Selected quad for the lemma: heart_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	act_n	sin_n	thought_n	2,232	5	7.4706	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20786	The divine lanthorne, or, A sermon preached in S. Pauls Church appointed for the crosse the 17. of July M.DC.XXXCI. by Thomas Drant of Shaston in Com. Dorset.	Drant, Thomas, b. 1601 or 2.	1637 (1637)	STC 7164.3; ESTC S4093	30,788	62

the daies of my life to behold the beauty of the LORD no place lifts up pure hands no one darts up faithfull prayers in vaine for they pierce the cloudes and enter the eares of GOD wheresoever they are made yet His eares are more open to one miserere from the Priests mouth than the whole service from the peoples to one Collect of the Church than whole piles of chamber devotions for there His honour dwelleth that is the place of His rest and the LORD that made Heaven and Earth doth blesse out of Sion I shall therefore be prostrate and uncovered spight of the sawcinesse of too many in this place principally though in no place I can be without my GOD whom I cannot winde into a Meander nor entangle in a Labyrinth nor hide from Him in a thicket nor loose Him in a cloud Whither shall I goe from thy Spirit or whither shall I flee from thy presence If I ascend up to Heaven thou art there if I make my bed in hell thou art there also if I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the Sea even there shall thy hand lead me and thy right hand shall hold me How than if GOD be in all things escapes hee pollution thinke we on the Aire how it is in our lightlesse chambers nor though we draw our curtaines can we keepe it out of our beds nor out of our hearts when we breath which would soone be stifled in us were it not for the coole fannings of the Aire we say vulgarly it infects but those vapours onely doe so which breath'd from putrid things are carried by the stirring winde and flie about in it the Aire clarifies of it selfe and mixeth not with that drosse and fogs it doth purge out much lesse can things below mingle themselves with GODS purity though He be in them nor His unblemisht Essence be tainted by their touch the glasse wee know presents deformities not deform'd it selfe the Sun we see not being defil'd therewith darts his beames of light on carrion and mud no more can our impurities bespatter GOD though He be as Essentially in that place where they are don as we who Act them for He is not farre 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 from every one of us may this imprint on our soules a double instruction To meditate thus where ever we are GOD is there in our houses our beds our hearts that ere our sins are quickned to the birth or our thoughts have given them conception He hath a Register of them in whose booke are all our members written when as yet there are none how should it be abridle in our jawes when we rush into sinne as the horse into battaile and in paths strewed with pleasures run like Dromedaries No man can roofe or vault himselfe from GOD the Aegyptians Hieroglyphick of Him was an eye seven eyes He hath in the Prophet which run to and fro thorough the earth divinely Hesiod 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the eye of GOD beholds all things every worke of our hands every step of our feete every word of our lips every motion of our soules Thy eyes O LORD are upon all the waies of the Sonnes of men how then can he be eluded He that planted the eare shall not He heare He that formed the eye shall He not see shall not he know that teacheth man knowledge What wee doe in the darkest cels are to GOD as done on the tops of Mountaines So was Gehazies secret bribery the close plots of Achitophell Pilats washing himselfe into hypocrisie the lustfull rape of the Elders when they tempted that Emblem of chastity with the gates of the Orchard are shut and no body sees us Tam facile pronum est superos contemnere testes Si mortalis idemnemo sciat We draw a vale of secrecy ore our foule deedes and say the cloudes and darkenesse shall be a covering for them but what cloudes of day what darknesse of night can shadow us from Him to whom the Light and darknesse are both alike whom no thicknesse of wals no closenesse of windowes nor bars of iron can shut out from us J admire Thales who askt whether a man dooing ill might be obscur'd from the eye of GOD he replies ne cogitans quidem his very thoughts are unbosom'd before Him into what ever actions wee embarke our selves take we with us the advise of that prince and Patriarke of Philosophers So doe all things as if a Cato a Scipio or Laelius did looke on GOD overveiwes all our enterprises let us shame to act that before Him we would blush should be whisperd to men GOD sees all when lust is lodg'd in the eyes when violence doth bruize in the hands when blasphemy croakes in the tongue when drunkennesse reeles in the streets if the treasures of wickednesse be in your houses if fraud and coozenage in your contracts if in your shops false ballances and bags full of deceit think not with those Atheists in the Psalmist that GOD hideth His face that He will never see it would we but consult the sacred raptures of the Sybels this they give out of Him 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 not the dens of the earth not the holes of the rocks not the depth of Seas or bottome of hils but GOD is there who is every whit every where quocunque vides quocunque moveris Secondly Is GOD every where what other witnesse need we of our best Actions as Socrates said of Plato Plato instar omnium no croudes or throngs of Auditors to one Plato no such Record or Chronicle of our good deeds as GODS inspection of them when I fast though I strive 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 GOD sees me though no sowernesse diffigures my looke when I pray and doe so 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 GOD heares us though no thunder or noise be in our tongve when I do my almes though I blow no trumpet nor cackle streight so soone as my egg is laid yet I have those who see me 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 not Angels onely or Archangels but GOD the parent of the universe who being mundi oculus saith Pierius hath His eyes upon us where ever we are And sure not a teare drops from our eyes in penitence but GOD is ready with His bottles to take it up not a word falls from our lips in praise but it is Musicke in His eares not an Almes is scattered abroad by our hands but is a sweet incense in His nostrils the bread you cast upon the waters is truly trajectitia pecunia monie for which you take a bill of exchange from GOD and it meetes you in a farre countrey no robbers by land no pyracies of Sea no unfaithfullnesse of Factors no violence of tempests shall take it from you dispersit dedit pauperibus saith the Psalmist he hath given to the poore and his righteousnesse remaines for ever in one