Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	call_v	life_n	spirit_n	4,419	5	5.0185	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37242	A work for none but angels & men. That is to be able to look into, and to know our selves. Or a book shewing what the soule is, subsisting and having its operations without the body; its more th[e]n a perfection or reflection of the sense, or teperature of humours: how she exercises her powers of vegetative or quickening power of the senses. Of the imaginations or common sense, the phantasie, sensative memory, passions motion of life, local motion, and intellectual powers of the soul. Of the wit, understanding, reason, opinion, judgement, power of will, and the relations betwixt wit & wil. Of the intellectual memory, that the soule is immortall, and cannot dye, cannot be destroyed, her cause ceaseth not, violence nor time cannot destroy her; and all objections answered to the contrary.; Nosce teipsum. Selections	Davies, John, Sir, 1569-1626.	1653 (1653)	Wing D409; ESTC R207134	24,057	52

Because at first she doth the earth benold And onely this materiall world she viewes At first our mother earth she holdeth dear And doth embrace the world and worldly things She flies close by the ground and hovers here And mounts not up with her celestiall wings Yet under heaven she cannot light on ought That with her heavenly nature doth agree She cannot rest she cannot fix her thought She cannot in this world contented be For who did ever yet in honour wealth Or pleasure of the Sense contentment find Who ●ver●ea●●d to wish when he had health Or having wisdome was not vext in mind Then as a Bee which ammong weeds doth fall Which seem sweet flowers with lustre fresh and gay She lights on that and this and tasteth all But pleasd with none doth rise and sore away So when the Soule finds here no true content And like Noahs Dove can no sure sooting take She doth returne from whence she first was sent And flyes to him that first her wings did make Wit seeking truth from cause to cause ascends And never rests till it the first attaine Will seeking good finds many middle ends But never stayes till it the last do gaine Now God the Truth and first of Causes is God is the last good end which lasteth still Being Alpha and Omega nam'd for this Alpha to Wit Omega to the will Sith then her heavenly kind she doth bewray In that to God she doth directly move And on no mortail thing can make her stay She cannot be from hence but from aboue And yet this first true cause and last good end She cannot hear so well and truely see For this perfection she must yet attend Till to her maker she espoused be As a Kings daughter being in person sought Of diverse Princes which do neighbour near On none of them can fix a constant thought Though she to all do lend a gentle ear Yet can she love a Forraigne Emperour Whom of great worth and power she hears to be If she be woo'd but by Embassadour Or but his Letters or his picture see For well she knowes that when she shall be brought Into the Kingdome where her Spouse doth raigne Her eyes shall see what she conceiv'd in thought Himself his state his glory and his traine So while the Virgin Soule on earth doth stay She woo'd and tempted is ten thousand wayes By these great powers which on the earth bear sway The wisedome of the world wealth pleasure praise With these sometime she doth her time beguile These do by fits her phantasie possesse But she distaits them all within a while And in the sweetest finds a tediousnesse But if upon the worlds Almighty King She once do fix her humble loving thought Which by his picture drawne in every thing And sacred messages her love hath sought Of him she thinks she cannot think too much This honey tasted still is ever sweet The pleasure of her ravisht thought is such At almost here she with her blisse doth meet But when in Heaven she shall his Essence see This is her soveraigne good and perfect blisse Her longings wishings hopes all finisht be Her joyes are full her motions rest in this There is she Crown'd with Garlands of Content There doth she Manna eat and Nectar drink That presence doth such high delights present As never tongue could speak nor heart could think For this the better Soules do oft despise The Bodies d●ath and do it oft desire For when on ground the burthened ballance lyes The empty part is listed up the higher FANCIE Apelike I all thinges imitate New proiects fashions I inuent Dreame-like I them vary-straite All Shapes to head harte present But if the Bodies death the Soule should kill Then death must needs Against her nature be And were it so all Soules would flye it still For Nature hates and shuns her contrary For all things else which Nature makes to be Their being to preserve are chiefly taught For though some things desire a change to see Yet never thing did long to turn to nought If then by death the Soule were quenched quite She could not thus against her nature run Since every senslesse thing by Natures light Doth preservation seek destruction shun Nor could the worlds best spirits so much erre If death took all that they should all agree Before this life their honour to prefer For what is praise to things that nothing be Againe if by the Bodies prop she stand If on the Bodies life her life depend As Meleagers on the fatall brand The Bodies good she onely would intend We should not find her halfe so brave and bold To lead it to the wars and to the Seas To make it suffer watchings hunger cold When it might feed with plenty rest with ease Doubtlesse all Soules have a surviving thought Therefore of death we think with quiet mind But if we think of being turn'd to nought A trembling horror in our Soules we find And as the better spirit when she doth bear A scorne of death doth shew she cannot dye So when the wicked Soule deaths face doth fear Even then she proves her owne Eternity For when deaths from appears she feareth not An utter quenching or extinguishment She would be glad to meet with such a lot That so she might all future ill prevent But she doth doubt what after may befall For natures law accuseth her within And saith 't is true that is affirm'd by all That after death there is a pain for sin Then she which hath been hoodwinckt from her birth Doth first her selfe within Deaths mirror see And when her Body doth returne to earth She first takes care how she alone shall be Whoever sees these irreligious men With burthen of a sicknesse weak and faint But hears them talking of Religion then And vowing of their Soules to every Saint When was there ever cursed Atheist brought Unto the Gibbet but he did adore That blessed power which he had set at nought Scorn'd and blasphemed all his life before These light vaine persons still are drunk and mad With surfetings and pleasures of their youth But at their deaths they are fresh sober sad Then they discerne and then they speak the truth If then all Soules both good and bad do teach With generall voyce that Soules can never dye T is not mans flattering glose but Natures speech Which like Gods Oracle can never lye Hence springs that universall strong desire Which all men have of Immortality Not some few spirits unto this thought aspire But all mens minds in this united be Then this desire of Nature is not vaine She covets not impossibilities Fond thoughts may fall into some idle braine But one Assent of all is ever wise From hence that generall care and study springs That lanching and progression of the mind Which all men have so much of future things As they no joy do in the present find From this desire that maine

weaknesse of the mind But of the Sense for if the mind did wast In all old men we should this wasting find When they some certaine terme of years had past But most of them even to their dying hour Retaine a mind more lively quick and strong And better use their understanding power Then when their brains were warm and limbs were young Yet say these men if all her Organs dye Then hath the Soule no power her powers to use So in a sort her powers extinct do lye When unto act she cannot them reduce And if her powers be dead then what is she For since from every thing some powers do spring And from those powers some acts proceeding be Then kill both power and act and kill the thing Doubtles the bodies death when once it dies The instruments of sense and life doth kill So that she cannot use those faculties Although their root restin her substance still But as the body living wit and will Can judge and chuse without the bodies aid Though on such objects they are working still As through the bodies Organs are conveyd So when the body serves her turne no more And all her Senses are extinct and gone She can discourse of what she learn'd before In heavenly contemplations all alone And though the Instruments by which we live And view the world the bodies death to kill Yet with the body they shall all revive And all their wonted offices fulfill But how till then shall she her selfe imploy Her spies are dead which brought home news before What she hath got and keeps she may enjoy But she hath means to understand no more Then what do those poor Soules which nothing get Or what do those which get and cannot keep Like Buckets bottomlesse which all out let Those Soules for want of exercise must sleep See how mans Soule against it selfe doth strive Why should we not have other means to know As children while within the womb they live Feed by the navil here they feed not so These children if they had some use of sense And should by chance their mothers talking heare That in short time they shall come forth from thence Would fear their birth more then our death we feare They would cry out if we this place shall leave Then shall we break our tender navil strings How shall we then our nourishment receive Since our sweet food no other conduit brings And if a man should to these babes reply That into this faire world they shal be brought Where they shal see the earth the sea the sky The glorious Sun and all that God hath wrought That there ten thousand dainties they shal meet Which by their mouths they shal with pleasure take Which shal be cordial too aswel as sweet And of their little limbs tall bodies make This would they think a fable even as we Do think the story of the golden age Or as some sensual spirits amongst us be Which hold the world to come a faigned stage Yet shall these infants after find all true Though then thereof they nothing could conceive Assoon as they are borne the world they view And with their mouths the Nurses milk receive So when the Soule is borne for death is nought But the Soules birth and so we should it call Ten thousand things she sees beyond her thought And in an unknown manner knowes them all Then doth she see by Spectacles no more She hears not by report of double spies Her selfe in instants doth all things explore For each thing present and before her lyes But still this Crew with Questions me pursues If Soules deceasd say they still living be Why do they not return to bring us newes Of that strange world where they such wonders see The Soule hath here on earth no more to do Then we have businesse in our mothers womb What child doth covet to returne thereto Although all children first from thence do come And doubtlesse such a Soule as up doth mount And doth appear before her Makers face Holds this vile world in such a base account As she looks down and scorns this wretched place But such as are detruded downe to Hell Either for shame they still themselves retire Or tyed in chaines they in close Prison dwell And cannot come although they much desire Well well say these vaine spirits though vain it is To think our Soules to heaven or hel do go Politick men have thought it not amisse To spread this lye to make men vertuous so Do you then think this moral vertue good I think you do even for your private gain For Common-wealths by vertue ever stood And common good the private doth contain Oh how can that be false which every tongue Of every mortal man affirmes for true Which truth hath in all ages been so strong As load-stone like all hearts it ever drew For not the Christian or the Jew alone The Persian or the Turk acknowledge this This mystery to the wild Indian knowne And to the Cannibal and Tartar is None that acknowledge God or providence Their Soules eternity did ever doubt For all Religion takes her root from hence Which no poor naked Nation lives without If death do quench us quite we have great Wrong Since for our service all things else were wrought That Dawes Trees and Rocks should last so long When we must in an instant passe to nought But blest be that great power that hath us blest With longer life then heaven or earth can have Which hath enfusd into one mortal brest Immortal powers not subject to the grave For though the Soule do seem her grave to bear And in this world is almost buried quick We have no cause the bodies death to fear For when the shel is broke ou● comes a Chick For as the Soules Essential powers are three The quickning power the power of Sense and Reason Three kinds of life to her designed be Which perfect these three powers in their due season The fi●st life in the mothers womb is spent Where she her nursing power doth onely use Where when she finds defects of nourishment Sh'expels her body and this world she viewes This we call Birth but if the Child could speake He Death would call it and of nature plaine Tha she would thrust him out naked and weak And in h●s passage pinch him with such paine Yet out he comes and in this world is plac't Where all his Senses in perfection be Where he finds flowers to smel and truits to tast And sounds to hear and sundry formes to see When he hath past some time upon this stage His Reason then a little seems to wake Which though she spring when sense doth fade with age Yet can she here no perfect practise make Then doth th' aspiring Soule the body leave Which we call death but were it known to all What life our Soules do by this death receive Men would

it Birth or Gaole-delivery call In this third life Reason will be so bright As that her spark will like the Sun-beams shine And shall of God enjoy the real sight Being still increast by influence Divine O ignorant poor man wha● d●st thou bear Lock't up within the Casket of thy breast What Jewels and what riches hast thou there What heavenly treasure in so weak a chest Look in thy Soule and thou shalt beauties find Like those which drown'd Narcissus in the flood Honour and Pleasure both are in thy mind And all that in the world is counted good There are a Crew of fellowes of suppose That angle for their victualls with their nose As quick as Beagles in the smelling sence To smell a feast in Pauses 2 miles from thence Think of her worth and think that God did mean This worthy mind should worthy things embrace Blot not her beauties with thy thoughts unclean Nor her dishonour with thy passions base Kill not her quickning power with surfettings Mar not her sense with Sensuality Cast not her serious wit on idle things Make not her free-will slave to vanity And when thou think'st of her eternity Think not that death against her nature is Think it a birth and when thou goest to dye Sing like a Swan as if thou went'st to bliss And if thou like a Child didst fear before Being in the dark where thou did'st nothing see Now I have brought thee Torch-light fear no more Now when thou diest thou canst not hoodwinkt be Take heed of over-weening and compare Thy Peacocks feet with thy gay Peacocks train Study the best and highest things that are But of thy self an humble thought retain Cast down thy selfe and only strive to raise The glory of thy Makers sacred name Use all thy powers that blessed power to praise Which gives thee power to be and use the same FINIS What the Soule is That the soul is a thing subsisting by it selse without the body That the soul hath a proper Operation without the body That the soul is more then the temperatures of the humours of the Bodie That the soul is a Spirit That it cannot be a Body That the soul is created immediately by God Zech. 12.1 Erronious opinions of the creation of Soules That the soul is not traduced from the parents Reasons drawn from nature Why the soul is united to the body In what manner the Soule is united to the Body How the soul doth exercise her powers in the Body The vegetative or quickning power The power of Sense Sight The Phantasie The sensative Memory The passions of Sense The motion of life The locall motion The intellectuall powers of the Soule The Wit or understanding Reason Understanding Opinion Judgement Note The Power or Will The relations betwixt Wit and Will The Intellectual Memory An Acclamation That the soul is immortal cannot dye 1 Reason Drawne from the desire of Knowledge 2 Reason Drawne from the Motion of the Soule The Soule compared to a River 4 Reason From contempt of death in the better fort of 〈◊〉 4 Reason From the fear of death i' the wicked souls 5 Reason From the generall desire of imortality 6 Reason From the very doubt and dispuration of immortality That the soul cannot be destroyed Her cause ceaseth not She hath no contrary She can't dye for want of food Violence cannot destroy her Time cannot destroy her Objections against the immortality of the Soule 1 Objection Answer 2 Objection Answer 3 Objection Answer 4 Objection Answer 5 Objection Answer The generall consent of all Three kinds of life answerable to the three powers of the Soule An Acclamation