Selected quad for the lemma: fire_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
fire_n	air_n	body_n	earth_n	6,354	5	6.3744	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09532	Petrarchs seuen penitentiall psalmes paraphrastically translated: with other philosophicall poems, and a hymne to Christ vpon the crosse. Written by George Chapman	Petrarca, Francesco, 1304-1374.; Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.	1612 (1612)	STC 19810; ESTC S120615	33,125	102

of brasse To keepe prophane feete off do not thou In wounds and anguish euer ouerflow And suffer such in ease and sensualitie Dare to reiect thy rules of humble life The minds true peace turne their zeales to strife For obiects earthly and corporeall A tricke of humblesse now they practise all Confesse their no deserts habilities none Professe all frailties and amend not one As if a priuiledge they meant to claime In sinning by acknowledging the maime Sinne gaue in Adam Nor the surplussage Of thy redemption seeme to put in gage For his transgression that thy vertuous paines Deare Lord haue eate out all their former staines That thy most mightie innocence had powre To cleanse their guilts that the vnualued dowre Thou mad'st the Church thy spouse in pietie And to endure paines impious constancie Will and alacratie if they inuoke To beare the sweete lode and the easie yoke Of thy iniunctions in diffusing these In thy perfection through her faculties In euery fiuer suffering to her vse And perfecting the forme thou didst infuse In mans creation made him cleare as then Of all the frailties since defiling men And as a runner at th' Olympian games With all the luggage he can lay on frames His whole powres to y ● race bags pockets greaues Stuft full of sand he weares which when he leaues And doth his other weightie weeds vncouer With which halfe smotherd he is wrapt all ouer Then seemes he light and fresh as morning aire Guirds him with silkes swaddles with roulers faire His lightsome body and away he scoures So swift and light he scarce treads down the flowrs So to our game proposde of endlesse ioy Before thy deare death when we did employ Our tainted powres we felt them clogd and chain'd With sinne and bondage which did rust and raign'd In our most mortall bodi●● but when thou Strip'dst vs of these bands and from foote to brow Guirt ●old and trimd vs vp in thy deserts Free were our feete and hand● and spritely hearts Leapt in our bosoms and ascribing still All to thy merits both our powre and will To euery thought of goodnesse wrought by thee That diuine scarlet in which thou didst die Our cleansd consistens lasting still in powre T' enable acts in vs as the next howre To thy most sauing glorious sufferance We may make all our manly powres aduance Vp to thy Image and these formes of earth Beauties and mockeries match in beastly birth We may despise with still aspiring spirits To thy high graces in thy still fresh merits Not ●ouching at this base and spongie mould For ●●y springs of lust or mines of gold For else milde Sauiour pardon me to speake How did thy foote the Serpents forhead breake How hath the Nectar of thy vertuous blood The sinke of Adams forfeit oue●flow'd How doth it set vs free if we still stand For all thy sufferings bound both foote and hand Vassals to Sathan Didst thou onely die Thine owne diuine deserts to glorifie And shew thou couldst do this O were not those Giuen to our vse in powre If we shall lose By damn'd relapse grace to enact that powre And basely giue vp our redemptions towre Before we trie our strengths built all on thine And with a humblesse false and Asinine Flattering our senses lay vpon our soules The burthens of their conquests and like Moules Grouell in earth still being aduanc't to heauen Cowes that we arre in heards how are we driuen To Sathans shambles Wherein stand we for Thy heauenly image Hels great Conqueror Didst thou not offer to restore our fall Thy sacrifice full once and one for all If we be still downe how then can we rise Againe with thee and seeke crownes in the skies But we excuse this saying We are but men And must erre must fall what thou didst sustaine To free our beastly frailties neuer can With all thy grace by any powre in man Make good thy Rise to vs O blasphemie In hypocriticall humilitie As we are men we death and hell controule Since thou createdst man a liuing soule As euerie houre we sinne we do like beasts Needlesse and wilfull murthering in our breasts Thy saued image out of which one cals Our humane soules mortall celestials When casting off a good lifes godlike grace We fall from God and then make good our place When we returne to him and ●o are said To liue when life like his true forme we leade And die as much as an immortall creature Not that we vtterly can ceasse to be But that we fall from lifes best qualitie But we are tost out of our humane Throne By pied and Protean opinion We vouch thee onely for pretext and fashion And are not inward with thy death and passion We slauishly renounce the royaltie With which thou crownst vs in thy victorie Spend all our manhood in the fiends defence And drowne thy right in beastly negligence God neuer is deceiu'd so to respect His shade in Angels beauties to neglect His owne most cleare and rapting louelinesse Nor Angels dote so on the species And grace giuen to our soule which is their shade That therefore they will let their owne formes fade And yet our soule which most deserues our woe And that from which our whole mishap doth flow So softn'd is and rapt as with a storme With flatteries of our base corporeall forme Which is her shadow that she quite forsakes Her proper noblesse and for nothing takes The beauties that for her loue thou putst on In torments rarefied farre past the Sunne Hence came the cruell fate that Orpheus Sings of Narcissus who being amorous Of his shade in the water which denotes Beautie in bodies that like water flotes Despisd himselfe his soule and so let fade His substance for a neuer-purchast shade Since soules of their vse ignorant are still With this vile bodies vse men neuer fill And as the Suns light in streames ne're so faire Is but a shadow to his light in aire His splendor that in aire we so admire Is but a shadow to his beames in fire In fire his brightnes●e but a shadow is To radiance fir'd in that pure brest of his So as the subiect on which thy grace shines Is thicke or cleare to earth or heauen inclines So that truths light showes so thy passion takes With which who inward is and thy breast makes Bulwarke to his breast against all the darts The foe st●l shoots more more his late blow smarts And sea-like raues most where t is most withstood He tasts the strength and vertue of thy blood He knows that when flesh is most sooth'd grac't Admir'd and magnified ador'd and plac't In height of all the blouds Idolatry And fed with all the spirits of Luxury One thought of ioy in any soule that knowes Her owne true strength and thereon doth repose Bringing her bodies organs to attend Chiefly her powres to her eternall end Makes all