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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	bring_v	day_n	life_n	5,187	5	4.3318	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A54431	Glorious glimmerings of the life of love, unity, and pure joy vvritten in Rome prison of madmen in the year 1660, but conserved as in obscurity until my arrival at Barbados in the year 1662, from whence it is sent the second time to the Lord's lambs / by J.P.	J. P. (John Perrot), d. 1671?	1663 (1663)	Wing P1618; ESTC R3019	10,406	15

Glorious Glimmerings OF THE LIFE OF LOVE UNITY And pure JOY VVritten in Rome Prison of Madmen in the Year 1660. but conserved as in Obscurity until my arrival at Barbados in the year 1662. From whence it is sent the second time to the Lord's Lambs By J. P. LONDON Printed for Robert Wilson 1663. JOHN the Prisoner for the Witness of the Power of GOD in the blessed Tribulation Patience Content and Peace of the Lamb To the sanctified heavenly Flock of Gods only and alone Pasture in the Bowels which is a daily Supplication and Intercession most internal Salutation c. THe Magnificency of the Most Mighty and his Supremacy stands on high in Dominion over all things So Omnipotent is his Essence in all his Purposes and Passages that if he but thinketh of Visitations Nations are scattered before him or if He but steppeth among Kings and Princes in the Jealousie of his Displeasure and spurneth with his foot at their Thrones As the storms of the East wind rooteth up the lofty trees of the Mountain of the Forest even so of a sudden becomes their Seats besides the foundation of their Palaces sinks down as a Wall which the openings of an Earthquake hath swallowed in her hungry womb who reduceth the banks of Pride and Munitions of Arrogancy unto the destiny of a fall into the gaping Gulf of the mouth of exceeding Misery Let Mountains now be bent to roar like Oceans Noises And let the Rocks be rent converted into Voices For how can Stones but speak with Iron Steel and Brass And Adamants but break at what is come to pass And sound in one set hour forth shouts of his Renown Whose glorious mighty Power Eternity doth crown For hath not he made Owls with Moles and Batts to sing Like as the chanting Fowls harmonious tunes in Spring And Eagles he and she made both to loath their prey Two Turtle-Doves to be in Shilo's shining day And hath not be the Bear the Panther and the Lion In substance made appear like Lambs in holy Sion And by his Mercy rich transform'd the Serpents sting Into a Vertue which from Death to Life doth bring And made of Rocks a Fountain and Stones refreshing streams And of a Grain a Mountain and Darkness Orion's Beams And made of puddle mire a Limpid Pond of pleasure Whence Fishes joyes as fire ascend exceeding measure He turn'd the hiddious Night into a glorious Day And cut through clouds a Light and Hills a Level way And made a Seed a Sheaf the Sick Sound and Strong Weak The Blind to see and Deaf to hear and Dumb to speak And Wine did purely sever from mud which man did mingle Which is enough for ever to make all ears to tingle Sure whilst I meditate his glorious Wonders The Heavens praise Him with the shouts of Thunders The Stars with Hymns harmonious abound And each bright Cloud like as a Trump doth sound The showrs of Rain melodious Message brings And Dews descend with tunes of Cymbal strings The Rainbow's bent with Viol strings above Shooting her Musick Shafts of Orions Love Which fly through Heav'n with loud Organs sound Which opens Seas deeps yea and rents the ground These Influences dropping down like Showers And piercing through my Vitals over-powers My Soul with Solace and on Wings doth carry Her up above in Melody to marry Sweet Pleiades who gathers with imbraces Her in his Arms of his Supernal Graces Whose virtuous Breath like Brooks doth overflow His own Plantation in the Valleys low Which makes the Seed spring up and Plants to flourish In all her Branches which the Root doth nourish And each green Bough with fruits of Joy doth bend At Blessings root that Joyes may never end Ah! thou the Building founded on the Rock Whose Door Arts engines never can unlock Nor can thy Scituation by fierce blusters Be shaken nor can Force which Pharoah musters Drawn up with roaring Cannons for to prove The substance of thy Walls which Hell can't move ' Cause thy Inhabitants as Wind to waver But they in war sweet Songs to Lutes do quaver Whom Combats crown with conquest by the might Of God who for them doth the Battle fight For he 's Victorious under whose blest Banner They are preserved in securest manner Who rushes in the Woods among the Trees And makes his foes drop down like smother'd Bees There 's no Enchantments nay nor Wizards charms Can Him withstand nor forcs of Hostile Armes Who makes his Opposits in blood to wallow And Earth to gape them greedily to swallow Wherefore ye Sons your Instruments prepare With strained strings most exquisitely rare And sweetly tun'd with Muses whet most sharp Our God's Renown and Praise thereon to harp Since from his hand abundantly your Souls Have drunk Salvation up like Wine in bowls And made you eat of Mercies numberless And cloath'd you with Compassions in distress And let his Glory be your meditations And his high Honour all your contemplations For such effects will sure produce increase Of Joy and Gladness joyn'd to endless Peace And now the countenances of an illustrious Off-spring and comliness of a numberless train of the most enamoured beautiful Virgins doth compass my waste as with the girdings of a cincture of ravishment to whom though I have but the weakness of utterance and feebleness of stammering expressions yet with the sincerity of a simple soul and fervency of a burning spirit I am impulsively constrained to vocifie although but through the smallest Organ of the Quire saying to my beloved O ye enamoured Daughters of Jerusalem and Sons of Sions King in whom the Righteousness of his Majesty is revealed and the Wisdom of his Holiness from above to seek an entrance of utterance towards you I may wisely first interrogate saying How may I utter or in what manner may I paraphrase to render you an ample proportioned Remonstrance of that Love of our only Father which is locked up as mine everlasting debt and your peculiar treasure in the most secret Cabbinet of my inner Closer reserved for the day of your service Verily nothing can open it as it is besides the Key of the Kingdom within you nor declare it as it ought to be spoken but the tongue of the Learned which is given you and being declared not an ear can hear it save that of the Lamb without spot or if it were printed on Parchment or engraven on Brass not an eye could discern the perspicuity of the Characters so as to give a voice of fluentness of the liberal sound thereof except the tender Eye of the Turtle-Dove whose Sight is a searcher into secrets in all which you are known unto me by whom I am perfectly received and manifestly understood as the Savory Voice of your Beloved instantly and intimately with you in the dearest conjunction of Eternity which must never end for as fuel which is cast into flames yeeldeth but the same natural effect of fervour and as Gold that is melted with