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	life_n	sin_n	13,827	5	4.6650	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A41983	A briefe vnvailing of God and mans glory in which is 1. A briefe rehearsall of happinesse in generall, 2. How this happiness is manifested by Iesus Christ, 3. the soules song of love / by John Greene.	Greene, John, Master of Arts.	1641 (1641)	Wing G1818; ESTC R37404	9,664	24

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 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 Whht 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 holinesse 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