Selected quad for the lemma: heart_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	artery_n	blood_n	lung_n	3,010	5	11.3115	5	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36896	The art of living incognito being a thousand letters on as many uncommon subjects / written by John Dunton during his retreat from the world, and sent to that honourable lady to whom he address'd his conversation in Ireland ; with her answer to each letter.	Dunton, John, 1659-1733.	1700 (1700)	Wing D2620; ESTC R16692	162,473	158

as it were a small Mallet The upper stricken by the Sounds striketh the Lower and stirreth up the Spirits in the Nerves to perceive the sound The more Ignoble Senses are Casting and Smelling Tasting apprehendeth Tastes His Instrument is a Nerve stretched like a Net upon the Flesh of the Tongue which is full of little Pores His means is a Temperate Tasting Salt Humor which if it do exceed the just quantity it doth not exactly perceive Tastes but if it be altogether consum'd no Tastes are perceiv'd Smelling judgeth qualities fit for Smell His Instrument is the Entrance into the first Ventricle cover'd with a Smelling small Skin the dryer it is the quicker of Smell as in Dogs and Vultures but Man for the moistness of his Brain hath but a dull Smell Were there no more in MAN then these five outward Senses to be wonder'd at well might David say he was wonderfully Senses inward made and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the Earth a Ps. 139. 15. But besides these Five outward Senses to raise our Wonder yet a little higher there are inward Senses which beside Things presently offered do know Forms of many absent Things By these the Creature doth not only perceive but also understandeth that which he doth perceive These have their Seat in the Brain they are either Conceiving or Preserving Conceiving exerciseth Conceiving his Faculty by discerning or more fully judging it is called common Sense and the other is Phantasie Common Sense more fully distinguisheth sensible Things his instrument is the former Ventricle of the Brain made by dryness fit to receive Thantasie is an inward Sense more diligently examining the Forms of Things This is the Thought and Iudgment of Creatures his Place is the middle part of the Brain being through dryness apt to retain The preserving Sense is Memory which according to the Constitution of the Brain is better or worse It is weaker in a moist Brain than in a dry Brain ●is Instrument Preserving is the hinder part of the Brain Memory calling back Images preserved in former time is called Remembrance but this is not without the Use Remembrance of Reason and therefore is only attributed to Man I wou'd next say something of the Wonders found in the Brain whence Tears proceed by the Angles of the Eyes and Tears proceed from the Brain the greater the Flesh of those Angles be so much more plentiful be Tears but Sabina shou'd I inlarge you 'll take me for some Quick-Doctor who confounds his Auditors with his learned Nonsense However the Structure of Man's Body c. being what took up much of my Thoughts when I liv'd in publick I can't leave this Subject 'till I have said something of his breathing Parts which next to the EYE I take to be one of the greatest Wonders in the Body of Man The Principal Parts of breathing are in the Breast being either Lights o Heart wherefore these being touched The breathing Parts breathing is immediately hurt and such Wounds be deadly The Lungs are a spongious and thin Part soft and like Foam of congeal'd Blood declining something to the Right-side Breath is brought into the Lights by a rough Artery k●it to the Root of the Tongue This Artery is a long Channel made of many Gristle-Rings on a Row which endeth in the Lights If any thing falls into the hollowness of this the Breath is hindred and there is danger to be Choaked but this is a Nice Subject I shall therefore treat of it more at large in an Essay upon my own Death Thus having told your Ladyship what I discover'd in the Celestial Bodies and likewise what I observ'd under the Sun but more especially with respect to the Wonders ●f the Beasts Fishes and Birds but just mentioned and why Deep The Tapestry of Nature And the curious Frame of the Body of Man c. I shou'd next proceed if I'●e treat of every thing to what Remarks I made upon Beast● Fishes and Birds more especially on the OWL on whom I have written As is hinted before a large Essay but I am forc'd to drop these Subjects with just naming of 'em for when I remember THAT whereby I observe all this I am so nonpluss'd I can go no further If you ask me any Question about it I will say it is some strange Divine Thing but what I well know not it is The Soul is some strange Divine Thing call'd a SOUL a most active Being I 'm sure it is it is ever grinding if you rake it up in the Ashes of a Sleep it will glow in a Dream It is fixed in the Orb of the Body but raiseth it self further then the Sun It will pierce the most solid Substance rests not in a few Objects tho a single one sometimes may like a Glass collect its Beams to a Flame O the Soul that can drag the past and future Times to the Bar of present Consideration that will in the most retir'd Cell discourse to me of various Matters This Cosmographical Spirit that can shew me the Heavens and the Earth as in Landskip in the darkest Room Oh It can shew me the Heaven and the Earth as in Land ●ip in t●e darkest Room the swiftness of its motion it will beat against East and West like a Bean in a Bladder with less noise and more nimbleness which made Randolph say And when I walk abroad Fancy shall be My skil●ful Coachman and shall hurry me Through Heaven and Earth and Neptune's watry Plain And in a Moment bring me back again This nimble Soul forgets sometimes 't is espoused to It forgts s●metimes that 't is espoused to Flesh and Blood Flesh and Blood it now leans so far without my Windows by Reason of the STONE and other Distempers that another Blast will puff it out and freeze up the Casements Oh! i● thou stayest still why must I stay My God what is this World to me This World of Wo Hence all ye Clouds away Away I must get up and see Then l●se this Frame this Knot of Man unty 〈◊〉 f●ee Soul may use her Wing Which now is pinion'd with Mortality As an entangl'd hamper'd thing What have I left that I should s●ay and Groan T●e most of ●e to clean'● is fled My Thoughts and ●ys are all packt up and gone And so t●ir old Acquaintance ●lead By musing on the Nature and Excellency of my own Soul it leads me to consider the SWAY I bear in the World and here I observe all the visible Creation to bow down to me The Sun Moon and Stars wait The Nature and Excellency of ●e Soul lea●s me to consider the sway I bear in the World upon me but what shall all this fill my Life with Pride as my Mind with Wonder Neither can any thing I have heard or seen in my Fellow-Creatures who are proud of being Rational tho' their Reason is but the

on our Portion of Eternity nay we even form our Words with the Breath of our Nostrils and we have the less time to live wan't we dead already Eor ev'ry word we speak I say it again wa n't we dead already for Anaxagoras undertook to prove what 〈◊〉 we call Life is actual Death and that what we call Death is Life And as I am dead as dead as I 've here described so if I take a view of my My Father Mother c. and most of my Friends are dead Generation and Friends about me tho I enjoy them a while I find at last they follow the necessity of their Generation and are finally removed some by Age some by Sickness and some by casualty what a Bubble what a nothing What a wink of Life is Man Most of my Friends are gone and all by Death My Father is gone in one Friend my Mother in another Dear Ben in another Daphne the MATCHLESS DAPHNE in another Harris in another Showden in another and S. Darker in another the Delight of mine Eyes the pleasure of my Ears the Fellow of my Bed The Servants of my House my old School-fellows are either all gone or much impair'd Time was their Race but newly was begun Whose Glass is run They on the Troubled Sea were heretofore ' Tho now on Shore And 't is not long before it will be said Of me as 't is of them Alas he 's dead Now when I consider the Diminution I daily suffer in this kind methinks I stand as Aaron once did in the Camp betwixt the Living and the Dead and while I reflect on my self I find I so participate of both that I am indeed but half alive and half dead for half my Body by reason of the Stone c is dead and hath already taken Seizin of the Grave for me And as I hinted before I 'm half alive and half dead Five Parts of my Relations are dead the Companion also and Fellows of my Apprentiship are gone before So that if I wou'd adhere to the greater number as Many so in Factions I must repair to the Dead if I en't with 'em already for my Habitation My own Body moulders apace and the very top and Cover my THATCH above turns Colour grows Gray and withers But tho' my Friends are dead and I 'm dying apace my self yet I am so much My Body moulders apace the same with my Reverend Father which I dare not say of the other Persons I have here mention'd that he cannot die whilst I am alive THE youthful Blood that beat the winding Maze Within your Veins gave length unto my Days The active Heat distil'd a crimson Dew Through those warm Limbecks and made Me of you That to such full proportion I am grown People do still Me for Your Figure own Then since I have deriv'd a part from Thee Thou canst not dye whilst Thou hast part in Me. Thus Sabina having given you some general thoughts on my Death and Funeral I shall next lay my self out for Dead for I 'm now supposing what will I 'm now laying my self out for Dead happen one time or other And now when my Breath is gone my Eyes closed the Bell toll'd and my Body coffin'd up for the Grave where wou'd I have my Soul whether in Heaven or in Hell Sure not in Hell least I shou'd want Lazarus to cool my Tongue but in Heaven where there be Rivers of Pleasures c. I thus descend to a particular Application of Death to my self for the common No fight so ter●ible as to see a man breathing his last sounds of Death-post's through our Ears without any stop whereas the seeing a Dead Friend the Spectacle thereof by a self Application Inns even in our Hearts Much more then shou'd the Representation of our own Deaths affect us for there 's no sight more Terrible then to see a Man breathing his last but It must be done my Soul tho' 't is a strange A dismal and mysterious change When thou shalt leave this Tenement of Clay And to an unknown Some-where wing away When Time shall be Eternity and thou how Shalt be thou know'st not what and live thou know'st not When Life 's close Knot by Writ from Destiny Disease shall cut or Age untye When after some delays some dying strife The Soul stands shivering on the ridge of Life With what a dreadful curiosity Does she lanch out into the Sea of vast Eternity Norris My Soul and Body Two old Friends being now parting methinks I see how The parting of Soul and Body my Mind wou'd fain utter it self and cannot for Respiration or Breathing is thus perform'd The outward Air is drawn in by the vocal Artery and sent by the mediation of the Midriffe to the Lungs which dilating themselves as a pair of Bellows reciprocally fetch it in and send it out to the Heart to cool it and from thence now being ho● convey it again still taking in fresh but How the Body is encoldned to a Fashionable Clay these Organs being now quite disabled the Spirits shrink inward and retire to the vanquish't Heart as if like Sons prest from an Indulgent-Father they wou'd come for a sad Farewell while that in the mean time pants with afrighting pangs and the hands and feet being the most remote from it are by degrees encoldned to a Fashionable Clay as if Death crept in at the Nails and by an insensible surprize suffocated the invirond Heart Curiously didst thou make me saith David in the lowest parts of the Earth but now to see those Elements which compounded made the Body to see them thus divided and the Man dissolved is a rueful fight And now methinks I see all my Friends like conduits dropping Teares about me while I neither know my wants nor they my cure Nay now my very Doctor tho' the most able Physitian I know in London stands as one that ga●es at a Comet which he can reach with nothing but his Eye alone To see The Doctor knows not what to prescribe all this happen to one whose Conversation has endear'd him to us is very dreadfull Oh the Pangs I felt when Iris was breathing her last for even then she lay uttering such Expressions as these I 'll love thee as long as I live Thou art a dear Child to me I pray God bless my Dear Yok-fellow and give him Grace I pray thoe give him grace to live so here as he may live What 's meant by a Lightning before Death with thee hereafter And all this she utter'd at the Time when she was actualy dying Which we found to be a Lightning before Death t is observed of sick Persons that a little before they die their Pains leave them and their Understanding and Memory retuns to them as a Candle just before it goes out gives a great Blaze This is what is call'd a Lightning before Death Iris had a kind of