fire Yet one thing more I do of thee desire Hast thou been yet among the fiends of hell Is no hopes left that we with Christ may dwell False flesh remember Dives was denay'd When for one drop of water he so pray'd Thy question senceless body wanteth reason Redemption now is hopeless out of season Vile body go and rot in bed of clay Vntil the great and general judgement-day Then shalt thou rise and be with me condemn'd To hell's hot lake for ever without end So fare thee well I will no longer stay Mark how the fiends of hell call me away The loss of heavenly joys t●rmenteth me More then all tortures that in hell can be The Devil speaketh Ho are you come whom we expected long Now we will make you sing another song Howling and yelling still shall be your note And moulted lead be poured down your throat Such horror we do on our servants load Now thou art worse then is the crawling toad Ten thousand torments thou shalt now abide When thou in flaming sulphre shalt be fry'd Thou art a souldier of our camp enroul'd Never henceforth shalt thou the light behold The pains prepar'd for thee no tongue can tell Welcome O welcome to the pit of hell The Writer speaketh At this the groaning soul did weep most sore And then the fiends with-joy did laugh and roar Those devils did seem more black then pitch or night Whose horrid shapes did sorely me affright Sharp steeled forks each in their hands did bear Tusked their teeth like crooked mattocks were Fire and brimstone then they breathed out And from their nostrils snakes crawl'd all about Foul filthy horns on their black brows they wore Their nails were like the rushes of a boar Those hellish fiends fast bound this wretched soul And drag'd him in who grievously did howl Then straight methought appeared in my sight A beautious young man cloathed all in white His face did shine most glorious to behold Wings like the rain-bow and his hair like gold With a sweet voice All hail all hail quoth he Arise and write what here thou now dost see Most heavenly musick seemed then to play And in a cloud he vanisht quite away Awaking straight I took my pen in hand To write those lines the young man did command And so abroad into the world it sent That each good christian may in time repent Then let us fear the Lord both night and day Preserve our souls and bodies we thee pray God grant we may so run this mortal race That we in heaven may have a resting-place Preserve the King the Queen and Progeny The Clergy Counsel and Nobility Preserve our souls and bodies I thee pray Amen with me let all good Christians say London Printed by and for W. O. and are to be sold by the Booksellers of Pye-corner and London-bridge