Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	heart_n	life_n	sin_n	8,563	5	4.4434	4	true

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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

set immortall crownes In signe of victory Where thou shalt sing new songs of love For ever and for aye Where time 's lost in eternity That everlasting day And thus the God of gods will say My childe all is thine owne These pleasures sweet these glories great This high and kingly throne Here sit thee downe devolve thy selfe With honours highest fame To make thee equall in delights I 'le clothe thee with my Name In fullest glory spread thy selfe Here 's roome for thee to lie Thy heart thy thoughts and all thou art Is in infinity The more thou look'st the more thou mayest Still love to looke upon And looke to love and ever gaze Upon this King alone This is the song thou still wilt sing I am hath set me free And now I walke as set at large In midst of liberty Sorrowes below me have their seat Griefes cannot me come nigh The dreadfull pangs of death are past I owne no misery As women joy when after paine They see their issue come And through those joyes their paines forget As if they nere had none So I forget all things that 's old I wholly there eschew And now addresse my selfe to joy In things most faire and new HAppinesse conveyed by Jesus Christ When death came on by Adams losse Our danger might we see The presence of new joyes were gone Men left in misery Those beames of light which was our strength Were vanisht quite away The frame and face of all things then Must perish and decay Alas poore man thou art undone Who shall thy losse restore And quit thee out of slavish bands And cure thee of thy sore Must death be still a tyrant strong And rule thee at his pleasure Or by his many poysoned darts Torment thee without measure Where is thy strength looke round about Will none thee now deliver Is there no King with death to meet Well furnisht with a quiver With many arrowes sharpe and keene To sting death to the heart And so to make his powers fall And ease thee of thy smart If one there be declare his name Let all men know his power And see the strength of his right arme That ras'd downe hath deaths tower That so to him we praises may For ever sing alowd And in his bower finde a place Our selves in stormes to shrowd He is call'd by name the Sonne of God God in his rich aray With all his fulnesse shining bright And costly garments gay When first light shined in his breast This Sonne then did he see The glory of his lovelinesse He counts his Sonne to be By light of this Sonne he generates He stands still in his sight And by the spirit of life and love He yeelds to him his right Which is to owne him as his joy The fountaine of his pleasure Where all his glories are envolv'd A Magazin of treasure By him he frameth all his thoughts And comes to understand How all designes may come to light And prosper in his hand In him before time did begin He saw a goodly space The length is call'd eternity In which he runnes his race And in all ages shewes himselfe As best becomes his Grace That so the wise in mystery At length may know his face In him he walk'd by pleasant thoughts Throughout the world so wide And though no world was to be found Yet Saints he there espi'd In him the childrens lives were wrapt A place of surest stay That them he might know where to finde Upon their happy day By vertue of the spirit of power In him all joyes doe finde And seeing this resolved is For ever in his minde Upon him wholly for to spend His life and his delight And in those pleasures to rejoyce As armies of his might This is his life herein he joyes Here is his hearts desire Here doth he find beauties combin'd Most purely and entire This being so now doth he thinke How he his name may raise And so together with his Sonne Get an eternall praise That him he might set forth to all He sends him in disguise And vailes his glory with our flesh The world againe to rise Herein is Wisdomes chiefest part Declared and made knowne That so the counsels of the world Might quite be overthrowne Who would have thought the Sonne of God A mortall death must die And by his deadly death us bring To Immortality How many troupes of enemies flocke Against him for to warre And in the combat him to foyle by many a cruell scarre But in this battell who was slaine Was 't he or was 't his foes If he it was to rise againe To bring them fresher woes The prince of darknesse Captaine was The chiefest in this fight Who from his nature hath his name His workes are blacke as night With him comes sinne comes death comes losse Their force they doe unite That so their blowes and darts on him Together at once might light Now now or never saith this Prince I must me conquest bring Or else a captive I must be Under this mighty King This fight was sore to fleshly view All might have thought the day It had beene lost and we been caught In hels hands for a prey But when all fleshly strength did faile Then was the chiefest time For righteousnesse to shew it selfe Most glorious and sublime The glory of the God-head great Upon this Christ our King Did rest and eke it selfe display And there in triumph sing There truth and mercy met at once Each strove to get the day But being reconcil'd at length To other each did say We 'll joyne our sweetnesse and our might And goe with glorious traine o●… That so we may revive and blesse Those that were counted slaine How mighty did the Godhead flow about our Saviour sweet And by it did present himselfe a sacrifice most meet For great Jehovah to delight and please himselfe withall When he beholds his souldiers stout led bondage into thrall These souldiers are his Attributes each glorious for to see Well furnish'd both with skill and strength to make his enemies flee Where 's death become with all his powers and principalities 'T is gone to hell and hath it's doome with darknesse and with lies The Prince of Hell is now adjudg'd in chaines of wrath to lie And by these chaines perplexed sore throughout Eternity Who was it girt himselfe with zeale or who with fury came To tread the Wine-presse of Gods wrath and so to get a name What power was that which conquer'd sinne whose Wisedome made it's way Or can you tell where those joyes are which hath skarr'd griefe away Hee 's call'd by name Emanuell and well he may so be In that he left his royall Throne to dwell with me and thee The world it was a place whereas his glory he might show And yet though glory did appeare few men of it did know The humane nature was a vaile which kept light from our eyes And yet that was the ordinance by