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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
end_n	oath_n	strife_n	swear_v	3,032	5	9.0688	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A46240	A cure for the tongue-evill, or, A receipt against vain oaths being a plain and profitable poem, shewing the hainousness of common swearing, with reasons against it, and remedies for it / by T.I., an hearty well-wisher to his king, church, and country.	Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?	1662 (1662)	Wing J1024; ESTC R10705	7,712	18

Than one for trifles that doth swear and curse The Swearers life Gods greatness doth defie And his Omniscience doth vilifie Gods name with such is common and unclean A mark they doe to Satans service lean They God Almighties Majesty forsake And creatures frail All-judging Gods doe make Giving them part of Worship that 's divine Against Gods Law from which they do decline They are the Rabshakehs that blaspheme God They clip his mercie and quicken his rod Of dreadfull justice many of them have Lost both their lives and souls while they did ●rave They strike at Heaven yea Deity it self And this they do for any trifling pelfe They slight Gods justice as if Mercy was The only Attribute of Divine grace They to their power out brave the Lord above For his great Name have no respect nor love They make the Lord to patronize a lie Yea all the filth of vile iniquity To want an all-discerning judging eye Or else to be a drowsie Deity They spit their venome in Iehovahs face The Lords great Majesty they doe disgrace They mock Gods roaring thundring voyce and note They rent a-sunder Christ his seamlesse coat There is but one most precious saving name The name of Iesus of transcendent fame And yet these Swearers most unthankfully Abuse this name of names most filthily They make no more esteem of Christ his bloud Than of dumb beasts unclean that doth no good Oathes are the nayls that pierce Christs hands feet They are the thorns that crown'd his head most sweet They are the speare that wound his blessed side In 's bloody sweat they caus'd him to abide God wrongs them not yea what they are and have They have of God yet his Name they deprave Gods person they contemne most gracelesly And his Precepts and that most publikely And this is it their sin that aggravates Above all other that Iehovah hates They are the worst of sinners wronging God Provoking him with his most dreadfull Rod. To punish Rulers Kingdoms Church and State With Sword and Pestilence unfortunate Famine and Plagues of all sorts that may be Wholly destructive to Felicity A man that stares and swears blasphemously Becomes brim-full of vile iniquity Shew me a swearer and I 'le shew to thee A lyer shew to me one that doth lye And I 'le shew thee a theif one in whom lies A base deformed heap of perjuries Swearing is no single evil there 's none That ever us'd it that us'd it alone It argues hearts profane and loose and vile All parts in man it sadly doth defile By faith men swear and so turn Infidells They swear by truth till no truth in them dwells As they are honest men they swear and so To all the points of Knavery they go They vainly swear by their Salvations hope So yeild their necks to the tormentors rope They swear by Creatures which they drink and eat Provoking God to curse their drink their meat At table while they swear without controul Their table 's made a snare to catch their soul. Oh that vile man who is dust and ashes Did see the stabs wounds and bloody gashes Made in his soul by Oaths that he might shun This excrement in Conversation Oh that vain swearers saw the work they make When they Gods blessed Name in vain do take Yea when they tear the Lords most holy Name Without all fear and wit all grace and shame Oh that they saw Gods wrath in dreadfull might Threatning revenge to ev'ry banning wight For then they would not could not dare not swear But they would speak of God in holy fear Yea they would be for ever rather still Then they would croak against their Makers will Cast off therefore this poyson of the tongue With all the filth that to it doth belong Cast out this Devil least it cast thee down Into the pit of Condemnation Let no God-dammees from thy mouth proceed Least with damn'd Spirits thou be numbered Say not thou canst not help this swearing strain Help but thy self Gods help thou shalt obtain Now that thou may'st this Black-mouth Devil shun Joyn Fasting to thy Supplication With an Oath-loating heart thy Oaths confesse Make clean thy heart this evil to suppresse As with a Bit thy mouth and lips fast keep Whilst for thy Oaths thou heartily dost weep Str●ve against all thy hearts corruptions That grace may deck all thy expressions Fear God and mind his power thee to smite By sudden death into Hells fearfull night Hold in thy hand the rugged staff of Hell That thou may'st use thy tongue in all things well King Ioash prosper'd whiles Iehojada Did Counsel him to keep Gods Holy Law So whiles Gods fear doth rule the heart of man His speech doth thrive in praises Christian. Acquaint thy self with the Lords sacred Laws That thou may'st not take Oaths without a cause See there his Oath forbidding threatning power Against blasphemous wretches ev'ry hour Stamp on thy heart Gods awfull Majesty For then thy lips will shun all blasphemy Thus was Saint Austin cured who before He feared God did swear as many more He read Gods word and feared and this fear Would not permit him any more to swear Of God thy Lord think rightly all thy dayes But do not use his Name but to his Praise Use not thy self Gods Holy Name to use Least thou by Oaths Gods Holy Name abuse Swear not unlesse Gods Honour to defend Swear not unlesse to strifes to put an end Unlesse thy Name Goods Body Life to save From great Reproaches Losses Crosses Grave Swear not unlesse in Justice Judgement Truth Let these be joyn'd in ev'ry taken Oath Swear not thy self or any man to wrong Swear not to shew the rashnesse of thy tongue Swear not to fence or underprop a lie For this contracts the guilt of perjury Wouldst thou not Gods most Holy Name profane Observe Gods dayes most Holy without blame Remember this remember Holynesse In reference to all Righteousnesse Keep like a Christian Christs Sabbath day That on the week dayes thou may'st keep alway Thy lips from speaking vile blasphemous words The language which the scalding lake affords Mind Polycarpus choosing death by fire Rather than swear by Caesars love or ire This gracious thought in his good soul did dwell To chuse sins way is the sure way to Hell Rebuke these words of death in all and cry Why do you smite my God my King on high 'T is just with God men swear themselves to death When they forbear to check the swearers breath Mind this of Oaths how great indignity And what disgrace thou casts on God thereby What if thy Prince did make a Law that all That vainly swear this evil should befall That they should suffer seared lips or tongues Bored quite through with burning hot Irons Or hang'd beheaded drown'd or burnt should be And should loose all the worlds prosperity