Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	cross_n	die_v	sin_n	4,523	5	4.7646	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A67600	The court convert: or, A sincere sorrow for sin, faithfully travers'd expressing the dignity of a true penitent. Drawn in little by one, whose manifold misfortunes abroad, have render'd him necessitated, to seek for shelter here; by dedicating himself and this small poem. By H.A. gent.	H. W. (Henry Waring)	1695 (1695)	Wing W856AA; ESTC R219546	6,727	45

a Place Where you will bless the Day you first awoke The happy Time in which your Slumber broke Crowds of all Blessings will your Hearts invade And your fresh blooming Joys will never fade No more the Storms of Princes you will fear That cause so many Wrecks and Wretches here Where in a Moment all the Cargo's lost Which your whole Stock of anxious Care has cost One Day with GOD affords you more Content Than twenty Lives in Courts of Princes spent An angry Word a Slight a gloomy Frown Will be enough to cast a Courtier down ●f he would beg a Favour of his King Let his Request be ne'er so mean a thing A hundred Journeys he must undertake His Suit to this and that great Courtier make Thousands of Legs and Cringes it will cost ●nd after all perhaps his Labour 's lost ●ut with GOD's Votaries it is not so We cannot ask so fast as He 'll bestow His EAR is still to hear our Suits inclin'd And to each Suitor daily proveth kind HE often hears before we are aware And our least Wants by HIM consider'd are The smallest Hair falls not beside HIS Care On HIM we cannot our good Thoughts displace Unless we madly throw away HIS Grace Only to Him our Hearts should yield the Sway And not by false Obedience Heaven betray For first GOD doth what he would have us do Love with a Love beyond Example true His Charming Law is LOVE His Yoke is sweet Both for the King and poorest Beggar meet Easy and Light alike to Great and Small And the same Hire proposed to them all Of Monarchs he to Him is Great alone Who to himself becomes a Little One. The only Greatness which poor Man can have ●s to be here his Great Redeemer's Slave That King that doth not Heav'n's just King obey A Traitor is himself to Majesty The simple Shepherd who with chast Desire The cheerful Innocence to Heav'n aspires The honest painful Labourer who sweats ●rom Morn to Night to get the Bread he eats ●f he serves Heaven is indeed more Great Than Kings with all their Pride and Purple State Thrice brave those Monarchs who had dar'd to fly ●rom all th' alluring Charms of Majesty Lay down the Sword their conqu'ring Troops forsake Unarm'd alone the Heaven of Heavens t'attack A Holy War with Hosts of Pleasures wage ●nd tho the Flesh did for the Foe ingage Triumph'd o'er Foreign and Domestick Rage Thrice blest are those who fled from being Great From Courts to safer Cottages retreat Heaven kindly doth their humble Thoughts defeat For Greatness while they strive to shun they meet They are made Great and so more glorious Kings By being just than by all earthly Things Ah! how we win in losing for our GOD While Heav'n is gain'd for a poor sorry Clod Of Earth When for a short Grief here endur'd We are of Everlasting Joys assur'd Since for one Pleasure we refuse our Sense We shall have Millions for our Recompence Poor abus'd Men unlucky Flock they stray Without the Shepherd void of the right Way Unthinking Souls that perish with Delight Which all the Threats of Heav'n cannot affright F●r sure those Pains which do on Sin attend ●ins which begin but never must have end ●●e immaterial Fire that burneth still ●●t to their great Misfortune cannot kill ●he Devil's Dungeon and all sorts of Pain ●hich Human Fortitude cannot sustain ●ight one wou'd think Mens brutish Courage shake ●nd in our Souls a noble Fear awake ●●t if the Racks of Hell can't Sin subdue ●ffer the Lord of Hosts to conquer you ●●pose Him not unwisely but imbrace ●●e favourable Offers of his Grace ●●store Him to the Kingdom of your Hearts ●●st without Mercy by the Devil's Arts ●he old Vsurper's lawless Power disown ●epose the hellish Tyrant from the Throne ●●d let King JESUS reign in it alone His Law is much more easy to observe Than those o' th' World which yet we gladly serve It neither hurts the Body nor the Mind But is indeed to one and t'other kind A Check sometimes it may afford to Sense But is at length it s own Benevolence O Divine Law O easy Law of Love Let ME observe thee and thy Wages prove But then i' th' World a hundred Laws there be Void of all Sense but full of Tyranny Where foppish Form our Liberty restrains And cripples us with false fantastick Chains You must pretend to Love whom you Detest Fawn on the Great One when by him opprest With sneering Praise guild o'er his blackest Crimes And all those Humours which debauch the Times ●sk your Displeasure with a smiling Face ●●d swear you 're highly pleas'd with your Disgrace ●●iumph in shew when you are overthrown ●●d all your Discontents and Griefs disown ●●tting off quite with base uneasy Art ●●e honest Commerce of the Mouth and Heart ●●hameful Slavery of poor Mankind ●●worthy of a Man or Christian Mind ●●●tead of CHRIST whom always we shou'd own ●●●se Tyranny and Passion we enthrone ●●●nging to those that from all Vertue run ●● serve a thousand Masters in their turn ●●e crouded Way of Vice cou'd never show 〈◊〉 Pleasure which true Vertue doth bestow ●●●m Innocence a native Joy accrues 〈◊〉 wracking Sorrow always Guilt pursues The Ill Man 's never Quiet nor Content The Good is full of Chear ●ho Penitent His inward Calm upon his Brow appears And Halcyon like no blustring Storm he fears Him all the Turns of Fate 's prepar'd to find Meets Frowns and Favours with an equal Mind If Sickness warns him of approaching Death Or Fortune robs him of his worldly Wealth It cannot his unshaken Courage move Who above Earth hath plac'd in Heav'n his Love His Health his Riches and his sole Delight Is here to serve his GOD with all his Might And that great Master faithfully to trace Whose Death was Triumph Pleasure a Disgrace He lov'd the Cross O Cross O happy Wood That once was manur'd with our Saviour's Blood And moisten'd with his Tears with Tears of Grief Whilst He that shed them dy'd for our Relief Whose all-revenging Death by th' Cross did quell Th' usurped Force of Sin and Power of Hell The Stygian Monster 's Power and so set free ●enowned Heroes from Captivity T was by this Cross that he to Heav'n did climb ●nd order'd all Mankind to follow HIM ● Cross O CHRIST O Wounds O Streams of Blood ● KING to your ungrateful Slaves too Good ●y Heart's Delight my lingring Soul's Desire ●y Love that burns me with a Jambent Fire ●y JESUS Blessed Body and his Blood ●rought down from Heav'n above to be Man's Food ●our LOVE I find does to such height amount ●y Gratitude is lost in the Account When Punishment was to my Actions due Amazing Favours my Misdeeds ensue Instead of being by your Justice thrust With sudden Thunder into native Dust While with my Works I earn'd the Fire of Hell And Satan triumph'd o'er my wretched Will When I provok'd your