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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	cause_n	eternal_a	sin_n	4,291	5	4.9870	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A86259	His noble numbers, or, His pious pieces vvherein (amongst other things) he sings the birth of his Christ : and sighes for his Saviours suffering on the crosse.	Herrick, Robert, 1591-1674.	1647 (1647)	Wing H1597; Thomason E1090_1	26,374	82

God He is there where's nothing else Schooles say And nothing else is there where He 's away The Resurrection possible and probable FOr each one Body that i' th earth is sowne There 's an up-rising but of one for one But for each Graine that in the ground is thrown Threescore or fourescore spring up thence for one So that the wonder is not halfe so great Of ours as is the rising of the wheat Christs suffering IUstly our dearest Saviour may abhorre us Who hath more suffer'd by us farre then for us Sinners SInners confounded are a twofold way Either as when the learned Schoolemen say Mens sins destroyed are when they repent Or when for sins men suffer punishment Temptations NO man is tempted so but may o'recome If that he has a will to Masterdome Pittie and punishment GOD doth embrace the good with love gaines The good by mercy as the bad by paines Gods price and mans price GOd bought man here wtsh his hearts blood expence And man sold God here for base thirty pence Christs Action CHRIST never did so great a work but there His humane Nature did in part appeare Or ne're so meane a peece but men might see Therein some beames of His Divinitie So that in all He did there did combine His Humane Nature and His Part Divine Predestination PRedestination is the Cause alone Of many standing but of fall to none Another ARt thou not destin'd then with hast go on To make thy faire Predestination If thou canst change thy life God then will please To change or call back His past Sentences Sin SIn never slew a soule unlesse there went Along with it some tempting blandishment Another SIn is an act so free that if we shall Say 't is not free 't is then no sin at all Another SIn is the cause of death and sin 's alone The cause of Gods Predestination And from Gods Prescience of mans sin doth flow Our Destination to eternall woe Prescience GOds Prescience makes none sinfull but th' offence Of man's the chief cause of Gods Prescience Christ TO all our wounds here whatsoe're they be Christ is the one sufficient Remedie Christs Incarnation CHRIST took our Nature on Him not that He 'Bove all things lov'd it for the puritie No but He drest Him with our humane Trim Because our flesh stood most in need of Him Heaven HEaven is not given for our good works here Yet it is given to the Labourer Gods keyes GOD has foure keyes which He reserves alone The first of Raine the key of Hell next known With the third key He opes and shuts the wombe And with the fourth key He unlocks the tombe Sin THere 's no constraint to do amisse Whereas but one enforcement is Almes GIve unto all lest he whom thou deni'st May chance to be no other man but Christ Hell fire ONe onely fire has Hell but yet it shall Not after one sort there excruciate all But look how each transgressor onward went Boldly in sin shall feel more punishment To keep a true Lent 1 IS this a Fast to keep The Larder leane And cleane From fat of Veales and Sheep 2 Is it to quit the dish Of Flesh yet still To fill The platter high with Fish 3 Is it to fast an houre Or rag'd to go Or show A down-cast look and sowre 4 No 't is a Fast to dole Thy sheaf of wheat And meat Unto the hungry Soule 5 It is to fast from strife From old debate And hate To circumcise thy life 6 To shew a heart grief-rent To sterve thy sin Not Bin And that 's to keep thy Lent No time in Eternitie BY houres we all live here in Heaven is known No spring of Time or Times succession His Meditation upon Death BE those few hours which I have yet to spend Blest with the Meditation of my end Though they be few in number I 'm content If otherwise I stand indifferent Nor makes it matter Nestors yeers to tell If man lives long and if he live not well A multitude of dayes still heaped on Seldome brings order but confusion Might I make choice long life sho'd be with-stood Nor wo'd I care how short it were if good Which to effect let ev'ry passing Bell Possesse my thoughts next comes my dolefull knell And when the night perswades me to my bed I 'le thinke I 'm going to be buried So shall the Blankets which come over me Present those Turfs which once must cover me And with as firme behaviour I will meet The sheet I sleep in as my Winding-sheet When sleep shall bath his body in mine eyes I will believe that then my body dies And if I chance to wake and rise thereon I 'le have in mind my Resurrection Which must produce me to that Gen'rall Doome To which the Pesant so the Prince must come To heare the Judge give sentence on the Throne Without the least hope of affection Teares at that day shall make but weake defence When Hell and Horrour fright the Conscience Let me though late yet at the last begin To shun the least Temptation to a sin Though to be tempted be no sin untill Man to th' alluring object gives his will Such let my life assure me when my breath Goes theeving from me I am safe in death Which is the height of comfort when I fall I rise triumphant in my Funerall Cloaths for Continuance THose Garments lasting evermore Are works of mercy to the poore Which neither Tettar Time or Moth Shall fray that silke or fret this cloth To God COme to me God but do not come To me as to the gen'rall Doome In power or come Thou in that state When Thou Thy Lawes didst promulgate When as the Mountains quak'd for dread And sullen clouds bound up his head No lay thy stately terrours by To talke with me familiarly For if Thy thunder-claps I heare I shall lesse swoone then die for feare Speake thou of love and I 'le reply By way of Epithalamie Or sing of mercy and I 'le suit To it my Violl and my Lute Thus let Thy lips but love distill Then come my God and hap what will The Soule WHen once the Soule has lost her way O then how restlesse do's she stray And having not her God for light How do's she erre in endlesse night The Judgement day IN doing justice God shall then be known Who shewing mercy here few priz'd or none Sufferings WE merit all we suffer and by far More stripes then God layes on the sufferer Paine and pleasure GOD suffers not His Saints and Servants deere To have continuall paine or pleasure here But look how night succeeds the day so He Gives them by turnes their grief and jollitie Gods presence GOD is all-present to what e're we do And as all-present so all-filling too Another TThat there 's a God we all do know But what God is we cannot show The poore mans part TEll me rich man for what intent Thou

would Devote to Thee both incense myrrhe and gold Upon an Altar rear'd by Him and crown'd Both with the Rubie Pearle and Diamond On Heaven PErmit mine eyes to see Part or the whole of Thee O happy place Where all have Grace And Garlands shar'd For their reward Where each chast Soule In long white stole And Palmes in hand Do ravisht stand So in a ring The praises sing Of Three in One That fill the Throne While Harps and Vlolls then To Voices say Amen The Summe and the Satisfaction LAst night I drew up mine Account And found my Debits to amount To such a height as for to tell How I sho'd pay 's impossible Well this I 'le do my mighty score Thy mercy-seat I 'le lay before But therewithall I 'le bring the Band Which in full force did daring stand Till my Redeemer on the Tree Made void for millions as for me Then if Thou bidst me pay or go Unto the prison I 'le say no Christ having paid I nothing owe For this is sure the Debt is dead By Law the Bond once cancelled Good men afflicted most GOD makes not good men wantons but doth bring Them to the field and there to skirmishing With trialls those with terrors these He proves And hazards those most whom the most He loves For Sceva darts for Cocles dangers thus He finds a fire for mighty Mutius Death for stout Cato and besides all these A poyson too He has for Socrates Torments for high Attilius and with want Brings in Fabricius for a Combatant But bastard-slips and such as He dislikes He never brings them once to th' push of Pikes Good Christians PLay their offensive and defensive parts Till they be hid o're with a wood of darts The Will the cause of Woe WHen man is punisht he is plagued still Not for the fault of Nature but of will To Heaven OPen thy gates To him who weeping waits And might come in But that held back by sin Let mercy be So kind to set me free And I will strait Come in or force the gate The Recompence ALL I have lost that co'd be rapt from me And fare it well yet Herrick if so be Thy Deerest Saviour renders thee but one Smile that one smile 's full restitution To God PArdon me God once more I Thee intreat That I have plac'd Thee in so meane a seat Where round about Thou seest but all things vaine Uncircumcis'd unseason'd and prophane But as Heavens publike and immortall Eye Looks on the filth but is not soil'd thereby So Thou my God may'st on this impure look But take no tincture from my sinfull Book Let but one beame of Glory on it shine And that will make me and my Work divine To God LOrd I am like to Misletoe Which has no root and cannot grow Or prosper but by that same tree It clings about so I by Thee What need I then to feare at all So long as I about Thee craule But if that Tree sho'd fall and die Tumble shall heav'n and down will I. His wish to God I Would to God that mine old age might have Before my last but here a living grave Some one poore Almes-house there to lie or stir Ghost-like as in my meaner sepulcher A little piggin and a pipkin by To hold things fitting my necessity Which rightly us'd both in their time and place Might me excite to fore and after-grace Thy Crosse my Christ fixt 'fore mine eyes sho'd be Not to adore that but to worship Thee So here the remnant of my dayes I 'd spend Reading Thy Bible and my Book so end Satan WHen we ' gainst Satan stoutly fight the more He teares and tugs us then he did before Neglecting once to cast a frown on those Whom ease makes his without the help of blowes Hell HEll is no other but a soundlesse pit Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it The way WHen I a ship see on the Seas Cuft with those watrie savages And therewithall behold it hath In all that way no beaten path Then with a wonder I confesse Thou art our way i' th wildernesse And while we blunder in the dark Thou art our candle there or spark Great grief great glory THe lesse our sorrowes here and suffrings cease The more our Crownes of Glory there increase Hell HEll is the place where whipping-cheer abounds But no one Jailor there to wash the wounds The Bell-man A Long the dark and silent night With my Lantern and my Light And the tinkling of my Bell Thus I walk and this I tell Death and dreadfulnesse call on To the gen'rall Session To whose dismall Barre we there All accompts must come to cleere Scores of sins w 'ave made here many Wip't out few God knowes if any Rise ye Debters then and fall To make paiment while I call Ponder this when I am gone By the clock 't is almost One The goodnesse of his God WHen Winds and Seas do rage And threaten to undo me Thou dost their wrath asswage If I but call unto Thee A mighty storm last night Did seek my soule to swallow But by the peep of light A gentle calme did follow What need I then despaire Though ills stand round about me Since mischiefs neither dare To bark or bite without Thee The VViddowes teares or Dirge of Dorcas 1 COme pitie us all ye who see Our Harps hung on the Willow-tree Come pitie us ye Passers by Who see or heare poor Widdowes crie Come pitie us and bring your eares And eyes to pitie Widdowes teares Chor. And when you are come hither Then we will keep A Fast and weep Our eyes out all together 2. For Tabitha who dead lies here Clean washt and laid out for the Beere O modest Matrons weep and waile For now the Corne and Wine must faile The Basket and the Bynn of Bread Wherewith so many soules were fed Chor. Stand empty here for ever And ah the Poore At thy worne Doore Shall be releeved never 3. Woe worth the Time woe worth the day That reav'd us of thee Tabitha For we have lost with thee the Meale The Bits the Morsells and the deale Of gentle Paste and yeelding Dow That Thou on Widdowes didst bestow Chor. All 's gone and Death hath taken Away from us Our Maundie thus Thy Widdowes stand forsaken 4. Ah Dorcas Dorcas now adieu We bid the Creuse and Pannier too I and the flesh for and the fish Dol'd to us in That Lordly dish We take our leaves now of the Loome From whence the house-wives cloth did come Chor. The web affords now nothing Thou being dead The woosted thred Is cut that made us clothing 5. Farewell the Flax and Reaming wooll With which thy house was plentifull Farewell the Coats the Garments and The Sheets the Rugs made by thy hand Farewell thy Fier and thy Light That ne're went out by Day or Night Chor. No or thy zeale so speedy That found a way By peep of day To feed