Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	hell_n	sin_n	sting_n	5,056	5	11.5139	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09387	Deaths knell: or, The sicke mans passing-bell summoning all sicke consciences to pr[e]pare themselues for the comming of the grea[t] day of doome, lest mercies gate be shut against them: fit for all those that desire to arriue at the heauenly Ierusalem. Whereunto are added prayers fit for housholders. The ninth edition. Written by W. Perkins.	Perkins, William, 1558-1602.	1628 (1628)	STC 19684; ESTC S119984	9,405	26

still keepe life in the Root for feare lest the whole become fuell for Hell fire for where the tree falleth there it lyeth Imagine that Time hath flied off the better part of thy naturall forces and left thee in the Lees of thy dying dayes and that thou art onword in thy voyage and not farre from the period of thy last harbour bee not therefore disfurnished of necessaries required in so perrillous a iourney O how men doe carefully beginne industriously prosecute and effectually end their labours in attaining to this transitory trash vpon earth but of that great affaire of winning Heauen or falling into hell there is had no respect Nay they doe not so much as remember that there is a Hell for sinners a Heauen for good liuers a dreadfull day of Iudgement or a strict reckoning to be made Death in its owne property is sufficiently fearefull but far more terrible in respect of the Iudgement whereto it summoneth If ●hou wert now laid on thy departing Pillow wearied with waiting pinched with paine drowned in dolour oppressed with the heauy load of thy fore-past committed sinnes wounded with the sting of a guilty crying conscience if thou feltst the force of death cracking thy heart-strings asunder ready to make the sad diuorce of thy soule and body if thou layest panting for shortnesse of breath sweating a fatall sweat and tyred with strugling against deadly pangs O how much then wouldst thou giue for a dayes contrition an houres repentance or a minutes amendment of life Then worlds would be worthlesse in comparison of a little time which now by whole moneths and yeeres thou lauishly mis-spendest How déeply would it wound thy soule when looking backe into thy life thou shouldst espy many faults cōmitted but none amended many good workes omitted but none recouered thy duty to God promised but not performed How disconsolable would thy case bee thy friends being fled thy senses affrighted thy minde amazed thy memory decayed thy thoughts agast and euery part disabled in its proper faculty sauing onely thy guilty conscience crying out against thée What wouldst thou doe when stripped and turned out of thy house of Clay into the World of Wormes the Den of dust and Cabine of corruption from thence to be conuented before a most seuere Iudge carrying in thy owne bosome thy Inditement ready written and a perfect Register of all thy mis-deedes when thou shouldest behold the glorious Maiestie of Iesus Christ clothed in white linnen through which his body shining like precious stones his eyes like burning Lampes his face like lightning his Armes and Legs like flaming Brasse and his Uoice as the shout of a multitude prepared to passe the sentence vpon thée when thou shouldest sée the great Iudge offended aboue thee hell open beneath thee the Furnace flaming the Deuils waiting the World burning thy conscience accusing and thy selfe standing as a forlorne wretch to receiue thy fearefull and irrecouerable sentence of condemnation Oh bethinke thy selfe how these visions would affright thee to behold the gnashing of téeth the horrour of the place the rigour of the paine the vglinesse of the company and the eternity of these punishments where the fire is vnquenchable the torments insupportable hopelesse helplesse easelesse and endlesse For our fire may be endured that intolerable ours for comfort that for torment ours if not fed extinguisheth that without féeding neuer goeth out ours giueth light that none ours consumes the matter and ends the paine that torments but neuer wasteth to make the paine perpetuall In Hell the lazie Loyterer must bee pricked with flaming Forkes the Glutton fed with hunger and thirst the Drunkard quaffe bowles of burning Brimstone the Couetous pine in penurie the lustfull embrace vgly Su●●es and the proud apparelled with shame and confusion and further to aggrauate their griefe and vp heape the measure of their vnmeasurable miserie they shall turne vp their affrighted eyes and behold the méeke triumphing the Godly reioycing then shall they perceiue base apparell to bee glorious gawdy attire ●●●amous the humble Cottage commended the guilded Palace despised simple obedience shew fairer then subtill policie a cleere conscience better accepted then profound and abstruce Philosophie zealous prayers farre worthier then fine tales good workes preferred before swéet words Is not he more then mad that will play away his time allotted to preuent these intolerable calamities Is it not a senselesse security to hug in thy bosome so many serpents as sinnes or to foster in thy soule so many malicious accusers as mortall faults wouldst thou not then thinke one life too little to repent for so many iniquities the least whereof is strong enough to hurle thee irrecouerably into these vnspeakable torments Betimes then deuote the residue of thy dayes to make an atonement with Iehouah the generall Iudge and so endeuour to set free thy soule from such confusion as by sinne thou art sure to fall into What canst thou purchase by being so long a customer to the World but false ware sutable to such a Marchants Shop where trafficke is toyle wealth woe gaine losse what interest canst thou recouer that can equall thy detriments in grace and goodnesse or what canst thou find in this vale of vanities that is comparable to the fauour of God Let not thy youthfull affections ouersway thee for time will tell thee they are but bubbling follies Let not temporall feare misleade thee for the force of reason will rather draw thee to feare God then man and to stand more in awe of perpetuall then temporall punishments Who would fasten his eternall affaires vpon the slipperinesse of vncertaine life or who but one of distempered wits would offer to put tricks vpon him who is the strict searcher out of the closest secrets with whom he may dissemble to his cost but to deceiue him t is impossible Wilt thou account it a craft to steale time from God to bestow it on his enemies who keepes tale of the least minute of thy life and at thy ending will call thee to question how thou hast employed euery moment Is it not preposterous policie to fight against God till our weapons bee blunted our forces enfeebled our strength made impotent our best spent and at last when wee are falne into fainting and fought our selues wel-nigh dead then so presume of his mercy whom wee haue to much offended so long opposed Would it not be held an exorbitant course that while the Ship is sound the Pylot well the Saylors strong the Gale fauourable and the Seas calme to lie carelesly idle at rode losing so seasonable weather and then when the Ship leakes the Pilot sicke the Mariners féeble the winds aloft the stormes boysterous and the waues outragious to lanch forth hoist sayle and set out for a farre Iourney Such are our euening-repenters who in the soundnesse of health and perfect vse of reason cannot abide to cut Cables and weigh those Anchors that with-hold them from GOD but when their