Selected quad for the lemma: heart_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	abundance_n	bring_v	evil_a	2,273	5	7.2270	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A30271	Causa Dei, or, Counsel to the rich of this world to the highest part of the dust of the earth : to which is prefixed an humble address to the King's Majesty.	Burgess, Daniel, 1645-1713.	1697 (1697)	Wing B5696; ESTC R15481	49,787	144

only Coin that 's Currant the only Price at which you let your Souls go Nec quisquam Animi causa fit malus saith Seneca None are so prodigal of their Service as to serve the Devil grat is Esau will have red Pottage for it Ahab will have a Vineyard Gehazi will have Sheep and Oxen Achan will have a Golden Wedg Judas will have three Pound eight Shillings and Sixpence unto that Sum of ours came his Thirty Pieces Demas will try the Market and have as much as he can get In these things therefore in these is your Danger As it was exclaimed by a dying Miser In rich Grass laid all my Snakes You shall scarcely read of one in an Age like unto Job Who feared God and eschewed Evil when he was the Prince of the East more than when he was Poor to a Proverb Or like unto Jehosaphat who then when all Judah brought him Presents and he had Riches and Honour in abundance had his Heart lifted up in the ways of Jehova The Enjoyments which usually fuel Mens diabolick Lusts enflamed his Seraphick Love Genteel and Noble most Men are like Hannibal in Wars victorious but with Pleasures vanquished In Affliction they Pray in Prosperity they Blaspheme The very Man after God's own Heart was less exactly after it upon his Throne than in his Exile Multitudes we have known like to the Lamps in the old Roman Tombs Which as long as they were kept low and close burned and shone with a Light very Glorious But as soon as taken up went out with a Stench Rarely are hail Consciences held in the contagious Air of secular Pomp. White Silver draweth black Lines in all Hands Yellow Dust is choaking in all Throats And as Mercury it kills Men that come by it ever so Honestly if they use it not as carefully Opinion it is that gives it its Worth and Opinion is sufficient also to make it your Death For Covetousness the Canine Appetite after it is not more mortal than Fondness and immoderate Esteem of it To covet your Neighbours Vineyard is a Sin very hainous but to overvalue your own is not at all less The Causes and Effects of both are alike malignant It is said that the Runnagate from our Saviour went away because he had great Possessions had them in Possession and in Admiration It is not said nor can it be concluded that he coveted greater Possessions Wherefore Awake Sirs and look out A fronte Lupus a tergo Praecipitium Before and Behind 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 your Dangers are great Plato's Thunder is without a Bolt he has falsely said It 's impossible for you to be eminently Good Rich Abraham was as Good on Earth and is as Great in Heaven as poor Lazarus Except but Hell one would have looked for a Saint any where sooner than in Nero's Court. Yet in that Cage of all Uncleanness there lived some Birds of Paradise Usque adeó difficillimum est magnarum rerum Contubernio non corrumpi Your Seneca's words are very Sun-beams To keep Chaste in the bed of Prosperity is of extream Difficulty You may be saved it is most sure yet so as by Fire No Men take the Kingdom of Heaven but the Violent or any way but by Force Nor may you Rich look to take it but by special Force and Violence Up then and be Doing and God speed you For your Eyes are Witnesses the most do sleep the sleep of Death And if here and there one of you do stand by Grace yet Thousands at his side do fall God knows whither and Ten thousand at his right Hand Is this an hard Censure And is it said to your Monitor as it was said to our Saviour Thou art a Samaritan and hast a Devil I dare in his Name to reply in his words I have not a Devil but I honour my Father My Father of whom ye say that he is your God! CHAP. III. To the Dissolute and Profane DEvils are not all of them equally Outragious nor are all their Children alike Vicious some are chief of Sinners and farther from God's Kingdom than others And the name of this sort among you Rich is Legion for they are many And unto them I now turn me Sirs both Worshipful Honourable and Right Honourable You are they who have turned your selves upside-down Deposed the Man and Enthroned the Beast in you Who have fallen out with Reason Judgment and Conscience And have taken Sense Fancy and Passions for King Lords and Commons Supposing the former to be Sicilian Tyrants and these latter to be least Dread when most Soveraign Glorying therefore in your Bodies made Channels for your Lusts and your Souls made Slaves to both You are the Men who value alike the Holy Bible and the Alchoran the Lord's Prayer and an Ave Maria the Ten Commandments and the Laws of China the Holy Sacraments and Ropes of Sand. Who mind no more Heaven and Hell than the Elysian Field and Stygian Lake Who deem it to be base and below the strain of your Spirit to trembleat the Divine Word Or to fear its Judgments denounced before you feel them Executed Despising all Arguments but Storms and Whirlwinds Flames and Thunderbolts Who to the utmost of your Power do cast out of your Thoughts him that hath Power to cast you into Hell Torments Who do banish your Omnipresent Maker out of your Minds Racking your weak Brains to serve your ill Humours and to perfect their Mastery over your Consciences To possess you of the Heroical Perfection of Scoffing at Religion And of exposing what you name the squeamish Folly of Devotion Who do make use of Pasquils and Bottles to mortify natural Principles and to exhilarate your Frenzy That as King John said of his Buck look how Fat it is tho it never heard Mass You may boast what a Paradise you have found without looking into a Church And what undisturbed Lives you have tho they are like the Sheet in Peter's Vision full of all unclean Things Whose God is a Trinity of Colours Tastes and Sounds Whose Business is therewith to entertain your Senses Whose Schools are Play-houses Whose Books are Cards and Romances Whose Language is profane Swearing and Swaggering And whose Life if a Life it be is Rage Riot and Sleep Who are Ahabs that have perfectly sold your selves Reserving no more than the poor Ruines of your reasonable Nature Ruines which are not Mutes but loud Witnesses against you as you do know to your Sorrow For as small as Bees are getting their Stings into the Nose of a Bear they torment him As small as Mice are creeping into the Trunk of an Elephant they make him very uneasy And as small as the Reliques of your Reason are they do make every Felix to tremble as oft as they can get an Hearing from you They do together shame your Rebellion against them and extort your Veneration of them For railly and break Jests as fast as you break Laws if you