Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	day_n	die_v	soul_n	6,945	5	5.0141	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43639	Schola cordis, or, The heart of it selfe, gone away from God brought back againe to him & instructed by him in 47 emblems.	Harvey, Christopher, 1597-1663.; Haeften, Benedictus van, 1588-1648. Schola cordis.; Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.	1647 (1647)	Wing H183; ESTC R13211	45,471	208

good or ill The Soule 5. God infinitly good my maker is Who neither will nor can doe ought amisse The being I receiv'd was that he sent And therefore I am sure must needs be excellent The Serpent 6. Suppose it be yet doubtlesse he that gave Thee such a being must himselfe needs have A better farre more excellent by much Or else be sure that he could not have made thee such The Soule 7. Such as he made me I am well content Still to continue for if he had meant I should enjoy a better state he would As easily as not have giv'n it if he would The Serpent 8. And is it not all one if he have given Thee meanes to get it must he still be driven To new workes of creation for thy sake Wilt thou not what he sets before thee daine to take The Soule 9. Yes of the fruits of all the other trees I freely take and ear they are the sees Allow'd me for the dressing by the Maker But of this fatall fruit I must not be partaker The Serpent 10. And why what danger can it be to eat That which is good being ordain'd for meat What wilt thou say God made it not for food Or dur'st thou think that made by him it is not good The Soule 11. Yes good it is no doubt and good for meat But I am not allow'd thereof to eat My Makers prohibition under paine Of death the day I eat thereof makes me refraine The Serpent 12. Faint-hearted fondling canst thou feare to dye Being a Spirit and immortall Fie God knowes this fruit once eaten will refine Thy groster parts alone and make thee all divine The Soule 13. There 's something in it sure were it not good It had not in the mid'st of th' garden stood And being good I can no more refraine From wishing then then I can the fire to burne restraine 14. Why doe I trifle then what I desire Why doe I not Nothing can quench the fire Of longing but fruition Come what will Eat it I must that I may know what 's good and ill The Serpent 15. So thou art taken now that resolution Gives an eternall date to thy confusion The knowledge thou hast got of good and ill Is of good gone and past of evill present still Embleme 2. The taking away of the Heart HOS. 4. 11. Whoredome and wine and new win take away the Heart Epigr. 2. BAse lust and luxury the scumme and d●…osse Of hell-borne pleasures please thee to the losse Of thy souls precious eyesight reaso●… ●… Mind●…sse thy mind hear●…●… heart doth grow ODE 2. 1. Laid downe already and so fast asleepe Thy precious heart left loosly on thine hand Which with all diligence thou shouldest keep And guard against those enemies that stand Ready prepar'd to plunge it in the deep Of all distresse Rouze thee and understand In time what in the end thou must confesse That misery at last and wretchednesse Is all the fruit that springs from slothfull idlenesse 2. Whilst thou list soaking in security Thou drown'st thy selfe in sensuail delight And wallow'st in debauched luxurie Which when thou art awake and see'st will fright Thine heart with horror When thou shalt de●…cry By the daylight the danger of the night Then then if not too late thou wilt confesse That endlesse misery and wretchednesse Is all the fruit that springs from riotous excesse 3. Whilst thou dost pamper thy proud flesh and thrust Into thy panch the prime of all thy store Thou dost but gather fuell for that lust Which boyling in thy liver runneth o're And frieth in thy throbbing veines which must Needs vent or burst when they can hold no more But oh consider what thou shalt confesse At last that misery and wretchednesse Is all the fruit that springs from lustfull wantonnesse 4. Whilst thou dost feed effeminate desires With spumy pleasures whilst fruition The coals of lust fannes into flaming fires And spurious delights thou doatest on Thy mind through cold remisnesse ev'n expires And all the active vigour of 't is gone Take heed in time or else thou shalt confesse At last that misery and wretchednesse Is all the fruit that springs from carelesse-mindednesse 5. Whilst thy regardlesse sense-dissolved mind Lies by unbent that should have been thy spring Of motion all thy headstrong passions find Themselves let loose and follow their own swing Forgetfull of the great account behind As though there never would be such a thing But when it comes indeed thou wilt confesse That misery alone and wre●…hednesse Is all the fruit that springs from soule forgetfulnesse 6. Whilst thou remembrest not thy later end Nor what a reck'ning one day thou must make Putting no difference betwixt foe and friend Thou suffer'st hellish Fiends thine heart to take Who all the while thou triflest doe attend Ready to bring it to the burning lake Of fire and brimstone where thou shalt confesse That endlesse misery and wretchednesse Is all the fruit that springs from stupid heartlesnesse Embleme 3. The darknesse of the Heart ROM. 1.21 Their foolish heart was darkened Epigr. 3. SVch cloudy shadowes have eclips'd thine heart As Nature cannot parallel nor Art Vnlessethou take my light of truth to guide thee Blacknesse of darknesse will at last betide thee ODE 3. 1. Tarry O tarry lest thine heedlesse hast Hurry thee headlong unto hell at last See see thine heart 's already half-way there Those gloomy shadowes that encompasse it Are the vast confines of th' infernall pit O stay and if thou lov'st not light yet feare That fatall darknesse where Such danger doth appeare 2. A night of ignorance hath overspread Thy mind and understanding thou art led Blindfolded by unbridled passion Thou wand rest in the crooked wayes of errour Leading directly to the King of terrour The course thou takest if thou holdest on Will bury thee anon In deep destruction 3. Whilst thou art thus deprived of thy ●…ight Thou know'st no difference between noone and night Though the Sun shine yet thou regard'st it not My love-alluring beauty cannot draw thee Nor doth my mind-amating terrour awe thee Like one that had both good and ill forgot Thou carest not a jot What falleth to thy lot 4. Thou art become unto thy selfe a stranger Observest not thine own desert or danger Thou know'st not what thou dost nor canst thou tel Whither thou goest shooting in the darke How canst thou ever hope to hit the marke What expectation hast thou to doe well That art content to dwell Within the verge of hell 5. Alas thou hast not so much knowledge left As to consider that thou art bereft Of thine owne eye-sight But thou runn'st as though Thou sawest all before thee whilst thy minde To neerest necessary things is blind Thou knowest nothing as thou ought'st to know Whilst thou esteemest so The things that are below 6. Would ever any that had eyes mistake As thou art wont to doe no difference make Betwixt the way to heaven

admitted in my sight And to partake of mine eternall light 2. My Will's the rule of righteousnesse as free From errour as uncertainty What I would have is just Thou must desire What I require And take it upon trust If thou preferre thy will to mine The levell's lost and thou go'st out of line 3. Do'st thou not see how thine heart turnes aside And leanes toward thy self How wide A distance there is here Untill I see Both sides agree Alike with mine 't is cleer The middle is not where 't should be Likes something better though it looke at me 4. I that know best how to dispose of thee Would have thy portion poverty Lest wealth should make thee proud And me forget But thou hast set Thy voyce to cry aloud For riches and unlesse I grant All that thou wishest thou complain'st of want 5. I to preserve thine health would have thee fast From Natures dainties lest at last Thy senses sweet delight Should end in smart But thy vaine heart Will have its appetite Pleased to day though grief and sorrow Threaten to cancell all thy joyes to morrow 6. I to prevent thine hurt by clining high Would have thee be content to lie Quiet and safe below Where peace doth dwell But thou dost swell With vast desires as though A little blast of vulgar breath Were better then deliverance from death 7. I to procure thine happinesse would have Thee mercy at mine hands to crave But thou dost merit plead And wilt have none But of thine owne Till Justice strike thee dead Thus still thy wand'ring wayes decline And all thy crooked ●… go crosse to mine Embleme 24. The renewing of the Heart EZEK. 36.26 A new heart will I give you and a new spirit will I put within you Epigr. 24. ARt thou delighted with strange novelties Which often prove but old fresh garnisht lies Leave then thine old take the new heart I give thee Condemne thy self that so I may reprieve thee ODE 24. 1. No no I see There is no remedy An heart that wants both weight and worth That 's fill'd with naught but empty hollownesse And screw'd aside with stubborne wilfulnesse Is onely fit to be cast forth Nor to be given me Nor kept by thee 2. Then let it goe And if thou wilt bestow An acceptable heart on me I 'll furnish thee with one shall serve the turne Both to be kept and given which will burne With zeale yet not consumed be Nor with a scornfull eye Blast standers by 3. The heart that I Will give thee though it lie Buri'd in seas of sorrowes yet Will not be drown'd with doubt or discontent Though sad complaints sometimes may give a vent To grief and teares the checks may wet Yet it exceeds their art To hurt this heart 4. The heart I give Though it desire to live And bath it self in all content Yet will not toyle or taint it self with any Although it take a view and tast of many It feeds on few as though it meant To break fast only here And dine elsewhere 5. This heart is fresh And new an heart of flesh Not as thine old one was of stone A lively sp'ritly heart and moving still Active to what is good but slow to ill An heart that with a sigh and grone Can blast all worldly joyes As trifling toyes 6. This heart is sound And solid will be found 'T is not an empty ayrie flash That baites at Butterflies and with full cry Opens at ev'ry flirting vanity It sleights and scornes such paltry trash But for eternity Dares live or die 7. I know thy mind Thou seek'st content to find In such things as are new and strange Wander no further then lay by thine old Take the new heart I give thee and be bold To boast thy self of the exchange And say that a new heart Exceeds all art Embleme 25. The enlightening of the Heart PSAL. 34.5 They looked unto him and were lightened Epigr. 25. THou that art Light of lights the onely sight Of the blind world lend me thy saving light Disperse those mists which in my soule have made Darkenesse as deepe as hells eternall shade ODE 25. 1. Alas that I Could not before espie The soule-confounding misery Of this more then Egyptian dreadfull night To be deprived of the light And to have eyes but eyes devoid of sight As mine have been is such a woe As he alone can know That feeles it so 2. Darknesse hath been My God and me between Like an opacous doubled skreen Through which nor light nor heat could passage sind Grosse ignorance hath made my mind And understanding not bleer-ey'd but blind My will to all that 's good is cold Nor can I though I would Doe what I should 3. No now I see There is no remedy Lest in my self it cannot be That blind men in the darke should find the way To blessednesse although they may Imagine that high midnight is noone-day As I have done till now they 'll know At last unto their woe 'T was nothing so 4. Now I perceive Presumption doth bereave Men of all hope of helpe and leave Them as it finds them drown'd in misery Despairing of themselves to cry For mercy is the only remedy That sinne-sicke soules can have to pray Against this darknesse may Turne it to day 5. Then unto thee Great Lord of light let me Direct my prayer that I may see Thou that did'st make mine eyes canst soone restore That pow'r of fight they had before And if thou seest it good canst give them more The night will quickly shine like day If thou doe but display One glorious ray 6. I must confesse And I can doe no lesse Thou art the Sun of righteousnesse There 's healing in thy wings thy light is life My darkenesse death To end all ●…rise Be thou mine husband let me be thy wife Then both the light and life that 's thine Though light and life divine Will all be mine Embleme 26 The table of the Heart IER. 31.33 I will put my Law in their inward parts and write it in their hearts Epigr. 26. IN the soft table of thine heart I 'll write A new Law which I newly will ind te Hard stony tables did containe the old But tender leaves of flesh shall this infold ODE 26. 1. What will thy fight Availe thee or my light If there be nothing in thine heart to see Acceptable to me A self-writ heart will not Please me or doe thee any good I wot The paper must be thine The writing mine 2. What I indite 'T is I alone can write And write in bookes that I my self have made 'T is not an easie trade To read or write in hearts They that are skilfull in all other arts When they take this in hand Are at a stand 3. My Law of old Tables of stone did hold Wherein I writ what I before had spoken Yet were they quickly broken A signe the Covenant Contain'd in them would due