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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	bring_v	sin_n	spirit_n	4,382	5	5.1469	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03212	An elegy on the death of that much lamented and no less wanted, industrious labourer in Gods vineyard, the Reverend Mr. Ralph Venning, vvho quitted this vale of tears, and put on immortality the 10th day of this instant March, 1673/4.		1674 (1674)	Wing E393; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[155]; ESTC R36105	1,709	1

An Elegy on the Death of that much Lamented And no less wanted Industrious Labourer in Gods Vineyard the Reverend Mr. Ralph Venning Who quitted this Vale of Tears and put on Immortality the 10 th day of this Instant March 1673 4. Fretum vitae gaudente Carina Tranavit Tutum tenet Anchora portum Nunc hilaris ventos ridet tumidasque Procellas HArk how our Sion with Heart-piercing Groans Her Chariots and her Horsemens Loss bemoans See! how each Pious blubber'd Cheek doth wear The sad Ennamell of a Briny Tear Each Soul turns a Close Mourner in its Cell And ev'ry Tongue becomes 〈◊〉 Passing-Bell Must good Men still dye first and is there gone Another Cedar in our Lebanon Are Holy powr'full Preachers snatch'd so fast They 'r Pre●iou● Death Oh! do not make such wast Well may the Scarlet Whore begin her Tricks Such Lights pufe out threatens our Candlesticks And we may fear that God intendeth wars When he thus fast calls home's Ambassadors Sweet Pious VENNING could no longer stay CARRYL in Glory Beckon'd him away Whilst Heav'n to lend more Moisture to our Eyes At his Remove in Tears did Sympathize But Love and Zeal appear'd so I hill below They soon Congeal'd each falling drop to Snow Yet that White Roah the Earth put on did prove But a black foil to what he wears Above Go happy Saint I knew 't was not a Shrine Of Flesh could lodge so pure a Soul as thine I saw it Labour in a holy scorn Of living Dust and Ashes to be sworn A Heav'nly Quirister it sigh'd and groan'd To be dissolv'd from Mortall and Enthron'd Amongst his Fellow-Angels there to Sing Perpetual Anthems to His Heavenly King He was a Stranger to his House of Clay Scarce own'd it but that necessary stay Mis-call'd it His and only zeal did make Him love the Building for the Builders sake Amongst the Throng that Croud to Sacrifice To 's Memory the Torrents of their Eyes Let me although a Stranger unto those That Weep in Rhyme though oft I Mourn in Prose Water his Herse since my Big-bellied eyes Long for Deliv'ry at his Obsequies Wherein what Art and Nature both deny Grief and the Subjects Merits may Supply For who e're writes but Truth of Him will be Slander'd by Ignorance with Poetry And those that speak not half his worth in Verse The Sensual Crew may think Idolaters But flattery can never Reach his State We only Praise to make men Imitate And so must spe●●● in sober terms for know If Saints in Heav'n can ●ear things here below A Lye though in his Praise would make him Frown And Chide us when in Glory he comes down With his Dear Lord to Judge the World and pay Each Soul Rewards according to its way He was no Jingling Drolster of the times That as on Stage up to a Pulpit clymes To tr●fle out an hour Tickle the Ear And Lullaby their Heads to sleep that hear Whose Preachments are but a Romantick Clatter A Sea of words but scarce a drop of matter Some Pye-bald scraps of new Philosophy Or Dough-bak'd Dictates of Morality Nor was he of that rash unpolisht Race Whose Sluttish hands do Sacred things disgrace Knowledge and Zeal in him so sweetly met His Pulpit seem'd a Second Oliver Where from his Lips he would deliver things As though some Seraphin had clap'd his Wings His painful Sermons were so neatly drest As if an Antheme were in Prose exprest Yet quick and pow'rfull that without controule They reach'd the Heart and peirc'd the very Soul Oh! what an excellent Surgeon has he been To Set a Conscience out of joint by Sin He at one blow could VVound and Heal whilst all Wondred to find a Purge a Cordial His Manna-Breathing Sermons often have Given our Good Thoughts new Life our Bad a Grave His Life was the Use of 's Doctrine still annext And all his Actions Comments on his Text He made a Christian Frame of Heart appear So Imitable that Preach'd ev'ry where Nor owe we less to his Ingenious Quill VVhereby although now Dead he Preaches still The Way to Happiness he plainly show'd And how Canaan with Milk and Hony Flow'd To Things worth thinking on he did apply And still sought to promote true Piety Sins dreadfull Plague-Sore which none should endure He soon discovers and prescribes a Cure And when 's quaint wit brought forth a Paradox His Christian Spirit made it Orthodox In Life he taught to Dye and now did give In Death a great example how to Live Fond Earth then cease and let thy childish eyes Ne'r weep for Him thou ne'r knew'st how to prize But if you needs must weep oh come come in Ye Multitudes his pains have heal'd of Sin If you 'l be grateful Debtors pay him now Some of those Tears which he laid out for you LONDON Printed in the Year 1674.