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	thought_n	word_n	3,480	5	3.9407	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02864	The sanctuarie of a troubled soule written by I.H.	Hayward, John, Sir, 1564?-1627.	1601 (1601)	STC 13003.5; ESTC S122989	30,167	266

fountaine of mercy Heale the diseased helpe the distressed which crieth to thee for comfort O light behold the blinde O strength stretch forth thy hād that the lame may come vnto thee O life raise the deade out of the sepulchre of his sinnes O mercrfull louer of mankind ah shew thy selfe vnto me reueale thy glorie reueale thy grace oh let me beehold oh let mee hold thee Let mee finde let mee feele that thou onely art the hope of the distressed the reliefe of the afflicted the comforte the strength the ioy of all O Christ let me not in vaine beleeue this trueth O Christ let mee not in vaine lay hold vpon this hope O Christ let me not in vaine desire this mercie And if my faith be so little my hope so colde my prayer so weake that I can thereby deserue neither pardon of my punishment nor participation of thy glorie supplie thou I beseech thee my imperfections that by thy mercy I may obtaine the one and by thy merites the other O Sweete Iesu O my God bring mee from all ontward thinges to my selfe and from my selfe vnto thee make mee as like to thee in will and desier as I am in nature set me wholly on fire with thy loue thy sweete loue thy longinge loue thy chast loue with desire of thee with contentmente with ioy with saciety in thee Let this light of thy loue captiuate my sences from all other both lightes delightes let it cleere my soule from the grosse vapors of earthly affections that I may thereby if not fully satisfie yet shew my selfe industrious to satisfie thy goodnes and good-will and that as hetherto I haue liued against my selfe and without thee so from henceforth I may leade my life for my selfe in and by thee sweete Iesus Amen Hom. II. a. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Tam graui● ille mihi nigri quam limina ditis Ore aliud qui fert aliud sub pectore celat As dale of death so doe I hate that kinde Whose tonge from th●ught whose mouth dissent from minde Periissem nisi periissem The II. Deuotion The touch of sinne and the terrors of hell causeth the soule to lay hould vpon Gods mercie O Soule O wicked O wretched soul shake off sloath this sleepe this death of sinne wherin thou walowest and wherin thou wanderest raise vp rowse vpp thy selfe from this dangerous dulnes Call to thy consideration vnhappie creature from whence thou runnest where thou art and wherto thou hastnest the fauour which thou forsakest the horrour wherein thou abidest and the terrour wherto thou tendest Thou wert once washed cleane with the heauēly fountain in baptisme cloathed with the pure robe of righteousnesse endowed wyth the ioies of heauen and espoused to my Sauiour Christ but now thou hast soiled thy selfe with sinne defiled that glorious garment broken those sacred bandes and by impuritye of life hast made thy louing spouse both thine earnest enemie and seuere iudge O Christ how can I forget thy goodnes and yet how dare I remember thy greatnesse I haue denied thee with Peter beetraied thee with Iudas and runne from thee with thy other disciples nay with the most accursed cruell Iewes I haue mocked blasphemed buffeted and scourged thee spitte vppon thy glorious face torne opē thy tēder wounds Then since I haue committed theire crueltie what hope may I haue to auoide their curse that thy bloud be not vpon me and my posteritie Alas miserable wretch in what path haue I walked in what pollutions haue I wallowed in what perplexities am I now plunged wherein the consideration both of good and euill tormenteth me a like of good with griefe of that which I haue lost of euell partly with sence of that which I sustaine and partly with feare of that which I expect I haue lost glory I feele shame I feare punishment the losse is by mee irrepairable the shame inexcusable the feare inconsolable Oh miserable estate oh vncomfortable not onely to be depriued of vnspeakable ioies but to bee afflicted with intollerable paines O sinne the defiler the deformer the destroier of soules from how high a pitch of happinesse hast thou deiected me into how deepe a gulfe of miseries hast thou depressed mee with what a world of woes hast thou enclosed mee heere woe and there woe and a very hell of woes is heaped vppon mee Iustly Lord iustly am I thus tormented for I haue beene fainte yea false in the charge that thou hast committed vnto me I haue throwne away my spirituall weapons I haue forsaken the fielde of christian combate and not onely cowardly yealded but traiterously turned to the prince of darknesse I haue cast off my Sauiour and cast away my selfe I haue forsaken the societie of Saintes ioyned companie with the damned crew I haue abādoned the pallaces of heauē built mee a nest in the loathsome denne of hell I am altogether become an abiect from God and a subiect to the Deuill What hast thou done O madd man O mischieuous O monstrous man what hast thou done what a wofull exchange hast thou made what a lamentable losse hast thou incurred O peruerse will O miracle of madnes How O God hath corruption depraued mee how O God shall satisfaction restore me Cast thy selfe forlorne wretch into the vncomfortable dungeon of sorrow ouerwhelme thy self with mountaines of bitter mourning come griefe come horror cōe anguish come feare heape your felues vpon me wrap me in weigh me downe I haue impudently contemned you I haue desperately prouoked you and now doe miserably call for you So so it is iust afflict the wicked torment the guiltie reuenge the iniuries reuenge the periuries which I haue committed against God giue the sinner a touch of the infernall tortures which hee hath deserued giue him a tast of the banquet which he hath prepared Comforte peace securitie ioy keepe away I will none of you except you bring a pardone with you disquiet shall be my rest mourning my mirth sowre sorrowe my comforte Alas how shall I present my selfe before the maiestie of the most righteous and vpright iudge how shall my fearfull face behold him how terriblie will he cast his countenance vpon mee His eyes farre brighter thē the sunne haue narrowly obserued all my actions he hath weighed my words he hath nombred my thoughtes he hath seene he hath sealed vp all my sinnes hee hath hetherto bin silent hetherto patient but out alas hee will one day crie out one day he will call mee to a reckoning for all O my hart O poore harte O harte full of miseries yea depressed yea oppressed with manyfold miseries neuer able to sustaine these firebrandes of conscience Alas mine eies are not worthie to looke towardes heauen yea they are most worthy to bee extinguished with teares If then I be ashamed to be seene how shall I be assured to be receiued if I haue no harte to aske what hope can I haue that I shall