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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
earth_n	angel_n	heaven_n	lord_n	10,698	5	3.8517	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B30812	An elegiack tribute to the sacred dust of the reverend and worthy Mr. Seaborn Cotton pastour of the Church of Christ at Hampton in New-England: who was discharged from his work and office, to be admitted into heaven, April 20th, 1886.	Tompson, Edward, 1665-1705.	1686 (1686)	Wing T1869; ESTC W15117	1,673	1

AN Elegiack Tribute to the Sacred Dust of the Reverend and Worthy Mr. SEABORN COTTON Pastour of the Church of Christ at HAMPTON in New-England who was discharged from his Work and Office to be admitted into Heaven April 20th 1686. AMong the weeping wailing Mourners drove I come to shew my weakness yet my love I shan't I can't refrain when Grief bids speak And Sorrow forces I choose to seem weak Rather than stupid and not for to show What he deserves and what my Fancies ow Unto his Horse which wants no Verse to whom A Diapason of each Muses Moan Is a due Tribute Yet Griefs passions spent Are cas'd when broach't cured when they have vent If tears fears or Moans Groans were verse How would I could I should I grace the Herse Of this vast soul of which th' unworthy earth Was ner'e so much as honour'd with the Birth The grandest birth are Amphurite had To rock his Cradle Angels they were glad By Winds Waves prosp'rous … s before Heav'n sent by Sea this heav'n-born soul to shore Whose Worth who●● Works whost Life and well-spent Dayes I need to imitate but not to prais● I ever hated flatt'ring of the dead Without all fraud it may must shall be se'd He was a Gemm Joy Jewel Head and Hand Light Life Stay Staff Oracle of our Land Hard things he eas'd obscure he brought to Sight Feet to the lame he was to Blind a Light Ears ' to the deaf Strength to the feeble Knee A Mouth to dumb A Churches eye was hee Hands to the helpless ones Stay to the Weak The ●aint he cheer'd to wicked swords he 'd speak An heart to heartless A Souls guid to keep And fright off wolves wicked from Christ's sheep He dr●v drove woo'd warn'd with all his might Mens souls by love by fear by force by Fright Never had Body such a Soul within● Vice-hater and a Thunder-bolt to Sin Oh how he studi'd prea●h● teacht practis'd too His w●rds works ●ight life together grew A Mi●●ur and a Master-peice of Art His h … was full of Light of Grace his heart He did not seek the Churches Goods but Good 'T was them not theirs he sought O what a brood His sed'lous care love labour bred fed rais'd What earth does hide in heaven will be prais'd Modest mild meek was he A gracious grave Pattern and Patron Souls to strive to save He m●de his work his wages Souls to gain He n●●e grutcht time labour life strength or pai● To make souls start smart feel to heal he spar'd No cost no means let Heav'n regard reward One while he 'd draw then thunder yet anon He 'd bring to calm souls an Anodynon ●carce second to an Angel was his Tongue 〈◊〉 wonder how he tarried here so long When fitted for the Angels company That high that holy heavenly Hierarchy That he wasn't hous'd before but left to slay Till ominous sins did fright this Saint away Well may the earth grow waste when heav'n grows full The world may well grow bad when God does call And choose sift the good from bad Lord bare A while and fetch not till we can such spare What ere thou take don't take our spiritual bread F●om which our eyes have light our souls are fed We 've lost a Guild midst sinful sullen times Which are uneven and won't stand in Rhymes ●ho in home feuds kept an unblas't heart ●hich steady stood nere faild nere fell nor ●…art ●armless himself demean'd without Offence ●hewing great Wis●om yet great Innocence In his last Sermons Raptures Ecstasies Did him transport unto the azure Skies 〈◊〉 heard good Authors say that then were near him That Angels might come down croud to hear him That Worthies leave us to our Overthrow ●hese are bad Symptomes of a future Blow ●●xorable Death and Heavens Frown ●●uff out our Lights Pillars Posts Propps cut down ●ur happy Hap Hope hopeful Help Joy Crown Death's fatal blow in him at once cut down What to the COTTONs Stock N-England owes Earth cannot tell in Heaven we shall know When souls come there The mean while I may say We may talk of our debts tho' we can't pay Tho' earth has Cossin'd up most of the studs ●est be the Heavens wee have yet some buds 〈◊〉 the same Stock Heavens waters make them shoot ●●d shew the world they came of COTTONs Root ●●d save our souls Thy Frowns our Fears remove ●●rn away Wrath and Rods and give us Love Moestus composuit et posuit Edward Tompson Fretum vitae gaudente carina tranavit tutum tenet anchora portu● Nunc hilaris Ventos ridet tumidasque 〈◊〉