Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	good_a	know_v	life_n	7,850	5	4.5045	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A41987	The vvorlds riddle and the saints blisse	Greene, John, fl. 1641.	1641 (1641)	Wing G1824A; ESTC R40514	9,363	27

gay And hath the power of lovelinesse to win the heart away From lies from falshoods and from dreams from many deaths and showers And from the hands of iron bands and from all dolefull houres Then do not fear you Saints most dear if that you know the Son You do the Fathers face and love both see and eke are won To dwell to stay to rest to sing in him and to his praise And eke to sacrifice your selves unto his fame alwayes When others spend their time in vain and fill themselves with fire The which is call'd the wrath of God that hot consuming ire They know not God nor yet his Son where all content doth lie And therefore are they bound in chaines of woe and misery You Saints weep ore the world that 's lost they know not where they go Though they be blinde you know right well the ground of all their woe Oh do not let eternall flames for ever men destroy Because like fools a moments time they will vain thoughts enjoy Shew them our Saviour where he sits that so they may arise And finde much wealth and rest in him and so vain wayes despise But if the world will not you hear yet still run you your race You shall at last both get a crowne and live in glorious grace Above the world all cares all fears which vext you with their wiles Your toyl's now done your joyes begun you are where nought defiles A short song of Love LOve is the flame that Princes have still kindling in their breast No man can live but he must love or else be void of rest The rise the stocke the root it hath doth spring from something good All its desires are as flaming fires when this is understood As rivers run over all the world their noise with fame doth ring And hasteneth ever to returne where first they had their spring And when the Ocean drinks them in they quiet are again And in their kinde they live as if they freed were from pain So love it runs with streams most strong over hils and mountains all It will not fear what force is nere it overrunneth all And in the fountain of all blis it sets it selfe most sure Rejoycing in those mighty waves on which it rides secure 'T is lovelines that love will owne to be a fellow meet In it to rest that to imbrace with smiles and kisses sweet Loves labour pain and all it hath is ever how to please The object and in doing this To give it selfe most ease 'T is ever burning never consum'd and soaring very high By flames of glory it doth live in full prosperity Stand forth all powers that can be thought see if you can it sever From truth from beauty and from strength where it will dwell for ever This love is kinde and bountifull and freely will bestow All that it hath it selfe to boot that so it selfe may grow More lovely fair and excellent still in the objects eye If that is pleased it is at ease and feels no miserie Who knowes how first it had its rise Who gave to it its name If any did it must be one that knew its worth and fame It 's God that saith his Name is Love and well may he so be Because in him all glories are met in an unity Light life and love is one in him they all grow up together Though knowne to us by severall names they each accord with either He knowes all beauties in him are his life is this to see Then needs must love triumph and joy which makes this harmony Love walks in every piece of joy where ever it doth finde It will needs rest in glories breast and there contents its minde What mortall man can have this love to lie within his breast But must withall see lovelinesse in which he takes his rest And wheresoever this appeares he growes up in desire In this he thinke himselfe most blest and followes it intire But man is blinde how little he of holinesle doth know Truth 's weakly planted in his heart and slowly it doth grow And hence it comes to passe that we live in such low desires The earth like to a mountain thicke doth hide these heavenly fires If you would have your heart a spring a fountain and a well And have the mighty waves of love above their banks to swell If you would ever searching be into the truest treasure And finde where love had first a seat and face of sweetest pleasure If ever you would lovely be though in the Saints esteem And judge of all things true and right how ever men do deem Then must you know that all things good doth from the fountain come And tides of love will flow amain and make a spacious room Within thy heart and thou shalt see all that thine heart can wish Love live sin die life reigne death flie what joy is like to this Make haste ye Saints O do not stay where nought can you secure Fly to the armes of lovely love where joyes are clear and pure FINIS

which our blisse did rise Here was the wonder of a God a thing so meane and low Should bring to passe such mighty things and all his Counsell show Here 's wisdome in a mystery and power uncontrol'd The Fountaines deepe and sundry Springs of life you may behold For by his death to God we are restored backe again And now our enemies wear our bands and vext are with our paine What pangs what woe 's what miseries must they be sure to have Now death is dead and guilt is fled and griefe lies in his grave Where 's darknesse now become that cloath'd it selfe with blacknesse hue Can it out-brave the light of life and it 's bright beames eschew If so stand forth you hellish powers where are your spels to charme Or shew some nurcery that is new to bring unlook't for harme What is your wit quite lost at once can none take us away Out of the hands of him whom we doe count our strength and stay If by his death so great a losse his enemie doth endure His life must be a greater crosse and they must beare it sure His Saints are set at liberty as men from death set free Their joyes before them fast doe stand and in these joyes they see Their Saviour compast with the strength and height of fullest blisse The Father with his glory bright with many smiles him kisse And thus he saith my sonne I lay the charge upon thy hand The substance of the Godhead great is thine for to command I know no joy no rest no peace but what I have in thee I am thy strength thou art my might by thee I looke to see The glory of my beauties faire abroad the world to speake And so to cause things high and strong to be esteemed weake All flesh must fall before thy face though seemingly 't is gay Yet when thy glory doth arise i'ts beauty fals away My treasure all ' its in thy breast the incombs of my praise Returnes according to the power and wisedome of thy wayes The honour that the Father hath 't is gained by the Sonne The Spirit worketh all in all and so their praise is one The childrens life is hid in him this life is all things sweet Concentred in his breast the which makes him a Saviour meet There 's light most full there 's truth most strong and glory as a flame And holinesse amongst the rest shewes forth his mighty name The Image of the Fathers face in him is seene most bright And whosoever doth it see lives in the clearest light By it they come to understand the Father and the Sonne All that they have all that they are to be entirely one The life the which each other lives is in the selfe-same good The Father is all beauties rare the Sonne this understood He dwelleth in his bosome sweet and knoweth well his minde Hee 's call'd by name his Counsellor and by him he doth finde How Wisdomes glory may be seene in things that are obscure And when he hath no footsteps seene then are his wayes full sure This glorious mystery is so high there is none can it finde If any of it knoweth ought 't is he saith I am blinde It 's more then sixteene hundred yeares when first it had a tongue And though so long it hath remain'd it still is fresh and young The age hereof Eternity it doth make knowne and wee Shall then by light taste and feele life when Conquerors we shall be Who shall declare the Fathers minde unlesse it be the Sonne And when men come to know the same by it their hearts are wonne To dwell where grace and love doth meet and so to finde a rest Even in his bosome where they know they are secure and blest There are they fill'd with all delights their Cup doth overflow Their comforts never die nor flie but flourish still and grow Though they like to Leviathan could drinke up Rivers wide Yet doth these vast eternall deepes in their full strength abide There are they ever measuring out these everlasting measures And by their labour they doe finde new Springs of living pleasures The world and all it's joyes are lost when they in him are found They see all Shadowes fly away their rest is true and sound Was ever any taken up into his bosome sweet And did not finde Loves glorious face with smiles him kisse and greet Nor ever lay there any space but had their face with glory Most richly deckt and in their hearts there written was a story Of things most rich most high most pure mysterious and unknowne The world it cannot understand because they love their owne The spirit doth transforme and mould into the image bright Both of the Father and the Son by both their pow'r and light All these which are by glorious beames drawne up into the Son Lives in the midst of lasting light where life doth purely run More clear than any chrystall stream more strong than any tide The sweetnesse of this water pure invites men to abide Where they may drink and be refresht and in themselves may know This fountain runs their springs doth rise and plentifully flow The truth of all is surely this that Iesus now is set And made a Prince of high degree to shew Gods glory great The Father trusts him with his stock and fulnesse of his store He hath the rule of all he hath he hath not any more This Iesus is our brother dear he hath our portions sure Hee 's true hee 's wise hee 's strong withall in him they are secure He like a nurse doth cherish us by drops as we can bear And when we come to greater strength then greater is our share From him we suck in him we grow into his armes we flee There are we compast with all joyes and in these joyes we see Our names our natures and our life most clear most pure and bright The truth and glory of all we are even by the spirit of light This spirit searcheth deep into things that very high The length and breadth of glorious store it hath before its eye That searcheth out the utmost drop which in the Ocean dwels And by its mighty force and power all noysome things expels This spirit like a Dove most swift from Paradice doth flie And from our Saviour brings us newes of matters sweet and high Whereby we come to understand God will not live alone He dwels with Christ and Christ in us and so we dwell in one O this is that which fils our hearts with singing and with praise That what he is that we shall be to ' ternity of dayes Let each Saint think all that they have it commeth from the Son Their glory and their flourishing state comes by his arme alone None can see God in Iesus Christ but must be forc'd to yeeld And lay all armes downe at his feet and say he hath the field Can any stand against that thing which is most fair and