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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	day_n	life_n	see_v	9,818	5	3.5124	3	true

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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

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

and to hell But desperatly devoted to destruction Rebell against the light abhorre instruction As though thou did'st desire with death to dwell Thou hatest to heare tell How yet thou maist doe well 7. Oh that thou didst but see how blind thou art And seel the dismall darkenesse of thine heart Then would'st thou labour for and I would lend My light to guide thee that 's not light alone But life eyes sight grace glory all in one Then should'st thou know whither those by wayes bend And that death in the end On darkenesse doth attend Embleme 4. The absence of the Heart PROV. 17. 16. Wherefore is there a price in the hand of a foole to get wisdome seeing he bath no heart to it Epigr. 4. HAd'st thou an heart thou fickle Fugitive How would thine heart hate and disdaine to live Mindfull of such vaine trifles as these be Resting forgetfull of it selfe and me ODE 4. The Soule 1. Brave dainty curious rare rich precious things Able to make fate-blasted mortals blest Peculiar treasures and delights for Kings That having pow'r of all would choose the best How doe I hugge mine happinesse that have Present possession of what others crave Christ 2. Poore silly simple sense-besotted soule Why dost thou hugge thy self-procured woes Release thy freeborne thoughts at least controul Those passions that enslave thee to thy foes How would'st thou hate thy self if thou did'st know The basenesse of those things thou prizest so The Soule 3. They talk of goodnesse vertue piety Religion honesty I know not what So let them talk for me so long as I Have goods and lands and gold and jewells that Both equall and excell all other treasure Why should I strive to make their paine my pleasure Christ 4. So Swine neglect the pearles that lie before them Trample them under foote and feed on draffe So fooles gild rotten Idols and adore them Cast all the corne away and keep the chaffe That ever reason should be blinded so To graspe the shadow let the substance goe The Soule 5. All 's but opinion that the world accounts Matter of worth as this or that man sets A value on it so the price amounts The sound of strings is vari'd by the frets My mind 's my kingdome why should I withstand Or question that which I my selfe command Christ 6. Thy tyrant passions captivate thy reason Thy lusts usurpe the guidance of the mind Thy sense-led fancy barters good for geason Thy seed is vanity thine harvest wind Thy rules are crooked and thou writ'st awry Thy wayes are wand'ring and thine end to die The Soule 7. This table summes me myriads of pleasure That booke enroules mine honours inventory These bags are stuft with millions of treasure Those writings evidence my state of glory These bells ring heav'nly musicke in mine eares To drown the noise of cumbious cares and feare Christ 8. Those pleasures one day will procure thy paine That which thou glorist in will be thy shame Thou 'lt finde thy losse in what thou thought'st thy gaine Thine honour will put on another name That musicke in the close will ring thy knell In stead of heaven toll thee into hell 9. But why doe I thus wast my words in vaine On one that 's wholly taken up with toyes That will not loose one dramme of earth to gaine A full eternall weight of heav'nly joyes All 's to no purpose 't is as good forbeare As speak to one that hath no heart to heare Embleme 5. The vanity of the Heart IOB 15.31 Let not him that is deceived trust in vanity for vanity shall be his recompence Epigr. 5. AMbitious bellowes with the wind of honour Puffe up the swelling heart that dotes upon her Which fill'd with empty vanity breaths forth Nothing but such things as are nothing worth ODE 5. 1. The bane of kingdomes worlds disquieter Hells heire apparent Satans eldest sonne Abstract of ills refined Elixir And quintessence of sinne Ambition Sprung from th' infernall shades inhabits here Making mans heart its horrid mansion Which though it were of vast content before Is now puft up and swells still more and more 2. Whole armies of vaine thoughts it entertaines Is stuft with dreames of kingdomes and of Crownes Presumes of profit without care or paines Threatens to baffle all its foes with frownes In ev'ry bargaine makes account of gaines Fancies such frolicke mirth as choakes and drownes The voyce of conscience whose loud alarmes Cannot be hard for pleasures countercharmes 3. Wer 't not for anger and for pity who Could choose but smile to see vaineglorious men Racking their wits straining their sinewes so That thorow their transparent thinnesse when They me●… with Wind and Sun they quickly grow Riv'led and dry shrinke till they crack againe And all but to seeme greater then they are Stretching their strength they lay their weaknesse bare 4. See how hells Fueller his bellowes plies Blowing the fire that burnt too fast before See how the furnace flames the sparkles rise And spread themselve abroad still more and more See how the doating soule hath fixt her eyes On her deare fooleries and doth adore With hands and heart lift up those trifling toyes Wherewith the devill cheates her of her joyes 5. Alas thou art deceiv'd that glitt'ring crowne On which thou gazest is not gold but grief That scepter sorrow if thou take them downe And try them thou shalt find what poore relief They could afford thee though they were thine owne Didst thou command ev'n all the world in chief Thy comforts would abate thy cares encrease And thy perplexed thoughts disturbe thy peace 6. Those pearles so thorow pierc'd and strung together Though jewells in thine eyes they may appeare Will prove continu'd perills when the weather Is clouded once which yet is faire and cleare What will that fanne though of the finest feather Steed thee the brunt of windes and stormes to beare Thy flagging colours hang their drooping head And the shrill trumpets sound shall strike thee dead 7. Were all those balls which thou in sport dost tosse Whole worlds and in thy power to command The gaine would never countervaile the losse Those slipp'ry globes will glide out of thine hand Thou canst have no fast hold but of the crosse And thou wilt fall where thou dost thinke to stand Forsake these sollies then if thou wilt live Timely repentance may thy death reprive Embleme 6. The oppression of the Heart LVKE 21.34 Take heed lest at any time your hearts be overcharged with surfeiting and drunkennesse Epigr. 6. Two massy weights Surfciting Drunkennesse Like mighty logs of lead doe so oppresse The heav'n-borne hearts of men that to aspire Vpwards they have nor power nor desire ODE 6. 1. Monster of sins See how th' inchanted soule O'rcharg'd already calls for more See how the hellish skinker plies his bowle And 's ready furnished with store Whilst cups on every side Planted attend the tide 2. See how the piled dishes mounted stand Like