Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	eternal_a	life_n	word_n	8,769	5	4.5336	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A63833	The souls warfare comically digested into scenes, acted between the soul and her enemies vvherein she cometh off victrix with an angelical plaudit.; Divine comedian	Tuke, Richard, fl. 1672.	1672 (1672)	Wing T3228; ESTC R6192	18,701	38

Clay shall moulder into rottenness and dirt where will the pleasure of those touches be T' will not be long ere the imprison'd Soul be loosed from this corruptible frame which she must render to her heav'nly Spouse as a pure Vessel sanctifyed and free from all the stains of Lusts impurity meanwhile let the ungovern'd youth but think upon the stripes and wounds of him that dyed to ransome him whose martyr'd flesh was free from all Indulgencies of ease and sloth but us'd to labours watchings toils and smart Did then our head indure such miserie and shall the members snort in luxurie Olfact Never the India's with their numerous stores of spices could perfume the ambient Air with such a fragour as ev'n now there came from her rich-sented garments as she past Faith Yet is the incense of a holy prayer perfum'd by faith more choice and sweet than they more sweet the Spikenard of the Church when she perfum'd the Table of her King therewith Gustus What ever pleasures yet the senses have admired in that goodly Paragon I count as nothing to the lushious sweets that in a well prepared Banquet I have feasted on stor'd with the chiefest Wines that France or the Canaries could afford with rich Conserves and Viands intermixt Empir Such are the thoughts of foolish Epicures that think no Pleasure comparable to the gratifying of their Appetites with dainty morsels or delicious wines but let those Enemies to Temperance but weigh the uses of these things aright for which they were intended and they may see their abuse to make them worse than Beasts whose need 's the same with ours yet use their food but to sustain their natures not to excess and their Felld-salads serves their turn as well as all our Arts of Cookerie can ours what are these meats and drinks that we do so abuse but dayly reparations of these our decaying cottages that yet will fail at length and both together be turn'd to Corruption he that daintier feeds at length makes but the fatter feast for worms Beasts feed on grass and Man on Beasts and Worms devour the Man All is corruption Faith Labour not for the meat that perisheth for ther 's incorruptible food for Souls the hidden Manna and the Bread of Life Man liveth not by Bread alone but by the sacred Word of the Eternal God That Word that was more sweet to Davids tast than Marrow or the sweetest Honeycomb By this the Soul is nourished unto Eternal Life the other ends in Death Let not your Tables then become your snare but use your comforts to those sober ends they were intended not for surfeiting or pampering of your unruly flesh but with such moderation as you may thereby be fitted better to go through the Labours of this Life in serving him whose bounty you pertake of and return Praise Love and Duty to him for the same Actus Tertius Scena Prima Cosmus But what a peevish thing is this same Soul that thus disdains whatever kindness we profess unto her slighting all our gifts pretending falsness in them that they are but fair-fac't Monsters with a stinging taile frights all her senses from imbraceing us soothing them up with hopes of fairer Joyes Faith is the spie that brings her messages of Rich Reversions in a promis'd land a fair and glorious inheritance the interest of which now with the hopes of the Reversion seem's the only stock on which she lives She speaks of inward Joyes and secret raptures that do out-vy the greatest pleasures that my Monarch's can possess and thus she Vilifies and flights our state and tramples on our best delights But yet wee 'l be revenged and soon turn the Courtship of my smiles into a frown My proffers into pains and make her know The world can punish where she cannot woo Exit Scena Secunda Empirea Slander Poverty Sickness Faith Hope and Charity Slander O what a goodly Puritan is here squeezing out tears and snotting of his Walls as though Religion only did consist in such a specious Piety as this to hunt a Conventicle and then look demurely on it with a starched face to say forsooth and yea and tell no lyes and swear no Oaths though to decide a right or keep a law what a fair Pharisce is this a cunning Fox I 'le warrant ye that makes the world believe him honest and yet dares not be so for his ears for fear he should not then be rich let him alone and you will shortly have him preaching out of some old Prison-Grates or other where for his deceits the Lawyer should center him And then his faigned Piety shall be Reveal'd the misterie of Iniquity Empir Rave on mad World and spend your censures still we know your malice and the object with it allwayes aym'd at Holiness could nere find other entertainments yet then scoffs and mockings slanders and reproaches but it was my Saviours lot to find the same among those Jews that would Blasphemously ' ford him no better stile then Beelzebub And may not we as well indure to be Nick't-nam'd and scoft at Did not he foretell what we should look for let the World mock on henceforth I le take it as my portion But is it my preciser living that give 's the ostence if that be scandal I 'le ● stand them more and yet be Viler still Let us ●e branded with Hypocrisie God knowes our heart and that 's enough for me The time will come when they shall come to die That they 'l be found the Hipocrites not I. ●●ith The time will come when all the World shall stand 〈◊〉 Tribunal to receive their Doom That these same Enemies of his and thine shall see that Innocence that here was fain to seek out corners to avoid the Rage of their malicious Enemies shall be made the subject of thy Praise and of his glory while they mean while shall for their malice be Cast into gulphs of endless miserie Charity Yet let their malice be required with sweeter return's from thee let them obtain thy pardon and thy prayers Empir So they shall Poverty Come Soul do'st know me in this ragged Garb I am no Courtier thou may'st well perceive Thy house is like to be no Pallace while I stay in 't thou must be content with poor and naked Walls my Dy●t too is spare my lodging hard my Bolster stuft with cares My Physick Labour and my sauce is sweat With which I toyl for whatsoe're I eat Thus have I told you of my quality And further I am called Poverty Empir Poverty welcom here sit down by me upon this Dunghill thou wert once a Friend to Job his faithfull Steward did'st improve then his estate to good advantage and perhaps thou mayest do mine so I have long Expected thee yet net never did invite thy company by any loose or vain courses of spending or neglect to get by lawfull wayes Thou comest freely sent by the Almighty welcome though it be to strip me of my