Selected quad for the lemma: heart_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	action_n	good_a	life_n	2,683	5	4.5961	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16603	A direction for the weaker sort of Christians shewing in what manner they ought to fit and prepare themselues to the worthy receiuing of the Sacrament of the body and blood of Christ: with a short forme of triall or examination annexed. Grounded vpon 1. Cor.11.23.-30. By W.B. Whereunto is adioined a verie profitable treatise of the same argument, by way of question and answer, written by another.	Bradshaw, William, 1571-1618.; Hildersam, Arthur, 1563-1632. aut	1609 (1609)	STC 3510; ESTC S119288	16,928	306

by meditating of thy gri●fes thou wouldst sooner labour for reliefe and seasonably partake of comfort after thy long affliction For who can search into the Source of thy Sorrowes or know the depth of thy griefes or joyes unlesse thy self● discover them The Heart knoweth his owne bitternesse and a Strang●r doth not intermeddle with his joy The way to cure thy wounds is to open them The way to ease thy Heart is to discover the sorrowes of it Shouldst thou with that Sacred and Elect vess●ll be pressed and happy thou if so afflicted out of measure above strength insomuch as thou shouldst despaire of life call but upon the Lord and hee will deliver thee For hee and onely hee can heale the broken spirit comfort the contrite Soule and make the bones which hee hath broken to rejoyce For hee it is who is the hope of the desperate the comfort of the desolate Weepe he cannot who is so solaced faile hee shall not who is so succoured Apply thy selfe then to him O my wounded heart and repose thee in his wounds for they are full of compassion rely on his promises for they sound nothing but consolation Shouldst thou ô my languishing heart be driven to that extremity as thou couldst finde no comfort within thee no hope of reliefe without thee nothing but clouds of heavinesse to encompasse thee none but Iobs Messengers to encounter thee shouldst thou rore forth in the bitternesse of thy soule How long wilt thou not depart from me how long wilt thou thus afflict me nor let me alone till I swallow downe my spittle Yea should thy belly tremble thy lips quiver at his voice should rottennesse enter into thy bones and thy strength faile yet would the hand of the Almighty by disclaiming thine owne power and flying to his mercy so support thee as thou shouldst not fall But thou art wounded ô mine heart and ô I wish that thou wert sensibly wounded Meane time let the desires of thy roring intrals beate at the gate of his Compassions Let the cryes of the teares of thine eyes poured forth with fervour of affection pierce the clouds and seale to thy numerous sinnes a gracious remission O that thou wert so pure that thy deare and loving Spouse would say unto thee Thou hast ravished my heart my Sister my Spouse Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes with one chaine of thy necke O fly unto him and thou shalt finde this Love in him Let the world have no part nor portion in thee Hee is jealous of thy love thou must love him onely if thou love him truly A devided Love because distracted in her Object cannot live Fixt must thy resolves bee and those for eternity if thou meane ever to raigne with him in glory Shee deserves not a loving Spouse that is not faithfull in her love to her Spouse To keepe thy Nuptiall bed undefiled is an honour to violate that Faith thou hast plighted were piacular Two hearts cannot rest in one brest but two Soules may repose in one heart Thou hast often vowed to keepe thy selfe to one and He thine only one and how soone were those sweet vowes made bitter when thine eyes taken with outward Objects begunne to wander Tell me my wounded heart who was ever sicke and knew himselfe so and desir'd not health who ever wounded and sought not for a cure Now if outward discontents occasion such Care what should our inward griefes doe which minister hourely occasions of greater feare Thou hast long suffered and desir'd to be solaced but thou sought not where Comfort was to be found and therefore thou found not that which thou sought The place or repose of an humane or naturall heart consists in the delight of this present ●ife But no sooner is thy heart touch●d with divine aspiration than the seat of our heart becomes the love of eter●ity and receipt of heavenly consola●ion That heart is truly styled the friend of truth which is a lover and approver of every right action and makes Heaven the sole object of her contempla●ion The truest proofe of love is the fruit of a good life Divine love consists not ●n voyce and ayre Should thy voyce ●ound like a Trumpet and thy life si●ent all this airy Musicke would give ●ut a dead accent Thy tongue praiseth ●or an houre let thy life praise for ever For as Divine praise in the mouth of a ●rophane sinner can send forth no sweet-smelling savour and Prayer the onely pretious pearle of a pure soule returnes without fruit when hypocri●ie seazeth on the heart and al● humane wisedome becomes folly being not directed to Gods Glory so unlesse thou O my Wounded Heart only love God for himselfe thy mixt an● devided love can returne no comfor● nor profit to thy selfe It is this divin● and purely-refined love which onel● maketh a rich and wise Soule For without this what hath the wise more than th● fool what hath the poore that knoweth 〈◊〉 walke before the living Whatsoever 〈◊〉 by thee O my languishing heart abov● all others affected is by thee adored Preferre nothing in the true value o● love before Him that made thee le●● thou make an Idoll of the Creature an● so dishonour Him who made all inf●riour things to serve thee Doe tho● his will by serving Him and all hi● Creatures will serve thee accordin● to his will Yea even Hee who hath commanded the Morning and caused the day-spring to know his place shall shew the light of his Countenance upon thee and thy longing E●res shall heare that voyce of comfort uttered by thine heavenly Spouse the fountaine of all comfort Thou art all faire my Love there is no spot in thee And in the affiance of his love to whom thou art espoused shall thy wounded Heart then cured returne turne this answer to thy Beloved My beloved is mine and I am his His left hand shall be under my head and his right hand shall embrace me The New Dresse OR Motives to a New life CONTEMPLATION III. O My Soule how long wilt thou ●ttire thy selfe in these ragges of Sinne how long in these 〈◊〉 of Shame when thine heavenly Bride groome comes H●e will not endure to looke on thee hee can by no meanes like thee nor love thee nor espouse himselfe unto thee so long as these sullied garments of sinne cover thee To a cleane Lord must bee a cleane habitation A pure Heart must bee his Mansion purged by Faith adorned with good workes inflamed with heavenly thoughts No Edging of vanity no purle of vaine-glory no tinsell-lustre of hypocrisy must set forth thy Nuptiall garment for these would detract from thy Virgin-beauty Those Egyptian laces and Babylonian borders might attract a wandring eye but purely fixt be the eyes of thy Spouse Whatsoever is without thee cannot take him it is thine inward beauty that doth delight him Let thy affections then bee renewed thy Virgin-beauty restored thy de●aies